The east was white, and Sherba quietly got off the kang.

Seeing that Shuzhen was still doing "Nai Mazi", she didn't even dare to breathe and put on her shoes and went out like a cat. He did not go to the monastery to worship, but to mow the grass for the dairy goats he fed.

Since living with Shuzhen, Sherba has loved Shuzhen very much in other ways except for the little things that men can't do for Shuzhen. The two of them looked harmonious and beautiful on the surface, but it also made Ma Zhanquan and his wife and their neighbors unable to say anything.

In the second year of Shuzhen's marriage, she gave birth to a girl smoothly, and Ma Zhanquan gave a scripture named Hai Wai.

Although Shuzhen was married for less than eight months, she gave birth to Xiao Haiqi. But the Ma family covered it tightly, and they didn't give the baby a full moon, but only after the New Year, they let their relatives and neighbors meet. So, there was no gossip.

Sherba loves the baby even more, as if he has a baby. The four relatives of the township can't see what's strange in it. Shuzhen, busy planning all day long, Sherba, is obedient to her words, and the house and the ground are upside down. Even Ma Zhanquan and his wife, who got along day and night, didn't see that Sherba was half idle, and they looked forward to adding another man and half woman to the Ma family.

This has come and gone, Hai Quan is more than two years old, and Shuzhen's stomach has not moved. Bao Suzhen also asked a few times, but Shuzhen was asked to prevaricate by waiting for the sea to retreat when it was bigger.

There is Xiaohai withdrawing and babbling, and the excitement of turning around the front and back, Ma Zhanquan will not say anything. I think that Shuzhen and her family can live a good life in the future.

The snow fell early this winter, and a few young people in the village wanted to build some pillars in the waste charcoal kiln to build a house next year. So he took Sherba with him, for he was a connoisseur of dry charcoal kilns.

Shuzhen stopped and didn't want to go, but Sherpa said that she also wanted to renovate and renovate the east wing in the spring, and when the sea was big and it was good to live, Shuzhen didn't say anything.

So, Sherba began to prepare rope tools, and Shuzhen gave him fried oil tea, pancakes and pickles, enough to prepare half a month's worth of dry food.

In the past, with the progress of mining, one or two pillars with thick bowls had to be erected every few steps to prevent the stones on the top from collapsing and injuring people. When the charcoal in the tunnel was dug up, the kiln was abandoned. The pillars inside were permanently left in the alleyway.

To hit the column, first dig a horseshoe-shaped pit at the lower end of the column. Hang the column on the edge of the pit, and then gently hit the column with a small hammer to loosen it. Then, tie a rope to the lower end of the column and follow it to a relatively safe place. Pull the rope sharply, causing the column to slip and fall, if there is no large number of stones to fall, the column will be smoothly pulled out of the alley.

Generally, according to the amount of rope brought, a few columns can be pulled out in turn, and after a few days of drying, a lot of wood was successfully made.

A few people summed it up, Ming'er got him for another day, no matter how much, and he would return the day after tomorrow. Besides, you can't pull the horse if you get too much.

After working for a long time, I dragged out two batches. I was going to call it a day when I got it again, but there was a new rope that got stuck in the crack of the stone and couldn't pull it out. There was no way, so Sherba climbed into the alley without saying anything.

It didn't take long to hear a "boom" sound, followed by a stream of black-gray dust, which sprayed out like a ghost blowing along the mouth of the kiln. The people guarding the mouth of the kiln were immediately blown around, and they were so frightened that they didn't know what to do.

When the gray fog had faded, and the people outside the kiln shouted Sherba's name, and groped towards the alley with a frightened expression, they found that the alleyway had begun not far away and had collapsed into a vaguely visible depth. Stones of various sizes almost filled the roadway, and from time to time stones fell like showers.

Seeing that the narrow lanes were gradually filled in by fragments of stones.

In this way, Sherba was left in the dark alleyway forever.

Sherba's death, Sook-jin did not seem overly sad. She believes that everything is the Lord's arrangement. Hearing Shuzhen's cognition, Ma Zhanquan breathed a sigh of relief. As a senior Mu Min elder, he was sure that everything was arranged by Hu Da. Only obedience, only gratitude.

Without Sherba, Bao Suzhen opened up, so that Shuzhen could still live with her family as before.

Ma Zhanquan also gave the land allocated to Sherpa and asked the long-term workers to take over the work.

Shuzhen also helped Bao Suzhen to eat and drink, clean up the house, three adults, plus a lively and lovely little Haiqi, and lived a comfortable life.

After breakfast, Ma Zhanquan was about to go to the field to see how the cornfield was watered last night. saw Secretary Jia hurriedly enter the hospital.

Ma Zhanquan hurriedly greeted him, and said with a smile on his face: "Oh, what kind of wind blew Secretary Jia here." ”

So saying, he went into the house.

Secretary Jia waved his hand with a somewhat cold expression and said, "No, no." Let's go to the temple to discuss something, everyone else is waiting there. ”

Ma Zhanquan walked with the ditch suspiciously, and his heart was full of commotion. In the past, people from the county did not even enter the house like this formation. I couldn't help it, so I asked hesitantly: "What's the matter, I don't even drink tea." ”

Secretary Jia walked hurriedly, and said without even looking back: "What's the hurry, you will know when you get to the temple." ”

Ma Zhanquan had no choice but to be apprehensive and walk silently. In my mind, I imagined all kinds of possibilities.

Since the village was mostly populated by Muslims, the chapel became a meeting place in the village.

If a Han official from the county comes to the village to discuss matters, a table is set up under the pergola in front of the chapel. Because, according to Muslim customs, foreign religious people are not allowed to enter the chapel. Fortunately, officials of all sizes in the county will consciously abide by this custom.

Ma Zhanquan saw three people in official uniforms standing under the shed. Squinting his eyes and taking a closer look, one of them, a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body, seemed to have seen it there. When I got closer, I couldn't help but feel excited. He recognized the middle-aged man as Director Zhang of the police station.

It's a strange day, what is he doing in the village? Ma Zhanquan muttered inwardly, scanning the people under the shed back and forth with his eyes. But Secretary Jia sat on the stool in front of the table and asked, "Your village, do you register the foreign population according to the requirements of the county?" ”

Ma Zhanquan was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly nodded and said, "All of them are registered, and none of them are bad." ”

The expression on Secretary Jia's face seemed to be a little more lively.

stared at Ma Zhanquan and said, "The county plans to make some adjustments to the poll tax." It is necessary to conduct a comprehensive survey of the newly increased population in each village. In the past three years, you have counted the people who have settled in your village, those who have been living for a long time, and the people who have lived in relatives for a long time. ”

Ma Zhanquan nodded suspiciously, and walked into the chapel with some hesitation. Somehow, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart at this time.

He fumbled, took out a thick book of brown paper, lowered his head and sketched on it for a while, and said with a suspicious face: "That's all, a total of seventeen." ”

Secretary Jia glanced at it cursory and said, "Send people and call them all here." ”

Ma Zhanquan hurriedly got up and said, "I'd better go." ”

Secretary Jia waved his hand at him and said, "Just send someone away, you can quickly pull a list." ”

Ma Zhanquan was slightly stunned for a moment, took the pen and paper handed by Secretary Jia with some slow movements, and made a list of puzzled words and words. handed it to Ma Dejiang, the accountant who was standing behind him and looked at the bustle in a daze, and said, "Then you can run." ”

Ma Dejiang left in response, and Director Zhang glanced at the young man beside him.

The man followed Accountant Ma and disappeared behind the house in a blink of an eye.