Two meals a day, this day, Song Fuling with eighteen children, and one more baby, Song Jinbao.

They only hurried to a bowl of turnip soup and hurried to the river.

The children are not stupid at all, they light a fire to keep warm, and then they get back to work.

Because the fat sister said that in any case, we must take the lead in ensuring a comfortable working environment.

The adults were helpless to see the backs of the babies running away in a hurry, because they asked the little babies, what are you busy with, why are you busier than us, and the children replied loudly: Play with mud.

Song Fusheng also laughed after hearing this, how old are her daughters, leading the children to play with mud.

Look at the one for Mi Shou, the little cotton pants are dirty, and the newly bought fawn leather boots are also dirty.

Okay, kids love to play. Back then, he also sent his daughter to a pottery bar to play, and at that time he had to pay for playing with mud.

The other adults didn't stop them, and no one cared about how the babies led by Song Fuling were playing with the mud, probably the adults were thinking: Anyway, don't run around and don't make a mess.

And this night, it was more than six o'clock and almost seven o'clock, it was dark early in winter, and it was dark.

They had been working for a noon and an afternoon, and the kiln body had already been roasted by the fire, and the kiln body was built up with mud, which was really strange and did not collapse.

Not only that, but Song Poria's hair dryer was finally fired.

Put the "wok" brand hair dryer on the ground and knock it a few times, it is not broken, it is really good.

Song Fuling officially put the hair dryer into the test.

The hollow core handle of the hair dryer rushed to her small kiln to add firewood, aimed at the fire, and then she rubbed the wooden stick with the fan blades with her hand, and the fan blades in the wok rotated to bring the wind, and the wind blew along the closed pot body and along the hollow core handle to the stove, and the flames inside jumped high as soon as they breathed.

"Hahaha, it worked."

The little babies also jumped and jumped and shouted, and they succeeded, succeeded.

Song Jinbao said, sister, quickly rub and play with me.

Just as Song Jinbao was rubbing and playing, Song Fuling suddenly frowned and asked, "Jinbao, do your rubbing hands hurt?" If you rub it for a day, your palms can't stand it, right? ”

After asking, she didn't wait for Jinbao to reply, Song Fuling thought to herself: This can't be done, even if Jinbao can stand it, she can't stand it, and her hands should be rubbed.

She also has to take care of her little hands.

It is necessary to break the rough face of the peasant girl and the thick hands.

In the future, she must be a beautiful peasant girl, more tender than the rich lady in the city.

You know, she is well maintained, her little hands are white and tender, and stretching out her hands is all for her father's face. It shows that her father has the ability. explained that she and her mother did not suffer and suffer.

Well, improve, must improve, let her be quiet first.

Song Fuling stared at the flames and fell into thought.

……

Song Fusheng came to find his daughter, what time is it, he has finished building the fire wall, and these children haven't finished playing with mud.

When Song Fusheng was dozens of meters away from the kiln, and vaguely saw the small kiln by the light of the vigorous fire, his eyes widened.

Walking over quickly, he pointed to the kiln, "This, this?" "I want to ask, when did you build it?

But Song Fusheng was anxious to ask his daughter another question.

He pointed to his daughter who looked like he was pulling an erhu.

Just look at his daughter, who is holding a homemade wooden stick like a bow, with a rope wrapped around it, and is pulling and pulling, and in the middle of pulling and pulling, the flames are swishing upward.

Song Fusheng opened his mouth and stammered, "What is this?" ”

Song Fuling raised her face to look at her father: "My homemade hair dryer." ”

Mi Shou hugged Song Fusheng's thigh and said hurriedly:

"Uncle and uncle, look, my sister is so powerful, she is really amazing. My sister doesn't have to rub the wooden stick with her hands, and the fan blade inserted under the wooden stick can go around in this pot. As soon as she tugged, the fan blade turned inside, but it was easy to drag, it didn't take much effort, really, you dragged it? If you don't believe you, try it. ”

Song Fusheng smiled, squatted down and took a closer look before saying:

"You don't have to drag it, you know it. Girl, my chili house needs to have a hair dryer, you can make one. There are also four other nests that are also needed. In fact, every family needs it, so you have to cook on the fire, right? The firewood tide in winter is not good for starting a fire, and if you are tired, make twenty of them first. ”

"What?" Song Ling's eyes widened.

Mrs. Ma is proud to walk with the wind again, but she has to be humble, so she pointed to the hair dryer and said to everyone: "See, my little granddaughter, for laziness, that's very smart." ”

At this time, Grandpa Song and Gao Butcher, under the leadership of Song Fusheng, rushed to the river with torches and carefully inspected the kiln made by Song Poria.

Before, the small kiln had been burning, and it was full of flames, and the kiln body was also hot, so you couldn't look closely.

Now that the fire has ceased, I can take a good look at the structure inside.

Wang Zhongyu circled around the small kiln, and sighed, he said It's really strange, the structure inside is quite complicated, you see, there is a compartment inside.

Song Fugui said, the fat girl has a better brain than me, I am a man, and I am a perennial worker, but I can't build this kind of kiln with a compartment. Because I can't even imagine it.

The high butcher said, I'll just say it, we fat girls are really a treasure. That's luck, it's really no one. Just build a kiln casually, just like God's guidance, you can do it.

Song Fusheng was holding a brick and motioned for everyone to look:

"My daughter found the soil by the river, made out the brick pattern, and threw it into it to burn.

You see, although this adobe brick can't be used on a kang, I'm afraid that the load will not work, after all, it's not yellow clay, but the soil by the river is okay, and it should be sticky inside.

In my daughter's words, the soil by the river can't be flooded, can it be a little sticky?

So let's do as she did, burn more, and use such bricks to build a stove in the house for each family, and the stove that can be erected all the way to the roof of the house to walk the chimney should not collapse. ”

Grandpa Song smiled, and he said that if this was the case, every household would build a fire wall with adobe on the kang, and build a high cylindrical stove on the ground that would lead directly to the roof. When the time comes, no matter how cold it is outside, it will be very warm at home. This time, it's okay, the adobe is not enough and I'm not afraid, so I use this kind of brick burned by the fat girl instead.

The men who came with them all said that this small kiln is too small to burn one or two pieces at a time, so we have to follow the example of the fat girl's kiln, and build a big one clearly, which can be burned enough at one time.

The high butcher suddenly picked out a clay tray from the kiln and wondered, "What is this thing that the fat girl is burning for?" ”

At this time, the fat girl Song Fuling was pouting with her mother, muttering that she had nothing to do, and she had to make 20 hair dryers and mass production, and she said she didn't want to do it. I don't want to do repetitive and meaningless things.

Qian Peiying asked her daughter with a smile: "Then what meaningful things are you going to do tomorrow?" ”

"I'm going to find a shabby house that you don't want and build an oven in it. I promised my grandmother to invite her to eat roast duck, how to roast duck without an oven, how to make barbecue and bread in a hurry? I burned all the baking sheets. Well? I'm baking tray, it's over, I'm in the kiln. ”

Qian Peiying wondered, where did her daughter learn this? I will also build an oven, you must know that modern times are bought ready-made ovens.

"You look at ancient Europe, Europeans used to eat bread all the time, and they built the kind of oven that looked like a mountain bun. Let's just build like that, if only we could build a big one, I'll bake bread in a pot and let my milk go out to sell. ”