At the beginning, Si Zhuang always had bad wounds, his mouth was white, his face was blue, and he was wilted and slipped away. The ability to work can only be equal to that of a cow shopkeeper.

Especially during the few days when he stayed on the mountain in his hometown, his sense of presence was extremely weak, and he was sometimes not seen in manual work such as setting up tents.

He was like a little beast silently licking his wounds.

Later, for some reason, after eating a few meals of anti-inflammatory drugs given by Song Fusheng, he got into the belly of the cow again, and the blood of the cow reappeared, he was not him anymore, he was ruthless.

Look, on a cold day, others are wearing cotton jackets to work, and Sizhuang is wearing the Armani half-sleeves given by Song Fusheng, and he is splitting wood shirtless.

Hearing everyone mention how capable he is, it would be an exaggeration to say a few words later, guessing that Sizhuang can not only pounce on chickens, but also pounce on wolves, Sizhuang quickly stopped the axe and looked back at Song Fusheng, the meaning in his eyes was obvious: Uncle, don't let me fight wolves, I can't beat wolves.

Song Fusheng arrived at his own home, and his anxious heart finally calmed down. Holding Mi Shou and looking at Sizhuang, I heard that everyone was not stupid and waited for hunger in the morning, and they ate meat, and finally showed a real smile in their eyes.

No matter how broken a home is, it is also a home.

Home is, after a busy day, you know where to go back.

It's not like when you run away from the famine, you just feel that there is no end.

People everywhere saw that the backbone of the main body had gone home, and they all talked about it and reported to Song Fusheng.

Boss Guo said: "Fusheng, the two kangs tonight can be hotter than last night." We ceased fire for more than half an hour, and took out the ashes of the chimneys in the two houses, and took out the old ones, which burned much better than last night, and it was very hot to touch the kang head. ”

Wang Zhongyu reported: "Third brother, we have gathered a total of 28 trees from the mountain and carried them down, and they are piled up there, you see." It was the second brother who said don't have a hard time, he was too busy, and the board was enough, so we didn't continue to carry it. You see, if it's not enough, let's go up the mountain tomorrow morning. ”

Song Fucai hurriedly answered, and the second brother mentioned by Wang Zhongyu was him.

He had to explain two sentences, not lazy, in fact, he was about to tire him out:

"Third brother, I took these people back and forth to break the board.

It's not that the second brother is lazy, it's that our guy is useless, just two long saws, how to change hands, there have to be guys?

Am I? You see, you see, it's really done. Although these dozens of boards are only enough for more than half of us to live, they are still not enough, but? Come on, I won't say anything, I won't sleep tonight, just keep working. ”

Song Fuxi was aggrieved.

He is a "carpenter" who can't be called a carpenter, and he doesn't even have a serious helper, and everyone else has to rely on him to teach him at the beginning, and the progress is extremely slow.

Then after breaking the sleeping board, you have to repair the door, and after repairing the door, you have to take time to get a ladder. Because you need a ladder to go down to the cellar, and you need a ladder to build grass on the roof, from time to time the old lady also shouts, second, repair the window frame, if you don't repair it, how to stick the window paper.

There is no need for Song Fuxi to be aggrieved, Song Fusheng has already seen that these houses are very different.

Compared to last night, there are no doors and no windows, it is really a gust of wind, it is miserable, whoever looks at it will never forget.

At present, the doors of several thatched houses have been installed and can be closed tightly.

The window paper that Da Lang brought back with the first car has also been pasted a lot.

It is estimated that the remaining houses are not muddled, it should be that his mother thinks that it is not muddled, wasteful, the kind of house that is too miserable to be overhauled, and it is not a matter of a day or two to repair it.

"Mother, don't be afraid of food, I didn't sleep all night last night, and I have to do such heavy work today, so everyone must be fed. Especially like my second brother, you have to be fed. ”

He specially called the high butcher, asked Song Fuxi and the high butcher to say that the necessary tools, and asked the high butcher to ask by the way when he went to the town to buy vegetables, and if it was not so expensive, he would buy it. Try to have as many half-finished hands as possible, otherwise just counting on his second brother to be a carpenter with tools will really be exhausting. Besides, the tools will be used in the future.

Mrs. Ma was in the thatched hut, and when she heard San'er ask her to cook more, she responded in a loud voice: "I know Le." ”

The old lady was so busy that she didn't go out of the house to take a look at San'er.

Not only the old lady, but also the women who love to chat on weekdays, basically don't go out to see the excitement, and they don't have time to ask questions.

In a few relatively regular thatched huts, it really fulfills the sentence: women can hold up half the sky.

Just look, those who are with mud, those who make adobe, those who smash grass to work in the mud, and those who use a big pot to burn kang and noodles to steam more than 200 people's dry food, and they are busy without raising their heads.

The two large fire kangs that could be burned were covered with adobe bricks.

