In front of a thatched house, Song Fuxi, a temporary carpenter, led his servants to measure the wood with an ink bucket.

At the moment, those who are anxiously waiting for him to come out are:

Gotta make wood shelves in the cellar.

You must know that winter storage vegetables are not just thrown into the cellar. It's all piled together, can't it be rotten? You have to make a simple wooden shelf and put it in the cellar first, use wooden boards and stones to erect it, and put it on top layer by layer for winter storage.

Then this is not Song Fugui in the village to recycle the vat and jar, to pickle sauerkraut, to pickle radish strips and pickles, Song Fuxi, as a carpenter, has to make wooden lids and curtains for the mouth of the sauerkraut jar and pickle jar. If you don't cover it, you can't do it, in case the rat gets into the sauerkraut jar.

This is all a hurried job, and in half an hour, he must do it in a hurry.

Children run in groups from the side of the mountain back to the thatched hut, and then from the thatched hut to the side of the mountain.

The great-granddaughter of Grandpa Song's family, Yaya, also ran back and forth, two small bags of Baotou, one of which was scattered, and the cloak was scattered.

The little ones were busy picking up stones at home.

Because Mrs. Ma said that you have to pick up some stones, one is to put them in the cellar, and also to put them together with the wooden board to store vegetables for winter, on the other hand, you have to have big stones, and when you pickle the sauerkraut and pickles later, you must press them with stones.

Although the big rocks and the little babies can't move them, they can be responsible for finding them, finding them and calling people, anyway, they can't do anything else, they are idle, run and play.

Some babies will be grabbed by the neck collar by the old lady from time to time.

When the mother pulled out a rag towel from her waist that was not clean, grabbed the baby, and the cloth towel shook the baby's face: "Blow your nose, blow it, blow it hard." ”

After wiping the snot, let the baby go, let it go, and then let it run, and instructed behind him: "No, come back empty-handed, if you can't find a stone, just drag the hay back." ”

The older girls are doing everything at this time.

There are those who go to the ground with Grandpa Song to plow the land.

That's right, after Grandpa Song and Uncle Song finished planting the four hundred catties of garlic, they took a breath for a while, and then went to plow the land in the remaining three nests.

No, the cattle shopkeeper had already set off with six strong laborers and pushed away seven carts.

There is no need to buy grain for the time being, in fact, coarse grain still has to be bought for a few thousand catties, after all, how can anyone eat fine grain every day, he can't live like that, in Grandpa Song's heart, he is not like that.

But the bridge is broken, and the transportation is inconvenient at the moment, so you can buy it in a hurry.

Therefore, only seven carts were sent out to buy coarse-grained salt and fine salt that were urgently needed, and there was surplus money in their pockets to buy more salt to prevent future troubles. In addition to buying salt, this time I bought all garlic. Seven rider trolleys are almost full.

Before the garlic is bought, the land is ploughed out.

There are also some girls' families who still keep weaving straw mats in the house. Because straw mats will be used on every kang, otherwise what will be spread on the kang? The third uncle said that double-layer or even three-layer straw mats are also needed on the greenhouse, and they must be built to the roof when the time comes. There is a lot of demand, and they have to make more.

It was Song Yinfeng who was guarding these girls.

Song Yinfeng was sitting on the straw mat at this time, holding needles and threads, fabrics, and cotton in his hands, making cotton jackets and pants for Qian Mishou.

After finishing it, she also had to make a cotton pants for Song Jinbao, a cotton coat for her second nephew, a pair of cotton shoes for her third brother, and a pair of cotton shoes for her eldest brother Song Fucai, all of which were arranged by Mrs. Ma.

The cotton was brought back by Song Fusheng, ten catties of new cotton.

When I got home yesterday, once I took it out, all the women were envious, and it was rare.

You must know that cotton is not produced in the north, and cotton is extremely expensive, so Song Yinfeng is eager to break cotton into eight petals, because she wants to save some cotton for Mrs. Ma and her mother-in-law, Mrs. Tian, and make a pair of cotton shoes to wear. After all, your feet are cold, your whole body is cold, and it's useless to wear it no matter how hot it is.

