Another day had begun, the adobe stacked behind the courtyard wall had dried out, and Mao Yulong was ready to start building the ondol.

This job is called Pankang in my hometown in Northeast China, and it is a hard work, and it also needs someone to help.

So Mao Yulong lay on the courtyard wall and shouted to the opposite yard: "The third child, the third child." ”

Father Zhao stuck his head out of the door and asked, "It's Yulong, is there anything wrong with finding the third son?" ”

Mao Yulong stretched his neck and replied: "I want to do some hard work, but uncle, you look at my body bones, I can't do it at all, so I want to ask the third brother to give me a hand." ”

Uncle Zhao smiled: "They are all neighbors, what do you say, please say something, Xiao Xiucai is not working, let's do this matter with our two masters." ”

After speaking, he ordered San'er, who walked out of the house: "Don't go out today, help Xiaoxiucai do some work." ”

San'er readily agreed, so the two of them didn't go through the door, and jumped over the wall directly, waiting for Mao Yulong's orders.

The mother doesn't know what her son wants to do, but since he called everyone here, let's follow him, this family of mine is going to be handed over to this son, so let's start from now on.

"Since his uncle and San'er are here, you are busy, I will go to the street to buy some vegetables and cut some meat, and call him Aunt Zhao to eat together at noon."

They are all neighbors, and they don't need public money to help, but a meal is to be managed, Uncle Zhao relies on taking his son to the street to make some money to eat and drink, the business is very bleak, there are no last meals, this delay on the street will naturally have no dinner, so the mother called the Zhao family aunt over, saying that it was to help cook the rice, not to return a dinner.

Hearing that there was meat to eat, Uncle Zhao was very happy, and San'er also worked hard.

At this time, the south did not have the fire, Zhao Bo saw it very novel, although the pankang was tired, but the work was not complicated, and the work was also happy, Zhao Bo and San'er did not let Mao Yulong interfere at all, but just let him command.

Pankang is a handicraft in the Northeast, even if the technology is quite advanced in later generations, on the big wall, you can also see small advertisements of Pankang everywhere. Whether a plate of kang is good or not is burned is on the so-called kennel under the chimney at the end, that is, on the exhaust outlet. Mao Yulong personally got started and pointed to Uncle Zhao: "This is the key, and it is also the craft, I will hand it over to you now, and when you learn it from your old heart, you can make some craft money for others to support the family, which is much better than your grandfather and the two of you who go to the street to sell their arts." ”

When Mao Yulong said this, Uncle Zhao was terrified: "How can Xiao Xiucai's craft be learned casually, no, no, no, you can get this yourself, we will go out together, and I will come in to help after you finish it." ”

In this era, craftsmanship is heirloom, a family of several generations of eating guys, stealing teachers to learn art is despised, it is equivalent to robbing other people's jobs, the most simple intellectual property rights are simply implemented and maintained.

Mao Yulong grabbed Father Zhao: "Uncle, don't you know, I want to study and improve, and I will go to other places to be an official in the future, how can I do this job?" ”

Zhao Bo nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, I forgot about this, Xiaoxiu will only be promoted to be an official in the future, how can he do such a vulgar job?" ”

"And I estimate that when I build the ondol, this thing will not only be warm in winter, but also in addition to the humidity in summer, there must be neighbors who will see his goodness, and there will be a follow-up, so that it will slowly become popular in Hangzhou, and you are the first to know this craft, with him, your life will be better."

Uncle Zhao's eyes were red, and he choked up and threw his hand at Mao Yulong: "I can also see this, when I go back, I will also make one, this is the craftsmanship handed over to me by Xiao Xiucai, this is the way Xiao Xiucai gave me to live, how can our family be grateful to you." ”

The neighbors did not have a key conflict of interest, but walked closer than the people of the family, especially Mao Yulong handed over to Zhao Bo a family-raising craft, and he was really grateful at that time.

The mother wiped her hands in the kitchen and replied with a smile: "What is grateful or not, the so-called relatives are looking forward to it, neighbors are looking forward to it, everyone's life is good, and it is not happy to look at it." ”

Uncle Zhao instructed his daughter-in-law, who was busy in the kitchen: "Go back and catch that old hen to cook for the night." ”

The mother hurriedly stopped: "Otherwise, the old hen is still your family's oil and salt, I can't help it." ”

Aunt Zhao squeezed out and said as she walked: "I learned the craft of Xiao Xiucai, and the days after that will be lively, a hen is nothing, and there is nothing to do." ”

Since the hen came out, the mother was also generous, took a dozen dollars in the crockpot under the bed, and asked the little girl to go to the grocery store on the street to sell a pound of wine. Xiaoya took a bottle and ran out of the room, and Xiao Huang followed behind to protect the little master.

When the kang and the stove are connected, the smoke of the cooking fire flows under the kang, and the damp kang begins to emit mist and water vapor, although it is not usable now, but the originally wet and cold room has become warm, and this result immediately amazes others. Everyone also saw the prospect of this kang in the future, and Aunt Zhao's face with a sad face also began to smile, because she saw the hope of her own man in the future, relying on this skill to make the family live a good life.

And Mao Yulong was also in a lot of mood at dinner, not only that he would say goodbye to the cold southern winter, but the most important thing was that he saved the family with a gesture, which is really a gift of roses, and the beauty of the hand has a lingering fragrance.

The next day, several of the same years came to visit according to the custom, and Mao Yulong, of course, warmly welcomed them and let them sit on the hot kang that had already dried.

This warm hot kang makes all people feel more comfortable while feeling novel.

Mao Yulong immediately launched on-site commentary and promotion, saying that the beauty of this fire kang is a lot of flowers, and that this craft is extremely profound. Finally, Zhao Bo, who has this unique craft, was grandly launched. At that time, everyone said that they would go back and discuss with their families, and immediately implement the plan to change the kang and stove, as for the salary, there is no problem with a few rich families, and as for the same as themselves, they can charge half the price.

After sending away a few years of the same year, Mao Yulong couldn't help pinching his chin proudly when he looked at their distant backs, and he didn't pay attention, he also carried out the great cause of changing the kang and the stove that could not be implemented in that era in this era, should he participate in the distribution of evil money? But after thinking about it, I gave up, because I pay attention to identity in this era, and I am ready to take the path of the imperial examination, don't be affected by this.

But in fact, Mao Yulong thinks too much, in this era, although he despises businessmen even more, but it has been seriously superficial, looking at which officials are not in business behind them to collect money for them, the reason why Donglin resolutely opposes the state's taxation of businessmen is not that Donglin is the biggest spokesperson for businessmen, and collecting taxes is equivalent to moving their cheese.

As the saying goes, blocking people's money is equivalent to killing their parents, and the hatred of killing their fathers and taking their wives is the biggest hatred in the world, and it has risen to this level.

As for the loss of this income, whether Daming's finances are bankrupt, whether the soldiers of the border army are freezing and starving and are unable to resist the enemy, whether Daming will eventually collapse and perish, so what is Donglin? It doesn't matter what.