Who's flipping? On the kang in one room is the male baby Song Jinbao, and in the other room is another eight-year-old boy, the youngest baby in Song Fugui's family, nicknamed Xiao Fuba. His elder brothers are Da Fu, 2 Fu, and 3 Fu.

Why aren't the women turning, because some of them are not doing manual work and making adobes, occasionally turning their hands upside down and swapping each other. Another group of women lay out wooden planks and sit on them weaving straw mats.

This grass is different from what they made up in their hometown in the past.

It's the grass that Ula grass is the grass that Qian Peiying summoned the women to bring back.

It is said that this grass is warm when it is a straw mat and a straw mat.

The women didn't even question it, they believed Qian Peiying very much, reason: Qian is Song Fusheng's daughter-in-law, so listen to her.

Including the half-grown girls such as the eldest girl and the second girl Peach Blossom, if the straw mats made up in several rooms are carefully counted, for most of the day, it has to be said that the time to remove the time for the grass to be laid in the cellar is regular, and the women have made hundreds of straw mats.

That's it, one by one, I'm still in a hurry.

He calculated for everyone, her second brother-in-law just hit the wooden board, and there was still not enough sleep on the board tonight, so everyone grabbed it and made it up more. When the time comes, let the men spread the straw mats on the ground, and you can also put a few more sheets, so as not to let the men get cold.

Just look, the charcoal pots in the six or seven thatched houses are also burning.

Although the new charcoal made by himself is ruthless, it can be warmed. And the adobe that could not be placed on the kang could also be placed on the ground, and dried with the heat of a charcoal basin.

That's right, I started to make charcoal again, mainly because I can't make it myself, and everyone needs a lot of adobe to build a kang, build a fire wall after building a kang, build a stove, and so on.

So right now, whether you can live in a people's house or not, just do it, just keep making adobe, swing the finished adobe upwards, and the charcoal basin will be burned. I don't believe it, just bake the adobe day and night, and you can't live on the kang without sun exposure? Without the sun, the earth is all around.

Song Fusheng was very satisfied. On the day he was not at home, everyone was in full swing.

Not only did he finish all the work he arranged, but he also looked for work to do on his own, and he never stopped.

Even the old men such as Grandpa and his uncle were not idle.

One by one, more than half a hundred, after crossing the river, he should have waded through a one-meter-high weed, and the weeds were eradicated. The shovel became a place where the trolley could pass.

Grandpa said that there must be a way home.

Yes, that's how it should be, everything is, if there is no way, shovel out a road, and then there will be a head.

And Song Fuling saw black smoke coming out of six dirt bags in the distance, saw a group of boys burning charcoal, and saw Brother Da Lang waving at her, she suddenly became emotional, waved at those people and shouted: "My father paid out of his own pocket to buy Ya pear for you, and I will come back to drink pear soup later." ”

Song Fusheng paused to find his daughter-in-law, paused and shook his head, yes, he can't find his daughter-in-law, he has to hide and take out the big Ya pear, really.

The big pear, and the apple, he bought it for Mi Shou and his daughter. In addition, I also bought some pastries and sugar cubes for Mi Shou, and asked the girl to put most of the food into the space, thinking that the space would be fresh anyway, and she was not afraid to buy more, and only a few were put in the basket on her back.

I just arrived in the town, and I bought it by the way when I went back and forth to various grain stores to ask for prices.

Well, this time, let's mix the amount into it, and try to make all the children drink half a bowl of pear soup.

Mrs. Ma was busy with three fires and four fires, she didn't come out when she came back before, and now she hurriedly went out of the grass house and dragged her fat girl, dragged her to the corner and scolded with a breath: "Are you stupid, buy it and keep it for yourself." Are you stupid, why do you say that your father spends his own money to feed everyone? ”

"Said bald mouth."

"You?" Mrs. Ma looked around again, and dragged her little granddaughter more awkwardly: "What about mushrooms, have you listened to the milk, and if you sell ten taels, you say that you sell nine and a half taels, are you so reimbursed?" Your dad didn't really pay the bills, did he? ”

Oops, why is this quality, Song Fuling shook her head:

"I didn't sell it, the price given by the town was too low, fooling me and my father, the total amount of dried imperial mushrooms and mushrooms was only five taels, and the price of matsutake mushrooms was not high.

The two of us angrily said to the shopkeeper that we had cooked and eaten when we went back, and it was not in vain to go around the world, and he also said that we were bragging. Anyway, I can't sell it to the pharmacy in town.

Ming, milk, my father and I will go to Fengtian City, and then I will listen to you and keep some money privately. Sell five taels and say four halves, no? ”

"That's still right. Don't be stupid, we picked the mushrooms. ”

"Good, good."

Song Fuling thought to herself: When the time comes, let's deduct the extra matsutake mushrooms from her hidden space, alas, filial piety to give her half a silver penny.

"Let's go, the milk will give you half of the chicken in the back of the house, and eat it while everyone is working."

"Huh?" Song Fuling's eyes widened, didn't she eat it?

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