Seeing that Tan Dasha was serious, Liu Qingshan stopped smiling: "Strength is innate, I can't teach you, but when you go home, you can bring all this firewood back." ”

"Really, let me take them back?" Tan Dasha was overjoyed, "Don't lie to me." ”

"Of course it's true. Seeing that Tan Dasha, who was in his forties, would be as happy as a child because of a little firewood, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but smile again, "If you can afford it, you can take it all back." ”

"Haha, then you're going to lose a lot, I came in on a motorcycle. ”

"It's okay, it's all for you. ”

The two started working at more than seven o'clock in the morning, and by eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Liu Qingshan was about to call it a day.

Tan Dasha was puzzled: "Qingshan, it's only eleven o'clock now, we can work for another hour." ”

"There's no need. Liu Qingshan was not very tired, but he knew that Tan Dasha must be too tired.

Although Tan Dasha is not very good at using his brain, he is really desperate when he gets to work.

If it weren't for Liu Qingshan's own divine power, he would definitely have to marvel at Tan Dasha's efforts in the same way that Tan Dasha marveled at his divine power.

In the morning, Tan Dasha barely rested, so he stopped twice, drank a few sips of water, and then worked hard like a demon. If you don't know, you'll think he's doing his own work.

"It's too hot to do any work now, so instead of spending time here, it's better to go back early to rest, and when the rest is good, go into the mountains to work at noon, and you will definitely be able to do more work." Liu Qingshan said, so he found bamboo and bundled two bundles of firewood.

The two of them each carried a bundle of firewood and walked back.

When she arrived at Liu Qingshan's house, Wu Cuimei was just preparing to make tea.

In the morning, Tan Dasha first came to the house, and then went into the mountains to look for her son, so she also knew that Tan Dasha helped her son build roads.

According to custom, someone helps with the work, and this oil tea must be indispensable.

But she didn't expect these two to come back so early. What can I do? Her tea hasn't started brewing yet.

Tea leaves are dried tea leaves, and to make oil tea, you must first soak the tea leaves in hot water in advance. If it's too late, you can only boil the tea with boiling water.

"It's okay, there's no hurry. Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "Mom, you prepare slowly, I'll catch a chicken and kill it." ”

"Huh?" Wu Cuimei didn't react at once.

Killing chickens?

Going to kill chickens today?

Moreover, what the son just said was not 'Mom, can I kill a chicken to eat today?' but, 'Mom, I'll catch a chicken and kill it.'"

The two sentences looked the same, but the former was asking for her opinion, and the latter was just talking to her, and did not mean to ask for her opinion.

This kid has stiff wings? How dare she hit her chickens so blatantly! This is okay, if she goes back to her parents' house one day to visit relatives, then this stinky boy will not have to eat all the chickens and ducks she raises.

She stared at her son and was about to say something, but her eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of Tan Dasha.

Tan Dasha returned to the old village at dawn today, he went to his house to look for Qingshan, and learned that Qingshan had gone to repair the road, so he went to help without saying a word.

It's been a few hours since the morning, and even though it's winter, the scorching sun hanging in the cloudless sky can still make people sweat.

Tan Dasha is like this, not only is his face and neck covered with sweat, but even the thin autumn clothes he is wearing are soaked with sweat.

In addition to this, there are various marks of scratches from plants on his face and on his arms with his sleeves rolled up. His dark face and sunken eyes were full of exhaustion.

Looking at my son again, probably because he was younger, he was fine, except for a little sweat and sweat stains and some leaves and other things, but there was nothing else.

No scars, no tiredness.

Although this does not mean that his son is lazy in his work, it can at least show that Tan Dasha, who has always been honest, is helping with his best efforts.

Thinking of this, Wu Cuimei's heart was very warm.

"Grab the bigger ones. Wu Cuimei said to her son, who had already left the yard and was observing the chickens.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm sure I'll catch a big one. "It's hard to kill a chicken, of course I won't catch one at random.

