Yes, the people who came today exceeded Li Ziyu's expectations.

In addition to the old village chief Zhao Qing, his eldest son Zhao Zhenyou and second son Zhao Zhenmin also came. He Shigui's family, his eldest son He Dashan, second son He Dahai, He Shixiang and his two sons He Dasen and He Dashu also came. Wang Ruiqing came with his eldest son Wang Chunqiu and younger son Wang Chungang with brick knives and shovels. Doctor Fu didn't come, and his son Fu Yunshan also stood in the crowd with a shovel. It is Zhou Bohai's two sons, Da Zhuang and Xiao Zhuang, who don't usually deal with each other, and Wei Qibin and his eldest son Wei Zhongyuan also came. There were also a few young men I didn't know very well

Li Ziyu has a headache, why is she so popular?

Actually, it's not that Li Ziyu's family is well-matched, it's just that it's winter leisure, except for a few who work part-time in the city, all the good laborers are idle at home. Besides, it's not easy to find a short-term job on a snowy day. Although Li Ziyu's family said that they didn't care about food, they had a lot of wages, so everyone who got the letter came with a shy face. Even He Shigui has no work in winter, who builds a house in winter. Although Li Ziyu felt sorry for the money in her heart, she had to keep thanking her, and her thin little face stiffened with a smile.

Zhao Qing looked at Li Ziyu and said, "Girl, it's all your uncles and brothers, don't be too polite." I know, there's a little more of us today. But today's people are all good laborers, and they will definitely be able to finish ahead of schedule. And wow, I'll find the adobe bricks for you from door to door, and I'll specify enough. ”

Li Ziyu was secretly ashamed in her heart, and said in her heart that Jiang was still old and spicy, and she thought that her careful thinking was well hidden, but it was still seen. Seeing that the old village chief was running around repairing her family's house at such an age, he was busy showing a more sincere smile than just now: "Grandpa, do you see it?" Hehe, it's not that I'm afraid of not having enough money. Thank you, Grandpa! If it weren't for you, I'd be here."

"Okay, let's talk about it, I'll be far away from grandpa." Zhao Qing interrupted Li Ziyu's words.

"By the way, why is my second uncle coming back too? Aren't they in the city? Li Ziyu changed the subject. There are some things that don't need to be said with words, just remembered in your heart.

"Isn't it snowing, your second uncle is not worried about the family, go home and take a look. Just in time for your family to repair the house, your brother and sister were the most angry when your father was alive, shouldn't he help a job? ”

Li Ziyu looked at the few young men in the courtyard who didn't know again, and confirmed with Zhao Qing in a low voice.

As he was talking, He Shigui and Wang Ruiqing, who had finished reading how much wood, thatch, soil, and grass clippings needed to repair the house, came over.

He Shigui nodded to Zhao Qing, looked at Li Ziyu and said, "Niece, let me tell you about this house." ”

Li Ziyu hurriedly said: "Uncle, you say." ”

"You have to repair all three rooms in this house, and one of the residents will repair the West House and the Hall first, right?"

"Yes, uncle."

"That's what I plan, the conditions of your house are here, and you can't afford to fix it if it's too good, so I'll build you a mud and straw house."

"Isn't the mud and straw house different from our house?" Li Ziyu really didn't understand this, so she had to ask shamelessly.

"Niece, your house is a straw house, and the straw I found from the neighboring village was laid out like that. It's not that I'm boasting, if I had the current craftsmanship in the past, your house would collapse" Don't look at He Shigui is a carpenter, in the past few years, he has traveled from south to north, and he has seen more and more knowledge, and has accumulated rich experience in building houses. Through He Shigui's explanation, Li Ziyu understood that the mud straw house was much stronger than the straw house in the past, and it would last longer.

So, Li Ziyu agreed to He Shigui's suggestion, and the courtyard immediately went its separate ways.

Wang Chunqiu took Da Zhuang, Xiao Zhuang and a young man to carry a bamboo basket to the river to pick up soil. Wang Chunqiu and his father work as bricklayers all the year round, and they are always looking for them to build houses in the village, so they know which piece of soil is sticky.

He Dahai took Wei Qibin and his son to the river to cut thatch.

He Dashan unloaded the timber and beckoned Fu Yunshan to go door to door to pull adobe bricks.

He Dasen held a shovel and cleared the snow on the side.

