Fang Mingyuan ran over and was stopped by the patriarch, don't go back, be careful to drop it in the cellar for you.

There's a cellar! You can't let people stay in it, pull them up!

The barracks are a row of large houses to the west, a cellar, and a manhole. Fang Mingyuan glanced at the big house, this side should be the canteen of the barracks.

There are stone steps that go down diagonally, and it is not a big deal to step on the air and fall, and it is not a problem to hurt your foot. dropped two of them in the cellar, dragged them up with a rope, waved their hands and said that they were fine, but they were a little confused.

Don't be confused! The cellar went straight down, and there was a rotten cellar lid before, which was broken and fell down by you, and there was not enough oxygen underneath, so it was fortunate that it was not suffocated.

The patriarch was overjoyed, "Quickly clean up the manholes, light torches, get some firewood to dry, put up boards at night, and let the children go down to live." ”

Fang Yue was curious, go down and take a look, Emma, can there be people living here? Tomb of the Living Dead!

Chang'an explained to his sister: There are vents in the ground, and the underground has a constant temperature in all seasons, which can indeed live in people.

"When it's cold and evil in winter over there, whoever has a manhole in the house will move down and live, put on the kang, and the family will live very warmly, if the place is big enough, you can still cook!" The patriarch had an expression of picking up a treasure.

The third uncle took a few people down to clean, and was busy looking for firewood, "There are few places where we can dig a manhole over there, and such a big manhole will collapse if it can't be dug well." ”

Don't crow's mouth! It's good that the ground can live for the time being, don't tell me about collapse.

Chang'an looked around, frowned, and said: "It seems that the bricks and tiles can be used again, and the green bricks are already harder and more durable than the red bricks." The reason why the house is in danger is that it should not be plastered, but if it is a cement house, it should be ......"

"Don't think about it, where to get cement, you say, how do we build a house? Gang Yueyue said, to build a new rural villa, what is it? Fang Mingyuan asked.

Chang'an's eyes lit up, and he called his sister over, "Yueyue, will you make cement?" ”

Hum! Fang Yue turned around and ran away, saying that it was useless, what to use to make cement, do you know what materials are used for cement? Besides, how to burn cement here, it takes a high temperature of more than 1,000 degrees, how to do it?

"What are you busy with?" Fang Mingyuan was not at ease and wanted to go with him to have a look.

Chang'an grabbed his father, "Don't worry about my sister, what should we do next?" You've got to have a charter! When they all build houses, who will plant the crops? Also, you're carrying a thousand taels of silver tickets! How are you going to spend it? ”

When Fang Mingyuan heard it, yes! You can't be busy, you have to divide your work, and you have to have a charter.

Fang Yue dragged his mother over, don't work stupidly, there are a lot of things to be summed up!

The family found a corner where no one was around, and did not dare to drill into the barren grass, so they squatted at the end of the stone road for a small meeting.

"What's next? The patriarch gave me all the money, saying that everyone would work in the future and repay the kindness of our family, what do you say about this? ”

Dong Xiaoying was stunned for a second, then waved her hand and said, "Don't do that, how much work is there now!" It is necessary to regulate the fields, to build houses, and to house these people, and to have nothing to do, and there is not enough covering. ”

Fang Yue whispered: "Mom, find out a few pieces of ancient paper, let my brother draw pictures, let's build a house with drawings, we can't build too ugly, let's build a new rural villa!" ”

"Why are you so angry! It's also a small villa, can you get it a little serious? Dong Xiaoying said, took out a stack of ancient letter paper, and handed her son a drawing pen.

Chang An took the paper, didn't busy drawing, looked at the hot scene of the house demolition, and said with a wry smile: "These people are waiting for Dad to arrange it!"

I feel that with my father, I don't have to worry about anything. This is a good thing, but it is also necessary to think about managing it, and now there is kindness to hold it, and after a long time, people's hearts will not remain the same. ”

Dong Xiaoying patted Fang Mingyuan and said with a smile: "What's this, I think we are like a rural production team now, and the people at that time were so motivated!"

