22 In the past few days, the mill house of Zhou Dao has been turned back into a construction site. Dozens of people took turns busy day and night. The destroyed mills were cleaned up, and the wooden shafts and linkages were rebuilt and then installed. However, the house is only built with beams and pillars, the roof is covered with a few bamboo mats, and the four sides without walls are also temporarily surrounded by mats. On this hot day, Zhou Dao took off his coat and carried his shirtless hands on his shoulders like everyone else, his face was covered with gray sweat, and he changed his old bookish anger, and he was very involved in mingling with the working masses.

There are a lot of people in the township who come to see the excitement and help, the burned carbon ash grass and wood ash is a hot item, since someone helps clean up and take it away, the beams and pillars that are not burned can not be given, so they have to keep it as firewood. The millers and the handymen recruited temporarily had additional meals, and the chicken soup was stewed in the evening, and the chickens that had not grown up were slaughtered into small pieces, and they could not be fished up in the bowls of the people for half a day. But there's nothing to complain about, just their bitter haha, they may not be able to eat meat during the New Year, there are old and young people in the family, how many mouths are waiting, not as good as the Chengping years. Everyone is happy to have chicken soup to drink.

The villagers who came to see the excitement and helped a little bit saw that Zhou Dao had no intention of inviting them to dinner, and they all left in a huff. Zhou Dao is not a rich man now, but he doesn't dare to invite them to eat rice when he first opened, that guy, as soon as the news spreads, at least hundreds of mouths will come, and he is now in debt. There were too many people to cook, and the two mothers-in-law were too busy to help, so they found their daughters-in-law to help, there were young women on the construction site, and the men worked more quickly, and from time to time someone said a fishy thing, and there was laughter in the mill.

Eight days later, Zhoudao's mill reopened. Four of the five mills can be used for normal rice milling, and the remaining one is still under repair. Except for one of the rice milling houses that was not burned, the other three only had a bare shelf, and the bamboo mats could cover a little rain, which did not have a big impact on the rice milling. If it rains heavily, you have to take shelter in the barn on the side with the grain, and everything will be simple.

The mill that is being repaired is mud walls and green tiles, the rules are neat, and they are all done according to the rules. This time Zhou Dao made up his mind, the wall is a fence mud wall made of sandwiched bamboo, the inside and outside are plastered with rice milk and mud, and the roof is covered with green tiles. It was careless before, although each room was equipped with two water scoops, but it was anti-fire, who the fuck knew it was arson. It is not considered to lay the thatch as a roof again, who knows how many enemies of the same industry are waiting, even if each one spends more than four weeks, as long as the mill does not stop, these are worth it.

The milling did not stop, and after ten days, the number of people who came to mill rice and flour has returned to the number before the fire, and there is still more than the posture. The surrounding neighbors heard that the water mill in Zhoudao was burned, and it was strange that the rice mill could be resumed so quickly, looking at his leaky mat shed on all sides, I felt both funny and had to admire, which was too comprehensible.

In the first few days of the fire, Pan Ye came to see it, and asked Zhou Dao to prepare a petition to be handed to the county government on these two days, and on July 24, Lord Yu was going to be promoted to the court, so that his case could be passed with several other cases on that day. explained the rules again, and Zhou Dao listened to it loudly. "You are the bitter master, you can ask Xu Lushi in the town to help you write, how much money has you lost by this fire, you have to write enough, and you will answer when the adults in the hall ask." Pan Ye said. Zhou Dao understood what he meant, and half of the compensation demanded was Pan Ye's own, so he asked him to write enough. Zhou Dao calculated, and said, "Twenty times each of the four mills, ten times in the chicken coop, a total of ninety times, is it feasible?" ”

Pan Ye squinted, "It's not just a little bit to rebuild the mill, I heard that some millers were injured?" Without waiting for Zhou Dao's reply, he said, "The money for medicine, the money for recuperation, and other miscellaneous expenses are worth forty." There are also 60 yuan of business income delayed by your mill, plus 150 yuan of repairing the chicken coop of the mill house, a total of 250 yuan. ”

Looking at Pan Ye's serious appearance, although it is the height of summer, Zhou Dao feels a little cold.