A few young men made an appointment to go to each house to get sorghum stalks, which they would use later. Originally, the master's family should not lack this thing, but Zhao Qing also forgot about it, thinking that Li Ziyu's family must have it. Unexpectedly, Li Ziyu's sorghum stalks had already been burned.

He Dashu carried the ladder up to the house, and after going up to the roof, he rushed down and shouted: "Xiaoyu, put the pot and water tank in the hall on the cover, or it won't work." ”

"Hey! I'm going to go find something to cover it up. Li Ziyu agreed and ran into the hall, and Xiaoshan and Xiaowen followed suit. The sisters hurriedly put the rags, washbasins, and basin racks on the pot table into the east house. The water tank is still covered with a cutting board, and it will be brushed after the repair is completed. Li Ziyu folded the new quilt on the kang and put it in a wooden box, rolled up the oilcloth and carried it to the hall and spread it on the pot table. The firewood pile in the hall was smashed into the yard several times, and the rice soup was boiled for a while. Two buckets and a pole were also carried into the courtyard.

Li Ziyu returned to the east house and looked up at the roof, only to find that the beams of this house were thicker than those of the two houses, and the strange road had not collapsed. instructed the three Xiaowen and Xiaowen to stay in the house, closed the door tightly, and walked outside the courtyard with Xiaoshan. The hill must follow. He is the eldest son, and he will be ten years old after the New Year, which is not young. Building a house is a big deal, and he has to be involved in the whole process.

Li Ziyu returned to the courtyard, raised his head and shouted at He Dashu: "Brother Dashu, clean it up, you can dismantle it." ”

"Okay, got it!" When He Dashu agreed, a few more young men went up to the roof. Immediately, there was a faint commotion, and the smoke and dust dispersed, choking people's noses.

"Xiaoyu, why don't you give me a letter in this repair room? The one who lives close knows it later than anyone else. ”

At this moment, a woman's voice rang out. Li Ziyu didn't need to look at it to know that it was Aunt Yang, and hurriedly turned her head to greet her.

"Aunt Yang, are you here? Isn't it that if you don't care about the meal, it won't bother you. ”

Aunt Yang's family is the closest family to Li Ziyu's family. Aunt Yang's name is Yang Baoying, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a gentle and gentle appearance, but she is generous and helpful, spicy and capable, and is famous for her good embroidery skills. Li Ziyu was very good with her when she was alive. The daughter Yang Liu is ten years old this year, and the son is five years old. A pair of children are very well-behaved and obedient. Yang Liu was a young man who embroidered from his mother, and he could earn a lot of money a year by selling embroidery. His son Yang Jinbo can also help with work inside and out. The fly in the ointment is that Yang Lixin, the uncle of Yang, fell from the mountain three years ago and fractured his right leg. It may be that I didn't pick it up at that time, and when I walked, my feet were high and low, and I couldn't do heavy work at all. If it weren't for the embroidery of the mother, the family would not be able to live.

As she was talking, Xiaohua and her mother walked up from the slope, and Xiaohua called out from afar: "Xiaoyu, I'm here." As he spoke, he stepped on the snow and ran up. provoked the little flower girl behind her to be careful.

Li Ziyu hurriedly greeted him and greeted him affectionately: "Auntie, are you here?" I'm sorry that you're so busy and delaying you. ”

Xiaohuaniang walked up with a smile: "What's the delay?" Who are we with whom, this kid is always so foreign. Baoying, don't you say? "Aunt Yang and Xiaohuaniang are both girls from Linshan Village, so Xiaohuaniang and Aunt Yang talk very casually.

Aunt Yang also smiled: "It's not what's wrong, I'm talking about her." You said such a big thing, I don't know, or our family Jimbo went out to play, and saw these old people walking here, so he told me, and I only knew. ”

A few people walked into the courtyard with a smile.

A few young men who joked with Aunt Yang and Little Flower Lady talked and laughed while working:

"Sister-in-law, do you know I'm coming when you're dressed so beautifully today?"

"Shut up, stinky boy! Do your work well, the hair hasn't grown, and you dare to pick away from it? ”

"Baoying, he owes it again, tell him a great daughter-in-law, and let him kneel on the washboard."

"Sister-in-law, don't be so ruthless. So my eldest brother also knelt? ”

"This dead boy, who dares to make jokes, has his skin itchy?"