In the courtyard, a group of people came back from time to time.

There are little babies running back and forth.

There are Da Lang and Gao Tietou who come back from picking up mountains and soil, and they can basically go once in an hour.

There were more than 40 strong men, lined up in a long line, one after the other, tired and sweaty and came back from the mountain carrying wood.

Every time I come back with a log, the yard is lively, and I have to answer it, and I have to give hot water to these people who do heavy work.

Qian Peiying didn't care about others, she just took care of Sizhuang.

And in Qian Peiying's opinion, those strong men, three of them are no match for one of the four strong men in her family.

You see, you see, everyone else is two people carrying a thick tree trunk down the mountain, her family is four strong, one person carries a tree, far ahead of the front, we don't know how he did it.

Qian Peiying now likes Si Zhuang more and more.

To what extent do you like it, not only do she hand water and towels to wipe her sweat, but she stared at Si Zhuang who was sitting there resting, and somehow thought about it a lot today.

Qian Peiying thought to herself:

If it was really a lifetime in ancient times, her daughter was going to find a partner.

Don't say it's not looking, dare to be an old girl at home, she can't let the first one.

That's not, in modern times, if you don't find a partner at a certain age, others have to pay attention to two sentences, not to mention ancient times, and the spitting star here has to drown her daughter.

Therefore, it is still early for people to get married here, if they reach the age, what kind of girl will they find when the time comes, Qian Peiying thinks, well, just find a four-strong like this.

It's best to be a son-in-law for her family and live with them, even if that kid is very poor, not afraid of poverty, the two children will have no money to spend at that time, she and Lao Song will give it. Buy what you don't have.

She doesn't ask her future son-in-law for anything else, as long as she doesn't let her daughter work, her son-in-law can take care of the work, and her daughter will lie down on the kang to eat and drink when the time comes, and she won't be picky.

After all, the young man has to be more energetic, after all, you are poor and you are not handsome, so what do you want to do, isn't it? Besides, she is handsome and eye-catching, she has to be tall, don't affect the height of the next generation, and she has to be good to her daughter, if you can't find a junior, it's best to be a son-in-law like this.

The more Qian Peiying thought about it, the more she felt that as far as her requirements for her son-in-law were concerned, this was not tailor-made for Sizhuang.

It's a pity, alas, it's a pity, the four Zhuang can't speak, so the four Zhuang have to be excluded. Tsk, I'm blind, otherwise the four strong will be hit.

Qian Peiying's thoughts, not to mention whether Song Fusheng and Song Fuling can agree, in fact, if Sizhuang knew, Sizhuang would not agree in the first place.

Because in Sizhuang's heart, one, Song Fuling is the master, the little lady, I dare not think about it, I can't climb high, it's impossible. Second, even if others tell him that he must climb high, he will not agree, he does not like it.

Yes, he doesn't like Song Ling's type.

Before he escaped from the famine and had no accident, Sizhuang came to find his daughter-in-law.

The ideal type in his heart is a plump girl who is 120 pounds or higher.

He is a rare chubby girl, it would be better if he could be fat to 130 pounds, with a big ass and a round face, and only such a long face is called energetic.

After the four strong men carried the wood on their backs, they set off up the mountain again.

In front of the thatched house, everyone is busy in an orderly manner at this time.

In addition to the above busy scenes, there are more than a dozen women sitting in the courtyard, with straw mats under their buttocks, a cutting board made of large tree roots in front of them, and a basket of radishes at each person's feet.

These dozen women, holding kitchen knives together, are chopping radish strips and pickling pickles.

The voice was very crisp and powerful.

There were three thatched huts behind him, and the newly built kang had also burned at this time.

A large kang newly smeared with sand and mud, the soil is smeared very evenly with a mud board, and the smoothness is smooth, and the kang surface is surging up with hot air and moisture.

As soon as you enter the house, sniff vigorously with your nose.

