After she washed the dishes, Jiang Heng, Wang Guoqing and others came over.

There were other people, Mei Qingjiu didn't come out with the note, and she didn't make eye contact with Jiang Heng.

Wang Guoqing asked, "Xiaojiu, did you lift the bed first?" ”

"Okay."

A group of people split into two groups, one carrying a bed.

A few younger brothers moved chairs, and Mei Qingjiu was more awesome, and they put up a table by themselves.

Seeing her like this, Wang Guoqing said, "Xiaojiu has so much strength, when he cuts wheat, he can go to the transportation team." ”

The people of the transportation team are specially responsible for picking and threshing wheat, and after the threshing, they have to send it to the grain management office for public service.

Hearing this, Jiang Heng said, "The transportation team is all manly, and she is not very good as a little girl." ”

He thought to himself, Mei Xiaojiu loves to flirt so much, so he doesn't care about her, in case he flirts with others in the transport team again, others may not be as tolerant as himself.

When Wang Guoqing heard the same, he stopped saying this.

The new house of the Mei family is a three-room tiled house, the middle is a hall house and a dining room, and the one on the left has a wall from the middle to divide the room into two, one is Mei Qingjiu's, and the other is the three brothers'.

The room on the right is also divided into two rooms, one for grain, and the other as a study, and when the three brothers grow up, they can also put the bed as a bedroom.

The walls outside the house are not painted, and the inside of the house is painted with white lime. The ground is not smeared with materials, just beaten and leveled the soil surface. The ground in the production team is like this, and she is not special.

After moving the tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks, I went to put the top of the pot on the stove.

After she finished putting the pot out, she said to Wang Guoqing, "Uncle Wang, don't go, you big guys, you have to help me burn the bottom of the pot." ”

The bottom of the pot is the housewarming custom of the Honghe production team, that is, to invite relatives and friends to get together, and the host's family to have a meal, which means that from today onwards, the days will be more prosperous and better.

Although the top is now tightly controlled, and many customs are not allowed to be done, it is impossible to manage such things as building houses and moving.

"That's no problem, you steam a pot of sweet potato pastry at noon, everyone eats a piece, and drinks some tea."

Wang Guoqing: This means that she can simply get something to eat.

Mei Qingjiu laughed, "What kind of line is this?" There is no big fish and meat, and there is always a plate of cucumber scrambled eggs. ”

Green onions, greens, cucumbers...... She has planted vegetables in her small world, and she has also sown vegetable seeds in advance in the new house, so many vegetables, how can she make a decent meal at noon.

It's still early, she only boiled a pot of water for everyone to drink, and also made a plate of fried soybeans out, so she couldn't let people sit and talk.

Then there were other team members who came to visit the Mei family's new house, after all, this is the first tile house of the production team, which is very strange.

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Meiqing Restaurant is lively, but the old house is not so lively, not only is it not lively, but everyone is honestly afraid.

Because Li Weidong and a person were interrogating Mrs. Mei and the others about what happened before Qin Sufang's disappearance.

After asking people to leave, Mrs. Mei sat down directly on the ground.

Zhang Caifeng said strangely, "Okay, how could the police station come to ask about my sister-in-law?" ”

"What else? Must it have been a broken wine bottle? Mei Xiuhua pointed to a group of people in the courtyard and said, "Our family, no one will toss a broken wine bottle, as long as something happens, just think about her." ”

Everyone, "......".

Mrs. Mei reacted and scolded in the courtyard, "This cannon rushed, brown conscience, who does she want to die?" How many times have I told her? That slut left by herself, why didn't she believe it? And let people check on us, what's the matter, we hurt that slut? The ...... of the small cannon charge"