It's lively when there are more people working hard.

Three-five-one strings are used to hook the basket of soil with a flat pole to carry the soil.

Dozens of bricks were passed into the cake room.

This shout, outside, live some mud, carry a basket of dirt in, it's useless.

That one shouted, Fusheng, where is this brick stove? You can quickly take a look, whether it is a ride next to each other, or a circle ride.

And Song Fucai is leading his "subordinates" to break the wooden board outside the cake shop. Outside, there was a fire burning in the light of a homemade charcoal counting in his ear.

There are also men who scold children, mainly when they turn around, they almost knock over their sons, and they don't know when the stinky boy will come running: "If you don't go home and sleep, come here to join in the fun, you are indispensable." You don't have to worry about it, stump, and when you break the eggs, I'll give you the skin. ”

Grandpa Song smiled and smoked the cigarette bag pot, and from time to time instructed a few young women who were boiling water, asking them to go and get a few more rice bowls, and when the big guy was tired, he could have a mouthful of hot water to drink.

Someone shouted Li Xiu, your son is at home, and he is crying out for you in a daze.

Li Xiu then carried the water, disapproving, what are you crying, howl, it's okay.

The woman who shouted Li Xiu said, "It's no, who uses you to come and work?" Go back and coax the baby to go, add to the chaos.

Everyone's attitude towards Li Xiu is really okay now, it's really good.

I thought that Li Xiu would take a two-year-old child by himself, and Li Xiu would work day by day, and he would be able to have a little free before going to bed at night.

A home, just settled, there are a lot of chores at home. Sewing and mending, washing and washing, making cotton clothes, fetching water, pouring water, cleaning up the house, even the kang is all up to Li Xiu alone, she really doesn't need her to help, she can give herself a little bit of clarity.

Li Xiu put down the bucket, "This is boiling, but it can't be used for living mud, then I'll go." After saying that, he hurried home in a panic.

A lot of people not only work lively, but the most important thing is that more people work faster.

The brick in your hand goes up, and the brick in his hand comes up. You have a piece of him, and someone will carry it over immediately when there is a lack of mud.

What's the job of building a few ovens? That's fine.

In the original words of the high butcher, belching my mother, it would be great if we could have these green bricks, look at how rare these bricks are, but it is better than us trying to make adobes. If we can buy green bricks, we can live in a brick house now. I was wrong at the beginning, I should have taken the fat girl and Mi Shou around, and I couldn't really buy bricks.

Song Fugui smiled and took over: "I don't dare to build a brick when I buy it, it costs money." If only anyone could give us bricks for nothing, let's not talk about brick houses, we can build a circle around the mountain. ”

Someone immediately chimed in: Well, it would be better if it was spring, and it wouldn't be a hassle to cover it.

Indeed, if it is spring, then provide green bricks, so that Ke Jin can use the kind that does not cost money, let alone live in a bungalow, it is not good to build a building with a grit of teeth at the moment, and every family can build a restaurant to live.

Grandpa Song laughed and scolded, and even thought about beautiful things, and went back to sleep, and there was everything in his dreams.

The strong men who built the stove left, but Mrs. Ma still didn't sleep.

To be precise, it should be that the old ladies are not sleeping.

Her sisters and sisters played, and even her sister-in-law also came.

What are you doing?

In Mrs. Ma's words, our house is for food, you look at this house and let them build it, build a few stoves to make the ground full of mud, bury it very much, and have to pick it up.

Old ladies, you pick up this, I'll tidy it up, obviously it looks like a small side house that is about to collapse on the outside, but the inside is very regular.

The stack of firewood is neater than the futon at home.

Several fireplaces were burning overnight, and the house was very warm.

Before Mrs. Ma left with her sisters and sisters, she instructed her second son: "Second child, don't just bury your head in making a table, from time to time go into the house to take a look at those stoves, and the new ones have to take a look, the bricks and mud are a little wet, you have to dry them and bake them to use tomorrow, you add some firewood, don't delay my use." ”

"Got it, mother."

"The table is made, put it in the middle, tidy up and put it there, or we will clean up the house in vain. Tian Chai also pay attention, don't drop it all over the ground, or we will sweep it in vain. Okay, don't forget to lock your head before you go to bed. ”

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At seven o'clock in the morning, Song Fusheng turned back to his home from the chili base.

