Song Fusheng shook the torch in his hand, and pointed to a dilapidated house on the far side, next to the broken house of the prince's mother-in-law's house, a big house that was even more broken than the greenhouse he had to build, and said to Song Fuxi:

"Second brother, your task is very heavy, you have to take those brothers who learned carpentry with you, and after finishing the current work, you have to make tables and stools, and the rest of us are cleaning this house."

Song Fuxi glanced at the dilapidated house that was about to be blown down by a gust of wind, "How much do you do?" ”

Song Fu said of course: "Make enough tables and chairs for these people to eat." ”

Song Fuxi: "......"

He? Coupled with the work he is doing now, and making these tables and chairs, he has to work until the end of the New Year.

Song Fuxi regretted it, so he shouldn't have let the public spend a dozen taels of silver to buy those guys who worked carpentry. He could already imagine that when he finished making tables and chairs, he would have to help each family make cabinets, kang tables, etc.

"Can't you just go home? Squatting can also eat. ”

Song Fusheng walked forward, illuminated with torches, thinking about how much adobe the house needed and how to repair it, and replied that he couldn't.

Because we have to have our own canteen. When the time comes, they eat, and when they don't eat, the children have to sit here to read and learn to make plans. It's not just a cafeteria, it's also a school.

Song Fusheng walked a few meters away, felt that there was no one behind him, looked back, and found that everyone was stunned to look at him.

"What's going on?"

Boss Guo's eyes widened, and he said excitedly: "Fusheng, can my baby read and write?" ”

Mrs. Wang also raised her voice and asked, can my garlic seedlings read and write? Can you read and write well and take the test for children?

Not to mention those families who are already looking forward to their children's literacy, even Li Xiu is holding her two-year-old son, she is also excited, hugging her son is not like holding her son, it is like holding hope. I can read.

Who teaches?

Song Fusheng said that it was naturally me, and the cattle shopkeeper taught them to plan the plate.

Grandpa stretched out his trembling hand and waved it again, forcibly suppressing the heart of looking forward to the future of his descendants, "No, it's time to delay Fusheng's own examination." ”

Song Fusheng said that no matter where he took the exam, he didn't know what year it would be.

said that he wrote a few big characters in front of him every day, taught the children to read, and let them write, and then he should do what he should do, without delay. The cattle shopkeeper is responsible for teaching the children to plan and recognize the money, and the main thing is that the cattle shopkeeper is busy.

Song Fusheng forgot at the moment that he had a daughter named Song Fuling, although she was illiterate at the moment, she was a graduate student, and her compulsory education in those years was dedicated to studying how to get high scores in exams.

And his daughter is still in a hurry to get out of the illiterate ranks.

People still have to use their pocket money to buy books.

How could it be that he could just teach a few big characters every day and finish copying.

Forgot, forgot about Song Poria, Song Fusheng dug a pit for himself again.

"No delay?"

Song Fusheng waved his hand and said without delay.

With a wave of his hand, everyone went to Song Fuxi to work hard, and also instructed those who learned the craft with Song Fuxi: "Fuxi, you hold on tightly, and beat out the tables and chairs in the cafeteria. You don't have a squeak. ”

Several men also responded with torches: "Lack of wood, starting tomorrow, we will go to the mountains every day to cut wood and carry it down." ”

Even Song Fuxi's mother-in-law, Zhu Shi, said: "His father, after making tables and chairs earlier, we Jinbao can also learn to read and write, and in the future, we will be like his third uncle, and we will be looked down upon wherever we go." ”

Yes, for the sake of the babies who are not like them, they should be blind and willing to die of exhaustion.

"Medium, don't worry."

Song Fusheng also nodded in agreement: "It's more to cut down the wood and carry it down, one is for our winter fire, and the other is that in addition to planting garlic and yellow seeds, we also have to pour out manpower to pick up a big yard as soon as possible, sharpen the tip of the wood, and make a fence yard for these houses to fence." ”

Everyone is more obedient, one by one, back, back wood, planting will not be delayed, while the sky is not freezing, they decided to light a fire in the future and work outside until midnight, less than half the night without squinting.

Someone else laughed and said that he wanted to go up to work in the mountains now. The fence yard is very important, fence it up, no matter what beasts come down from the mountain, it can also block it.

Song Fugui said yes, otherwise the wolf would be able to go to the kang as soon as he poked our window paper.

Let his hypothesis give everyone a bad diaphragm, provoking several old ladies to scold him.

Therefore, it is just a plan to tell us how to proceed step by step in the future, and Song Fusheng said for more than an hour.

In addition, he had to check how much of the adobe had dried.

It was found that the first batch of drying could be built enough for three kangs, and a few strong laborers were arranged to hurry up to build the kang tomorrow morning.

If you can put the kang out early tomorrow, burn it for a day, don't stop the fire until midnight, although the surface of the kang will still be a little damp, but it is estimated that the straw mat will also lie on it to deal with sleep.

In this way, there can be five large kang for everyone to sleep at night, and dry adobe during the day, which will be faster.

Song Fusheng went into a house that was specially stacked with sand and mud by the river and inspected it.

The sand by the river was picked up for wiping the kang.

Use sand to live the top layer of the kang to wipe the top layer, the kang is smooth and smooth. So he instructed everyone to pick up sand yesterday for the purpose of building a new kang in the future.

As for the soil, the soil is the soil that everyone dug up from the mountains today.

These soils are used by Song Fusheng to grow garlic and chili peppers.

The soil piled on the floor of the room is the soil under the roots of the tree, and this kind of soil is relatively strong, and it is easy to survive when you plant anything. Pick it out in advance and put it in the empty house slowly, after all, it's November, I'm afraid the soil will still be a little freezing.

Finding that the soil was not enough, Song Fusheng told Da Lang again that they should stop burning charcoal tomorrow.

Let children over the age of eight and under fourteen, this age group tomorrow be responsible for burning charcoal.

Like Da Lang and Tietou, a few of you who are over fourteen years old and under seventeen years old, tomorrow you will use a basket of soil to pick up the soil. This bit of soil is not enough to do anything.

In the end, he held a torch and led a few good farmers, who were older and had more active brains, like his uncle and Lizheng, and went down to the cellar in the style of the nest.

Song Fusheng humbly asked, his farming level is relatively average, and asked these veterans, these cellars, let's remove the place where the fire wall is built, how many catties of garlic can be planted. At the moment, he only bought 400 catties of garlic, all of which are full, so how much garlic do we need to buy.

Here I have to mention why we build a wall of fire.

Because Song Fusheng was afraid that the cold winter would hit, even in the cellar, the temperature could not be kept above seventeen or eight degrees, and he was afraid of this kind of eventuality, so Song Fusheng decided that when the adobe was enough to build a kang and then dry, he would use it to build a fire wall in the nest. If it's really cold, you can burn the fire wall by hand to keep the temperature in the nest in the ground balanced.

Song Fusheng's uncle and Song Grandpa looked at each other, and studied with a few old farmers, and finally gave the answer, saying that they could roughly grow 17,800 catties of garlic.

Song Fusheng immediately calculated in his heart:

Garlic is not planted, it is finished when it is harvested, it is a stubble that is cut, let it grow, and another stubble can be harvested.

If you get it and serve them well, you can harvest three stubbles of garlic, and you can harvest it almost once in more than 20 days. Calculate the time, and it can be sold until around the New Year, around the fifteenth day of the first month.

If you want to get it, you want it, it's a good deal.

Buy, buy a 2,000 catties of garlic, it is estimated that you have to go to several counties to buy it.