In the midst of laughter and laughter, those who pick up dirt and cut thatch have already made several trips. After a while, He Dashan and Fu Yunshan also came back with adobe bricks, and unloaded the adobe bricks in the place that He Dasen cleaned out, which was used to build an earthen stove, and because the roof of the house had to be demolished, there was no way to burn the fire. Wang Chungang took a few children and began to build an earthen stove in the courtyard, and in just a few minutes, the earthen stove was built. After asking Li Ziyu's opinion, he took out the pot on the north side of the hall and installed it on the stove in the courtyard. For fear of the cold kang in the east house, Li Ziyu covered the pot lid as it was, covered it tightly with a tarpaulin, and blocked the two stoves.

He Dashan took Fu Yunshan and a young man back to pull planks and stakes, and built shelves on the front and back sides of the house, at least two layers of shelves, to facilitate the transportation of various materials.

A young man picked up a pole and carried a bucket to the creek to fetch water. It's a half-sized kid who jokes with Aunt Yang. Li Ziyu asked Aunt Yang, only to know that it was Zheng Youde's family in the west of the village, nicknamed Gazi, big name Zheng Dongwang, fifteen years old this year. Zheng Youde died when Gazi was five years old due to illness, and now Gazi and his mother depend on each other. Li Ziyu secretly wrote down his name, he is a person with a job in his eyes, and he is diligent when he comes to things.

At this time, Wang Chunqiu and a few people were picking the thatch, and the roots were neatly arranged one by one, and then soaked in water. This should have been done last night, so that the thatch would have soaked through and would work well today. Li Ziyu's family has a few children, and they don't understand this. Besides, the thatch was only cut today, so it's too late. Fortunately, it had just snowed, and the thatch grew by the river, so it was already wet.

When the boys with the sorghum stalks returned, they began to tie the sorghum targets.

Li Ziyu took out the newly bought sorghum rice, and Xiaohua Niang, Aunt Yang, Xiaohua and Li Ziyu began to light a fire to boil rice soup. After a while, the rice soup boiled out, and the boys began to live with mud.

By this time, the roofs of the West House and the hall had been torn down, and the waste wood, straw and some dry soil had been shoveled down in the courtyard. A few diligent young men carried them down the hillside in bamboo baskets. Two layers of wooden shelves were erected in front of and behind the house, and mud and thatch were also placed on the first layer of wooden shelves. He Shigui, He Shixiang and Wang Ruiqing took Zhao Zhenyou, Zhao Zhenmin, and a few young men, and Zhao Qing also followed, and began to go up the beam and the rafters. This mud and straw house had to be covered with beams and rafters before sorghum stalks, thatch and mud could be laid. Xiaoshan saw that he couldn't help his sister, so he followed the beam into the house, and when he saw it, it was really an eye-opener for him.

The girders and rafters are first fixed with wooden wedges, and then wrapped with iron wires, and the people below step on the shelves that have been erected, and hand the sorghum targets, thatch, and mud up in turn as needed. Tie the sorghum target with wire and start laying thatch. Laying thatch is a meticulous job, and it is also a technical job, and those who don't know how to do it can't reach out. He Shigui and He Shixiang are responsible for one south and one north, pressing the thatch with the water down and pressing the layer down. They pressed a layer of thatch, a layer of mud, another layer of thatch, another layer of mud, and so on, and so on, and again, and then again, and then again, and again, and again, and again, The roof is like layers of terraces, wave after wave, wave after wave, and finally the entire plane on the roof, there is no trace of inverted grass tip.

Xiaoshan's eyes widened in surprise and he couldn't speak, but the others were used to it.

The roof of the Westinghouse was paved in just one hour. Li Ziyu ran into the West House in surprise and found that the roof was in a herringbone shape. There is a thick beam on the top, and on both sides of the beam are rafters of uniform thickness, and the gap between the rafters is a dense sorghum stalk. The whole roof is neat and beautiful, and the house exudes a mixed smell of sorghum stalks, thatch, and earth, but it makes Li Ziyu feel that it is the best smell in the world.

Zhao Qing looked at the time, it was already the middle of the hour, so he announced the end of work.

Li Ziyu hurriedly went into the house to get water and bowls, wanting everyone to drink water and go home. Zhao Qing waved his hand to signal that there was no need to be busy. He led everyone out.

Li Ziyu hurriedly stopped him and asked Zhao Qing to remember the name of the person who came today, after all, she couldn't recognize all of them. Zhao Qing agreed.

Xiaohua Niang, Aunt Yang and Xiaohua also said goodbye and left, and Li Ziyu was so grateful that she thanked her again and again. Li Ziyu looked at the group of people who had gone away, and her heart was full and grateful that she had never felt before.