Song Fusheng smacked hot rice and soup, and after being fed a few mouthfuls of pickle strips by Mi Shou, he called the eldest brother and the second brother after drinking half a scoop of water, as well as a few other strong laborers, and he began to work overnight to pour out the empty house for his daughter.

In fact, this is private work, and the day's work has been done, but no one thinks so.

A number of men who were not named also chewed rice in their mouths, and before they could swallow the last bite of food, they stood up, tightened the hemp rope on their bodies and tied cotton pants, and hurriedly followed.

Dozens of men, with their hands and feet, poured out the house that had originally stored charcoal in the blink of an eye.

Where to put the charcoal, I wanted to put it with the broken house where the firewood was piled up.

But they cut a lot of firewood, guarding the mountains and cutting wood to burn charcoal, and the amount of charcoal is also a lot, and it is still in storage, and it will indeed be crowded in a room.

Li Xiu hugged her treasure, and suddenly shouted at the people who worked: "Put the charcoal in my house, that house is not inhabited, I think the house is quite big, and we don't go through the door." ”

Song Fusheng glanced at the other crooked and dilapidated houses, put them in those rooms, not afraid of snow covering the firewood and charcoal, what he was afraid of was that whoever went in to hold firewood one day, and the wall suddenly collapsed to press inside, it was indeed too high-risk, high-risk house.

Out of this consideration, he listened to Li Xiu's suggestion and turned the charcoal to Li Xiu's house.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Song Fuling was in the empty room that was poured out, holding a torch to illuminate her father.

Song Fusheng used a long wooden square of moderate height on the roof of the shed, and replied when he heard the words: "Load-bearing, I'm afraid that the wall will collapse, so I stick to the wall and put a few pieces of wood on the oblique support, and the wall can't fall to this side." ”

Song Fuling was a little scared, worried that she would be making cakes one day, and the earthen wall would fall down again, and then she would be exposed to the open air, and then she would hold a whisk in her hand and appear between heaven and earth, and appear in everyone's sight.

It is estimated that when that scene really appears, a cold wind will blow above her head.

"Does a stick work?"

"Then who is useful or useless," how irresponsible this replied.

Just when the two of them asked and answered, Qian Peiying also came with Mi Shou in her arms.

"Why don't you go home and rest? What are you doing here? ”

The home was occupied.

"Huh?"

That's right, the home was occupied at this time.

The four strong and the cow shopkeeper didn't go home.

Because Mrs. Ma was at the house of her third son, she held the first old aunt meeting.

The meeting was attended by the following:

Including Mrs. Ma, including the eldest daughter-in-law of Grandpa Song's family, anyway, it is the group of people who cook, and among the big guys, they are also the eight oldest old women, all sitting cross-legged on the kang of Song Fusheng's house.

Eight old women, with a lot in common:

First, the brain is simple, and if you identify the goal, you will have a tendon, don't reason with them, it's useless.

Second, they are already poor, they are all self-made, and those who are naturally barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes.

Third, the family didn't dare to care about them, they were in charge of what they said.

In addition, the main common denominator is: lack of money, urgent need to earn money, and the greatest wish to live is to hold a lot of money in hand. If you can sleep in the money, I think that even if I die like that, I think this kind of death is very enjoyable.

So, they can do whatever they want.

Mrs. Ma sat on top and confirmed again: "Don't listen to me say that you can sell a pot of cakes to earn seven yuan, you will have a hot brain, think about it first, how many pots can you push in a day, are you sure you can push dozens of pots a day?" ”

"We can."

"Are you sure you really want to do it with me? Don't you do it with me?

After all, my son's work is something that death can give you.

It's not nice to say, if you have a headache and brain fever one day, you really can't get up and can't cook, he can also give you money.

But here, there is no such good thing, don't have a relationship with me, it's useless to talk ugly about it. That's what I eat, too. ”

"The money for death is small, and you will be given as much as you do here.

Sell a pot and give us 7 dollars.

One day, the two of us can push a cart together, and the two of us can push out more than 20 pots at worst, that is, the worst two of us can get more than 100 silver coins a day.

One point for the two of us, at least sixty or seventy dollars a day.

If you do it for a full term, one person is more than one or two pieces of silver. ”

Mrs. Wang pulled her fingers and said at the same time, calculating this account clearly.

As soon as she finished speaking, the room felt hot, and the atmosphere was completely ignited.

The seven mothers-in-law said in unison: "We can still do it." ”

Mrs. Guo not only shouted that we can still do it, but also complained:

"Sister Ma, how many times have we said it, why are you still grinding. When we escaped from the famine, how far we went in a day, others don't know, don't you know? A few of us were not wastes at the time, not only did we not fall behind, but we didn't have animals to pull our feet behind, which one didn't help our children push the cart? ”

Mrs. Ma slapped her face on the kang mat: "Okay." ”