Chapter 8: Small Talk

Early in the morning, Meng Yu put the pancake in the trouble to prevent it from getting cold, and he had breakfast and quickly rushed back to the suburbs, he said that he would promote the development of the suburbs, so that the farmers could also turn over. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Back at his cottage, Meng Yu suddenly smiled bitterly, he bought a lot of things and was going to take them to Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen, so he packed up his cottage and went to Chen Dazhuang's house with his things.

"Da Zhuang?"

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw Chen Dazhuang weaving a basket, so he smiled and said, "I brought you some things, you can put them away, is Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen at home?"

As he spoke, he brought the chickens and ducks, as well as pastries, noodles, oil, and a basket of eggs into the house.

"Yo! You're here, and your aunt and I are talking about you! ”

Uncle Chen took Meng Yu's things with a smile on his face, and said seriously: "You kid, what else are you carrying, it's true!"

Aunt Chen also smiled on the side: "Yu'er, haven't you slept well recently, you have lost weight, wait a minute, Auntie will make you something to eat!"

"Okay!"

Meng Yu grinned and said, "Uncle, aunt, why don't you go to the city with me, I got some money a few days ago and bought a house, it's quite big, why don't you go and live together?"

Uncle Chen, named Chen Yipin, and Meng Yu's father are like brothers, after Meng Yu's parents died, he treated Meng Yu as much as Chen Dazhuang, and even had some partiality towards Meng Yu, and Aunt Chen and Liu were the same!

So for Meng Yu, maybe they are relatives!

"Uh..."

Chen Yipin was stunned for a moment, very pleased, and said: "Yu'er, we won't go, in fact, it's not bad here, although the days are a little harder, but really, we are all half-cut people into the ground, I don't care, it's just that Da Zhuang is this kid, you know, he is stupid, I hope you will take care of one or two in the future!"

Liu Shi was also slightly stunned, and said, "Yu'er, Da Zhuang will trouble you..."

They are actually embarrassed to say it, but this is also forced to be helpless, Chen Dazhuang is indeed a little too honest and easy to be bullied.

"Hmm!"

Meng Yu bowed his hand heavily and said, "Da Zhuang and I are like brothers, I should take care of him, but uncle, aunt, you really don't want me to live anywhere?"

"I have so much honor to you..."

Chen Yipin smiled extremely brightly and said, "No, it's good that you have a heart!"

"Yes, yes!"

Liu also smiled faintly and got up to prepare lunch.

In fact, it was only dawn now, and it was still early for lunch, but Meng Yu was going to eat here today, so she had to prepare more dishes, so naturally it would take some time.

"Yu'er..."

Chen Yipin smiled and suddenly said: "Your wind-rocking waterwheel is really easy to use, although there is rain in the past few days, but the next day will be scorching, the waterwheel has played a big role, and it is convenient!"

Meng Yu is still very confident in his wind-rocking waterwheel, although he is an engineering dog, but in his previous life, he liked to read some books on mechanics, and accumulated a lot of carpenter's knowledge, which can be regarded as handy now.

"Uncle, when I come back this time, I plan to make a few plows for the villagers, of course, this is also allocated to those families with cattle, so that the spring ploughing next year will be much faster, and it is not as laborious as the old plow."

Meng Yu said his thoughts very indifferently, and then handed a sketch to Chen Yipin and asked him to observe, after all, he is a senior, so he can naturally see the quality of this plow.

"Good!"

Chen Yipin couldn't hold back, and said directly: "This plow has four mouths, each of which has a tiny barb, and the degree of bending is just right, the four mouths of the plow are much faster than the old plow, and the sloping floor is also very good, not only labor-saving, but also can easily cut the hard mud in the field, good!"

Chen Yipin was full of praise, Meng Yu also smiled faintly, this plough is he combined the Han Dynasty tread plow and the seventeenth century European plough made, although there are some improvements, but also unchanged its fundamentals, so the speed of the tread plow is retained, and the European plough labor-saving is also integrated into it.

"That's good, I'll do it in the next few days!"

Meng Yu also smiled, for this plow, he really hasn't done it, so making a standard plow, I'm afraid it will not be easy, it will take a few days, he paused and said: "Of course, if I make a good bite, I will teach the carpenters here and let them help make it, which can be regarded as leaving something for the villagers." ”

"Yu'er has a heart!"

Chen Yipin watched Meng Yu grow up, and always thought that this child would get ahead, and knew that he was a good boy, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Meng Yu's parents left early, and this child didn't give up on himself, he did everything himself, he was kind by nature, and he knew how to repay his kindness, but it was a little darker...

But it's out of the way.

Meng Yu suddenly thought about it and said, "Da Zhuang is also over sixteen, the same age as me, but three months younger than me, so has my uncle considered his marriage?"

"This..."

Chen Yipin was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "Zhuang'er is too stupid, whether he marries a daughter-in-law or not, we can't do anything by himself!"

Meng Yu disagreed, looked at Chen Dazhuang who was weaving baskets outside the house, and said with a smile: "I think it's very good, Dazhuang is so honest, naturally there will be a good marriage!"

I have to say that women in ancient times wanted to marry an honest man, but honest people were relatively poor, so there was a saying that they loved vain women.

………

Time passed little by little, and before I knew it, it was already noon, so a few people cleaned up and sat down to eat together, at this time, Meng Yu remembered that the girl and the old man at home had no one to cook, so they hurriedly ate a few bites.

"Uncle, aunt, there is an old man at home, I have to rush back to cook, I'm really embarrassed, the kid is here to compensate my uncle and aunt!"

After saying that, he bowed down and immediately rushed back.

"You're really ......"

Liu was a little disappointed, after all, he hadn't eaten together for a long time, and sighed and said, "After all, I've grown up..."

"yes!"

Chen Yipin also felt the same way.

"Dad, mother, what are you talking about?"

Chen Dazhuang looked dazed, eating a delicious meal, and he didn't know why.

"Shut up and eat you!"

The two of them gave him a white look in unison, which was a lesson to him.

Chen Dazhuang was helpless and uncomfortable.

Am I my own child?

Meng Yu bought vegetables at the market and hurried back to the house quickly, but fortunately, the house was not too far from the suburbs, so it didn't take much time to arrive.

So he hurriedly cooked, and while cooking, he also taught Mu Aya how to do it, and the little girl listened very cautiously, for fear of missing a little.

"Oops, it smells so good!"

Mu Aya was stunned for a moment, looked at the delicious food, and said with a smile: "If it weren't for Brother Yu'er coming back, I'm afraid I would starve to death!"

"You!"

Meng Yu didn't think so, after all, she was everyone's lady, and it was normal that she couldn't cook, and she became a slave all of a sudden, I'm afraid she was a little unaccustomed.

The three of them had lunch very casually, Meng Yu looked at the old man, and said, "Old man, if you are not feeling well, you have to tell Mu Aya, let her tell me, I am in the suburbs!"

The old man still didn't speak, glanced at him lightly, and nodded.

"Mu Aya, you have to take good care of grandpa, you know?"

Meng Yu looked at the little girl, then handed her a dagger and said, "This dagger is extremely sharp, you keep it for self-defense!"

"Yes!"

Mu Aya took the dagger and carefully put it away.

After that, Meng Yu rushed back to the grass house and went to make his own plow.

(To be continued)