If you want to catch it, you must catch a big one.

After some observation, Liu Qingshan wanted to catch the big rooster, but he was defeated, and was caught several times by the shadowless claws of the big rooster, and even Xiao Jiji was almost unprotected, and in the end, he could only retreat and catch a fat big gelding.

Let my mother wipe the neck of the chicken and let the blood go, and Liu Qingshan will pluck the feathers and slaughter them by himself.

Tan Dasha is a stupid person, and he definitely won't say anything about the scene and polite words.

Liu Qingshan wants to kill chickens, he won't say, what kind of chickens to kill, just eat some casually. He just sat and rested, watching, and salivating at the plump body of the big gelding.

Kill the chicken, cook it, and start eating.

Because the big steer was so big, only half of it was cooked. But even if it's only half cooked, it's enough for a large plate of chicken.

Tan Dasha, who hadn't eaten chicken for a long time, looked at the golden chicken soup and chicken in the vegetable pot, smelled the fragrant smell in the air, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan smiled and asked, "Uncle Dasha, do you want to have some wine?"

Tan Dasha shook his head: "Don't, my mother said that you can't drink at noon, if you drink and the sun is hot when you work in the afternoon, that person will definitely not be able to stand it." ”

These words made Wu Cuimei and Liu Qingshan laugh.

Although Tan Dasha is stupid, he can absolutely obey Mrs. Tan's words. Fortunately, Mrs. Tan is not a villain, otherwise, Tan Dasha may not have maintained such a simple and dull character in his forties.

Tan Dasha has a simple brain, so he doesn't pay attention to eating. He likes to eat meat, so he gulps down meat, and he likes to drink soup, so he drinks soup in big bowls. He felt that his stomach was not full enough, so he ate two more bowls of rice.

He looked stupid and stupid, as if his brain was lacking in tendons, but he still ate Liu Qingshan's family's sincerity to him from this meal.

In the past, he didn't help other people work, of course, these people are some lazy people in the village who are similar to Liu Daliang who can coax people but are very lazy in their own work. Other villagers would never send someone like Tan Dasha with a simple mind but a difficult family to help them work. It is only those people in the village who are not indiscriminate that they will be ruthless and fool Tan Dasha to be a free laborer for themselves.

Whether it is cutting rice, beating rice, carrying rice, or pulling stones with a cart, Tan Dasha has done it for them.

However, those people just treated him as a big fool, and he worked tirelessly, so they fried vegetables and made him two bowls of rice to eat. What's more, they don't even care about food.

Therefore, when he just heard that Liu Qingshan was going to kill chickens to entertain himself, he knew that Liu Qingshan was sincere to him. In his opinion, Liu Qingshan's family is not rich, but he is willing to kill chickens to entertain himself, and his friendship is suddenly much higher than others.

It's not that he thinks highly of Liu Qingshan because he has chicken to eat, but because Liu Qingshan doesn't treat him as a fool.

Therefore, eating the lunch carefully prepared by Liu Qingshan at this time, he was very moved, but as a big man, he would not cry like a tearful man like his mother because he was moved, he just kept this moving in his heart and remembered it in his heart.

In addition, at the end of the evening, Liu Qingshan also divided the remaining half of the chicken into two and insisted on letting Tan Dasha take half of it back.

Tan Dasha rides on a motorcycle, with firewood tied to the tailframe and chicken hanging on the front of the bike.

With his back to the west mountain, he slowly drove towards the outer village.

The setting sun turned into a golden flame, burning the mountains that surrounded the village, burning the patchwork of old houses, burning the creek that buzzed beside the village road, and burning his slightly dull but simple eyes.

The golden mist blinded his eyes, and when he looked at everything in this world, it seemed as if it was golden.

He knew that he had to work harder to help Liu Qingshan in order to repay Liu Qingshan's friendship.