Song Fusheng is a busy and busy person.

It's busier when you get home than when you don't.

Because:

Please lead the inspection.

Standing in the courtyard of Patriarch Ren Eugene's house.

Song Fusheng looked at the newly opened large warehouse, and saw that this warehouse had new rules.

It was covered with ridge tiles, and the freshly beaten grass was spread on the roof to prevent it from leaking rain or being crushed by snow, and the group built two high-barrel stoves in the middle of the desks.

Long desks.

Song Fusheng turned around and grabbed Ren Eugene's hand.

Ren Eugene was also very excited.

He didn't understand what the handshake meant, but he and Song Fusheng held it tightly and shook it together.

In fact, since he taught the children again, he feels that he has come back to life, and he looks forward to listening to the students read aloud every day.

Leaving Ren Eugene's house, Song Fusheng, accompanied by the villagers, went to several places.

The villagers stopped working, didn't go home and didn't cook, they just laughed and walked along.

"Has this shed for boiling milk and tofu been rebuilt?"

"The head of the regiment has good eyesight, and he has re-built it, or he will rain inside."

"What's that pile that high? How to build a thatched hut again. ”

"That's the firewood in our village. It's going to be a light snow day again, unlike where you live near the mountains, and the village is far away, so we all work together, and at the time of the autumn harvest, we will draw some branches and dry leaves. Public, then these boiled milk and tofu, in case of winter, who does not have enough firewood, will come to fetch. ”

Song Fusheng smiled and nodded.

Walking along the river, passing by the big white fat girl's house, her mother-in-law smiled with a wrinkled face, and she had to invite Song Fusheng into her house to have a look.

What are you looking at, Song Fusheng looked at Ren Eugene in confusion.

Ren Eugene smiled and pointed to the door, "Go in and take a look?" ”

"Leader, many of the beans you have harvested this year are in my house, and you have negotiated with your mother, look at it, there are piles here."

The mother-in-law of the big white fat girl slammed her chest while talking again: "Don't worry, my sauce is fragrant." On the eighteenth day of the lunar month, the whole family will start to make sauce cubes, and the sauce will be made on April 18 of the next year, and the head of the regiment must not lack sauce to eat next year. I can eat it for a year. ”

"That's it?" The mother-in-law of the big white fat girl suddenly became a little embarrassed, and her voice became significantly lower: "You shouldn't be paid for sauce." ”

Talking about cooperation with the old lady? Mrs. Ma probably won't let you take too much advantage.

Song Fusheng didn't even ask how much he was paid, and said with a smile: "Auntie, it should be, put down the sauce cubes, and waste firewood with effort, then I'll wait, you bother." ”

"Huh? Well. ”

Song Fusheng walked out of the courtyard gate and walked forward.

Far away, he saw that the waterwheel was different.

I built a "home" for the water wheel. ”

This time, it was Uncle Ren who rushed to speak: "The hottest one, the boys have to go down to the river to cool off anyway." Simply, come back from the field and build this shed. The autumn harvest is over, and although we don't need this waterwheel now, we have to take care of it. This year is actually quite short of water. We don't have much to do in that land, but thanks to it, the wasteland is not bad. ”

"Yes." Song Fusheng stood in front of the waterwheel with his waist crossed.

"Yes, next year, the head of the regiment will take the time to clean up for us."

"Isn't that what I said a long time ago? Oh, good. ”

And Song Fusheng also took out two points of thought to himself: I can't let this big guy be idle, use the water power to make it sway, and do something more. Every year after the autumn harvest and before the river freezes, it cannot be left idle.

Walk along the canal.

Song Fusheng asked: "We built this ourselves, do we have to maintain it all the time?" "If you build a ditch surrounded by stones of different shapes, you can imagine that it will be washed away by the current.

"Check before finishing work every day, and re-open your mouth."

Song Fusheng nodded, if only it could be made like cement to be built and fixed, and this matter could be implemented before planting next year.

Looking at the land.

He could imagine the autumn harvest, and the busyness of these strong men who were not at home.

There are still a few plots of land on the mountain.

The villagers told him that he was not busy, not busy, and he looked like you could leave with confidence if you had something to do next year.

Frightened, Song Fugui covered his heart and said, "We're not leaving." ”

How can it not be busy?

Grandpa Song was puzzled, and pointed to the villagers with a smile, because everyone went into battle.

What kind of conscription?

Those who can't afford to be forced are here.

Those who can have the strength to help do it, they will help it for a while.

First, we are farmers, and we are reluctant to throw a grain of grain in the field, no matter whose family it is.

The second is that if you don't help these boys who are forced to work, then you have to keep working for these boys. In the end, who is distressed if you are tired? That's not the child of every family. You have to do it in the morning and finish it in the evening, and you can rest quickly when you're done.

The third is that Grandpa Song thinks that he is absolutely not sentimental, and the people in the village are so united to help everyone, it is also because they are interesting enough for this group.

Go outside and take a look, what kind of life are the people outside, right?

If you're not satisfied, we're really not used to you, and they know it.

In addition, Grandpa squeezed away the patriarch Ren and came to Song Fusheng's side, looking for and pulling his hand, my grandson Fusheng is not an ordinary person, the whole village knows it, and they all want to be friends with my grandson.

……

This end of the house.

Mrs. Ma, they have already returned.

Let me tell you, as long as there is a big or small affair in the family, the women are the busiest.

That's going to be cooking, that's going to have to be.

The happier I am, the busier I am, and I have more dishes.

Coming back alive is the greatest joy of all.

Mrs. Wang's eyes were red and swollen, and she felt sorry for the injuries of her sons, but her face was full of smiles, and it was better to come back alive than anything else.

shouted to the old sisters: "Zhongyu said, this is all medicine given by others, don't take the wrong portion, don't treat the buttocks, and then give it to the brain injury." ”

"Ah, this is rich, come on, give it to me, rich and noble don't have a mother, I'll boil medicine for him in the future."

Song Fugui's mother-in-law felt that she had endless strength all over her body, "Auntie doesn't need it, I'll boil it for him." ”

Qian Peiying and Song Fuling are also busy.

Song Poria was washing eggplants, and Qian Peiying urged: "Girl, just wash it twice, don't rub it," there are no pesticides here, let this child do some work like embroidery.

Ever since Song Lingling had seen dung, she thought, well, she cleared her throat: "Mother, I'll stew." "For the new learner, she wants her father to eat what she made.

"Mi Shou, what are you doing, go and get firewood."

Turning his head, Mi Shou called Song Jinbao:

"Brother Jinbao, go get firewood."

"Why am I going?"

"If you don't go, you're not filial."

Mi Shou is busy taking the dough noodles seriously, and he wants his uncle to eat the steamed buns he made himself.

Finally, finally, Song Fusheng walked to the gate of his house.

Qian Peiying smiled and said to Song Fuling: "Look, it's not easy for your father to enter the door, and he will be delayed by the wall for a while." ”

Today, the shopkeeper Qi who led the team to build the wall is not here, and he is busy in the city with the customization of the big iron gate.

But the workers are there.

As soon as Song Fusheng and his brothers appeared, the workers stopped working and looked at him.

The men and the backbone of the family are back.