In order to earn more points, your grandmother is reluctant to go home after work, and she works hard, just to let the cadres of the production team see her and give her an advanced evaluation. ”

Fang Mingyuan laughed and said, "What my daughter-in-law said is right! Just do it, first manage it according to the production team, let's sum it up, and make a charter, I haven't worked in the production team! ”

"What years did we have at that time, and my parents' generation said that it was a good time for us to stall!" Dong Xiaoying ordered two children, these two were born at a good time!

The family got together and set the charter of the production team, not only the charter of the production team, but also the modern management mechanism, and also thought about how to divide the shareholding system after development.

After discussing, Fang Mingyuan went to the patriarch and uncle to discuss, what to do next, what to do, first make arrangements, he will go to Yan Hui City tomorrow, because there are blacksmiths in Yan Hui City, and farming tools are cheap over there.

Dong Xiaoying will take the money shopkeeper and stuffy man to Leping City tomorrow, because only Leping City has the lowest salt price.

Then wait for the big set, let's collect cotton on the set, don't buy pots and jars, and collect what each family doesn't use on the set......

The patriarch and the clan uncle have no opinion, why do you arrange for us to do it!

I thought the three of them could give some advice! Fang Mingyuan was completely speechless, it seemed that he was really going to implement the production team.

"Okay, let's be busy settling down in the past few days, and we'll have a meeting to make a charter in three days."

The sun went to the west mountain, and the old ladies gathered to drag the grain bags and set up pots for cooking. The women were still busy weeding, the eldest girl took a group of sisters and began to build boards in the manhole, and Chang'an consciously sat by the fire and drew pictures.

Boring and Fang Mingcai came back against a piece of wood, Fang Mingjiang consciously rummaged through the tools, let's work! There are only two carpenters in the whole village, and Fang Mingzong is still the kind that has not been a teacher.

The old ladies shouted: "Mingjiang! Hurry up and make wooden barrels, wooden pots, we can't eat on the pot all the time. ”

The eldest brother shouted: "Mingjiang, make a ladder first, we can't go down to the cellar without a ladder, and the grain must be put in the cellar." ”

The woman shouted, "Put a wooden door on the ground." ”

Fang Mingyuan looked at his son's pitiful appearance, and said to Fang Mingjiang, "Make a small table." ”

Dong Xiaoying shouted at Fang Mingjiang: "Brother Mingjiang, come and press the camp gate." ”

Fang Mingjiang thought to himself, why should I owe, why do I consciously saw wood and broken boards, how good it is to demolish the house.

Zhao Quanyou consciously came over with the guy, "I'll help you, I'm also a carpenter." ”

That's right! When the village told Ming Quan about his marriage, the matchmaker said that Zhao's brother was a carpenter, and he had no leisure all year round, and the Zhao family could give a dowry. I heard that the furniture of the Zhao family was beaten by his eldest brother.

Fang Mingyuan and the patriarch, the two clan uncles walked all the way, talking all the way.

"Don't sit idle except the grass, weave the straw curtains. One well has been dug out, and there are three wells left, and the time to dig it out is also available. ”

The fourth uncle said: "In addition to the grass where we live, we also need to weed the other side of the field!" People said that they should plant quickly, otherwise the year's harvest will be over. ”

The third uncle was worried: "Only wheat seeds were given? The wasteland is not a wasteland, there is no harvest! We have to raise the land. ”

The patriarch was also worried: "What do you use to raise the land?" There's no fertilizer! ”

Wasteland is generally planted with beans for two years, and then turned deep with farm manure, and the soil in the field is slowly moistened to black, so that good crops can be grown.

Not now! Hundreds of people were waiting for food, and the food for the relocated households was only distributed for half a year, and they had no time to nourish the fields.

"In front, behind the houses of the row of merchants, a thatched hut was surrounded by a straw curtain and a few deep pits were dug.

When the market came, those who had livestock were brought to one place, and we sent a few people to watch and feed water, and those who brought forage were, we fed the fodder, and left the dung of the cattle and stored it in the pit. ”

Fang Mingyuan felt that life was really sad, it was too difficult, look, the manure of the livestock had to be calculated and saved.