Qian Peiying was sitting on the kang, using her lame sewing skills to make mattresses.

Qian Mishou was lying on the side of the kang, holding a thread in one small hand and a needle in the other, seriously helping his aunt thread the needle.

Hearing the movement from the door, Xiaowa immediately turned around and shushed Song Fusheng, who had just entered the house.

Song Fusheng glanced at the side of the fire wall, how much work he had done this morning, and his daughter was still asleep.

I went to the stove room to take a look, and the cauldron was covered with the noodles that the old lady cooked for her daughter before leaving.

The noodles have long since collapsed.

Ask Mi Shou with a breath, do you want to eat? Mi Shou shook his head.

looked at Qian Peiying again, Qian Peiying didn't bother to take care of him.

Song Fusheng took out the noodles and snorted and ate them. In this belly, there is really a lack of oil, and I am hungry as much as I eat, and I feel like I can eat two catties of rice at any time.

Since the girl hasn't gotten up yet, he'll eat it.

Subsequently, Song Fusheng took the key to the cake room from his daughter's pillow, entered the cake room, took out his family's food from the space and put it on the table, the fruit is fruit, the potato chips are potato chips, and the sauce beef, thinking: After a while, I will give a bowl of hot milk to drink, and let the girl deal with it. Then he put the whisk and locked the door.

Returning the cake room key to his daughter's pillow, Song Fusheng went out to work.

At half past nine in the morning, the little girl on the kang finally opened her misty eyes, and Song Fuling yawned and said, "Ah, I have to get up, I have to work hard, alas, no matter how hard I work, I have to persevere." ”

Qian Peiying, who was across the wall of fire, rolled her eyes, Mi Shou went out to collect firewood, and you slept until this time.

Song Fuling was very unconscious, her face was pink from sleep, and she was still persuading herself when she sat up, she had to give herself the courage to get up.

I don't know if I'm talking to Qian Peiying or talking to myself:

"Actually, my medicine has already arrived, and I will earn another three or five taels of silver, and I think it is enough to buy medicine.

But, my grandmother has already spent almost seven taels of silver, seven taels, that's my grandmother's life, her old capital.

Therefore, I have to hold on for at least a month, making more than one or two a day, and I have to let her come back and earn another ten taels or twenty taels.

Well, I have to work for a month.

Ah, I have to work for a month! ”

Qian Peiying didn't say a word, but couldn't hold back her laughter while sewing the quilt.

Song Fuling washed her face before asking her mother, "Where is my milk, has she ever been here?" ”

"I've been here, and I've sent you a bowl of boiled noodles in salted water for your dad to eat. Your grandmother and your aunt had already left, saying that they were pushing a cart to get the steamer, and seeing that you didn't have many cakes and eggs, they said that they would buy some eggs and come back. ”

"Oh." Song Fuling brushed her teeth and nodded.

When she cleaned up, while there was no one at home, she put on a mask on her little face, and washed her face again and wiped the big red bottle of the small light bulb, and when the cream and the hydration came out, it was already noon.

That's it, and while walking, I drank hot milk from the thermos pot.

The little babies raised the firewood in their hands in the distance and shouted: "Sister Fat Girl." ”

Sister Fat also responded enthusiastically: "Good morning." ”

Using the key tied around her neck to open the cake room, Song Fuling was smiling and stood at the door stunned.

For one night, there is a table here, and a stove is needed. There is a table for setting up a steamer, a table for her operation and noodles, and even a small bench for burning wood. And the fireplace is burning all the time, and it's not cold in the house.

And Dad set breakfast for her.

Grandma put the milk she would use on the table. At first glance, I got up early and called back.

Song Fuling thought to herself:

Song Fuling, are you embarrassed not to do it?

Today, you've got to work here for ten hours, seven stoves together, and you've got to bake 46 pots.

In this way, you will be able to have a buffer in case you are lazy.

When a writer writes a book and writes it in advance, it is called saving the manuscript. If you are lazy and take it out, you won't break the change.

You make the cake and make it in advance, which is called pot storage. If you are lazy and take it out, it will not be out of stock.

Well, Song Poria applauded herself, inserted the door backwards, and started work.