"Hmph, it's so easy to say, if you want to do it alone, I won't do it. Liu Yuanhe first stated his attitude.

Although the soles of his feet are almost better, he doesn't want to do so many things. He'd rather not have the soles of his feet well.

Liu Qingshan laughed: "I didn't force you to do it, if you don't do it, I can do it myself." ”

After lunch, Liu Qingshan first went to the construction site to measure, and then called the boss who sold cement and steel bars, and asked the boss to help him cut the steel bars and send them with the cement.

To build a retaining wall, you need stones. Liu Qingshan went to pick up stones.

Sand is also needed to build a retaining wall, so Liu Qingshan went to fish for sand.

After two days, these materials were basically enough. The reason why I don't want bricks is mainly because I feel that bricks are not as good as natural stones.

Stone is a stone in the end, and having survived in nature for so long, the quality is definitely needless to say.

These materials were prepared, and the boss's reinforced concrete had already been delivered.

Early in the morning, Liu Qingshan was about to start the construction of the big project.

Although I have been working on the construction site for a long time, I am still a little excited to participate in all the processes myself.

If the previous embankment was a small test, then this big project is a real thing.

Liu Qingshan was full of passion and came to the big stone slab.

All the materials had already been piled up in advance, and now it was enough to build the retaining wall directly from the edge of the large stone slab.

Although the large stone slab is steep overall, it is relatively flat at the bottom, so you don't have to worry about the unstable stones and cement slurry.

Moreover, the large stone slabs have natural concave and convex lines, as long as the moss and soil on them are washed.

If there is moss and soil, the cement slurry will naturally not be able to eat.

After washing, the cement mortar is stirred, and then the stones picked up from the river are fixed to the large stone slabs one by one with cement mortar.

Don't look at Liu Qingshan, who only has two hands, but at the end of the day, he still did a lot of work.

I work a lot and eat a lot of food.

Seeing that her son was going to serve the fourth bowl of rice, Wu Cuimei was a little surprised: "Qingshan, what's the matter with you? Why did you eat so much for dinner today?"

"Mom, I've worked for a day and consumed a lot of physical strength and energy, so I'm sure I'll have to eat a few more bowls of rice. ”

"But you've eaten too much, don't fall asleep at that time, your digestion is not good, and your stomach hurts. ”

Liu Qingshan said with a smile: "How can you be so hypocritical, I just eat two more bowls, and I will be fine." ”

However, although his spirit is very strong, his body is really so hypocritical.

During the night, my stomach hurt.

I ate five bowls of rice for dinner and a lot of meat, so it's no wonder that my stomach doesn't burst.

He was in terrible pain, felt that his stomach was bulging, he couldn't sleep well, he couldn't sit, so he just got up and went for a walk.

It was still early at this time, and the old couple was still watching the anti-Japanese drama in the hall.

Seeing his son walking out with a big belly, he was a little surprised.

"Qingshan, why are you going at night?" Wu Cuimei turned her head and asked.

"I don't have a stomach to digest, so I go outside and walk around the yard twice. Liu Qingshan said, he had already walked to the gate, opened the big wooden door, and the mountain wind was howling, strangely cold.

When Wu Cuimei heard this, she couldn't help glaring at the old man: "You said you, this foot is almost good, I don't ask you to do any great feats, you are so good to help on the side, you look at the tired son, he ate so much at once, and now he is uncomfortable again, what do you say you can do?"

Liu Yuanhe said aggrievedly: "I told him not to mess around, he has to do it, what can I do? ”

"You still have the face to say, what is your son doing these things for? Isn't it to give you a long face? Could it be that the yard is done, and you don't have a share?"

Liu Yuanhe was a little unreasonable, so he stopped talking.

Wu Cuimei scolded a few words, and quickly got up to 'sprinkle water' on her son.

'Sprinkling' is a feudal superstitious practice that mountain people often do.

The method is also very simple, that is, find a bowl, fill it with some water, and then use the loofah bag to suck some water from the bowl and sprinkle it on the corner of the house or on the wooden door.

While sprinkling, he said with words: "Get out of the way of the broom stars, don't hurt my Qingshan, go away from the gods of disaster, don't stand in the way of my Qingshan." ”

Although this kind of 'sprinkling' behavior is regarded as feudal superstition, it actually represents the good wishes of the elders for a smooth life for the younger generations.

But whenever their children are a little unsatisfactory, the older generation always loves to sprinkle water.

If you sprinkle the water, the child is fine, and that is the credit for the sprinkling.

After spilling the water, the child is not well, that is, the broom star and the calamity god are too powerful, and they have to ask a mage to do it.

Of course, while sprinkling water, the elders will also send sick children to the doctor.

Therefore, most children will be cured and recovered in time, so that the status of sprinkling water is increasing in the hearts of the older generation.

But whenever there are some small disasters that can't be explained, the old people always love to sprinkle water.

Probably because he was ignorant and incompetent, he had to pin his prayers and visions on sprinkling water.

Although Liu Qingshan didn't love his mother for these feudal superstitions, it could be seen that his mother was very pious, and she couldn't bear to blame her, so she went with her.

He walked slowly in the courtyard, and gradually, his stomach became more comfortable, and he couldn't help but look up at the winter night in the mountain village.

The winter nights in the mountain village are distinct, unlike in the city.

The lights of the city will disappear in the dawn, and the lights will be rekindled in the last touch of the sunset, and they will cycle back and forth between faint, bright, and gray.

The sun and the moon can only exist in the corners of the city's high-rise buildings, emitting an insignificant cool light. However, even if the neon lights of the city flickered desperately and the incandescent lights desperately lit up the streets, they were still strong on the outside, and no matter how long they tried, they could not dispel the shadow of the walking dead in people's hearts.

Behind the high walls, in the middle of the buildings, and in the halls of the organs, there was already a terrifying darkness under these strong lights. The sky there seems to be forever bright, and it seems to be forever dark.

The winter nights in the countryside are distinct and primitive.

The development of technology has not completely changed everything here. When night falls, the old house built on the hill will be lit up with a warm light, the light is as soft as any star in the night sky, it lights up the night, but it merges with the night.

When it gets darker a little later, several lights in the house come on. The soft and mischievous light was like a lonely child, chasing and playing in the house, lighting up the room, lighting up the corners, and then running out of the window through the patio and out of the doorway, and blending into the night.

No matter how many they run, no matter how large their ranks are, they always plunge headlong into the arms of the night so gently, without changing the essence of the night, and without losing their own nature.

Lamps are lights.

Night is night.

They will depend on each other, but they will not interfere with each other.

And you don't have to wait for the dawn of tomorrow for the lights in the house to snap in the deepest part of the night and go out.

After that, the night will be like a tired mother who has managed to lull many children to sleep, watching the children fall asleep with satisfaction, and she will sleep deeply against the house, against the gable, against the stream, and against every forest in the mountain.