The smell of fresh earth burned by the new kang is very choking for those who don't like to smell it, and those who love to smell it will feel that they can't smell enough, and they can't wait to squat next to it and keep sniffing their noses.

Song Fuling belongs to the kind of person who loves to smell, and Qian Mishou belongs to the kind of person who doesn't like it.

The little baby sniffed her nose and frowned, and said in a milky voice: "Sister, it doesn't smell good, let's go out quickly." ”

Song Fusheng sent the vat back, and listened to the old lady say like a joke that his daughter loved to smell the smell of the newly burned kang, and he sighed in his heart.

It can be seen that his original body is unqualified as a father.

The girl is lacking something in her body, lacking something like zinc, sodium, iron, etc., which he can't understand anyway.

Just like some children are also lacking in their bodies, they love to smell the exhaust fumes coming from motorcycles. The motorcycles have run far away, and they are still squatting there to smell, or they like to smell gasoline, which is a lack of things in the body.

In the modern fifties and sixties, sixties and seventies, such symptoms are also obvious, Song Fusheng loved to pick the mud wall to eat in his mouth when he was a child, and cut out a big hole in the mud wall when he could eat, because at that time he ate a single ah, and the body lacked nutrition.

Therefore, the body of the fat girl in ancient times, in Song Fusheng's view, specified something that was missing in terms of eating.

If you look at his family's rice longevity, there is no shortage. Don't look at the past two months, it's not good to toss Mi Shou thin, but the foundation is good and the nutrition is enough.

Song Fusheng began to think about buying a big cow in his heart again.

I have to let my daughter eat well, and I have to make up for my daughter.

The vitamins in the space have to be told to let the girl and daughter-in-law eat it every day. Don't forget. Why don't you eat the things that can be conjured up after eating, right? The cheapness of space must be taken.

In addition, after earning money, I really have to buy a big cow, so that my daughter and Mi Shou can drink fresh milk in the morning and evening, and I have finished deducting the peppers planted in the greenhouse and the garlic in the nest, plus the winter storage cabbage, which is a fresh dish, and I have to fry it every day for my daughter in the future.

Pine nuts shouldn't have been sold, Song Fusheng regretted it, it belonged to nuts, alas.

Forget it, when he goes to the town again, he will buy some almonds and walnuts for his daughter and Mi Shou, and some black sesame seeds. Look at the girl's two little braids are withered and her hair is yellow, and when the time comes, cook the child and milk and drink. Mi Shou also has to be made up, thin like that, in case he doesn't grow taller in the future, how can he fix it.

Anyway, the big pot of rice is open-faced, and those who don't have money eat it together.

Like him, who has money, he is willing to make a small stove alone, and he doesn't eat the public's, and when his own kang is finished, the house is cleaned up, and his family will not participate in the big pot of rice.

Song Fusheng had already thought about it, he would rather suffer a loss than take up the rations, and he had to eat and drink well for his family.

What is the purpose of making money like this, isn't it just to keep the child from sinning?

Song Fuling didn't know her father, just because she loved to smell the smell of the earthy smell of the burning kang, she made his father feel distressed.

Qian Peiying called her daughter, "Do you learn to pickle cabbage?" I just said I wanted to help, but I disappeared after a while. ”

"Learn, learn, learn." Song Fuling came running from a distance.

Mrs. Ma also waved and shouted with disgust: "Fat girl, don't you want to see pickles?" Do you learn how to pickle pickles? ”

After shouting, he muttered to Mrs. Wang, such a big girl, she can't do anything. We don't know how the Qian family teaches it on weekdays, how to fix it if you marry in the future. If people know that she won't, what can they do if they quit again.

Before Mrs. Wang could reply, Song Fusheng's eldest aunt took over.

The eldest aunt said: As far as our group of people know that the fat girl can't do anything, who can talk about it outside. Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, who can know who is married? When you get married, the other party will have to bear it at that time.

Why does that sound so awkward?

Mrs. Ma wants to fight with her sister-in-law again.

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