Maolin seemed afraid to dare to see a xylophone. As soon as he saw her leave the courtyard door, he immediately lowered his head, carefully stacked a few packages beside the edge of the door, and was about to turn and slip away. The xylophone had sharp eyes, and naturally caught a glimpse of the woods that were leaving, so he called him to come to the house to drink tea together. Mao Sheng also bowed down to his house and told him to come in and sit down. Mao Lin replied, no, no, you have something to say, I'm also busy making dung, let's do it another day. With that, he left in a panic.

When he entered the house, Muqin asked his father why he came alone.

Old Man Mu grabbed the gold leaf that was looking around him and kissed him fiercely. He took her in his arms again before replying, Director Zang attaches great importance to cooperation with you, and specially sent a deputy director and an engineer. They said that it was getting late, and they were afraid of disturbing the meeting of our father, daughter, grandfather and grandson, so they stayed in the supply and marketing cooperative hotel in the town first, and came back tomorrow for a formal inspection.

Xylophone was very uneasy and said, isn't this slow to treat guests. No, I have to go and accompany them.

Old Man Mu waved his hand and said, it's okay, they are sincere. If it is a good thing to brush them off, it will not be a good thing. You just have to meet them in the village. They also don't pay much attention to these trivial etiquette clichés. After that, Old Man Mu sent the driver back and told him to bring the two of them directly early tomorrow morning.

Old Man Mu was very curious about all the objects and furnishings of the people in the mountains, and carefully looked inside the courtyard of the house. Even, he became interested in the earthen kang in the pot house. I've been wondering how the kang noodles can be hot in this cold weather. Under Maosheng's detailed explanation, Old Man Mu figured it out. It turns out that this clay kang is connected with the pot stove. Three meals a day are lit on a fire to cook, and the fireworks pass through the kang hole, and the soil kang is naturally hot all day and night. If it is cold, add a handful of firewood and grass before going to bed, and the kang noodles will be hot until dawn, and the house will be warm like spring. Once it is winter, the elderly and young children of the family will all move to sleep on the earthen kang, which is unusually comfortable and suitable. Old Man Mu praised the people in the mountains for being smart and having the wisdom of life, and he couldn't look down on them.

As early as hanging up the phone to the director of the Nanjing Tibetan factory, Mu Qin also called home, saying that he had contacted the director of the Tibetan factory, and promised to come to Xinghua Village in a few days to inspect the project. Back at home, Xylophone told Maosheng that his old father was coming, and Maosheng was anxious enough. Maosheng said, what should I do, my father is coming, and I don't even have a place to live. It's cold in the house, he's used to heating in the city, how can he stand the cold inside and outside of us. Xylophone didn't take it seriously, saying that he would live in the pot house, and it would not be a long-term stay, but just a few days of work, and it would be over.

After the previous trip to Nanjing, Maosheng had already treated Old Man Mu as his own father. Even, his good impression of him exceeds that of his biological father who is long gone. How could he bear to let Old Man Mu live in a pot house as chaotic as a pig's nest. Therefore, he immediately took action and re-plastered the walls in the pot house. I also got lime water and painted it carefully. He also hung the roof of the pot house in a very rare way. The pot stove has been re-coiled, and the earthen kang has been re-repaired. I went to the town again to buy flower paper and bright oil, and turned the kang noodles into flower noodles, and put on the bright oil several times. All the bits and pieces in the pot house were cleaned up, not even firewood and grass were left, and they were all put into the yard. There are only the necessary household utensils left in the pot house. He dug up the yellow mud that was frozen like iron, and after it was softened, he rammed the uneven house. The doors and windows were also re-nailed and painted with blue paint. At this point, the whole pot house shines brightly, not like a fire for cooking, but like a newlywed cave house with a high family in the mountains. [End of Chapter]