A cart of bits and pieces of things is not something that Wang Lu and Xie Ling can carry up the mountain.

Although the cliff mountain is not high, the mountain road is narrow and twists and turns.

Wang Lu called down Chen Wei and Wang Bi'an on the walkie-talkie.

The four ants moved and transported things up the mountain in bits and pieces, and even Wang Bi'an hugged a gas stove.

As the only man on the mountain, Wang Lu naturally can't be lazy, two gas cylinders and some iron bed frames, all of which he ran a few times before moving up the mountain.

The bed frame was too long, and it was blocked on the mountain road, so Wang Lu had to erect it, hold it high like a flagpole, and move it up step by step.

After the items were moved to the mountain, Wang Lu lay on the bluestone slab of the main hall, and only the foaming was left.

Chen Wei, Wang Bi'an, and Xie Ling were no better, and they rested for a while before they had the energy to rummage through the items going up the mountain.

Chen Wei was overjoyed when she saw the gas stove: "This is good, I can't always control the heat of the earthen stove, either I put too much firewood, the fire is too big, or I pulled out the firewood that was still burning, and made the fire smaller. ”

Xie Ling nodded sympathetically beside her, she helped Chen Wei cook a dinner yesterday, and she was almost smoked to death.

Chen Wei twisted the one-eye stove and found that it was still an electronic lighter, and the large battery still had electricity, and as soon as the fire was struck, the ignition head crackled and sparked, and she was even happier, "I'll use the gas stove to cook today." ”

Only Wang Bi'an shouted heartlessly: "I don't want rice cooked on the gas stove, the rice cooked in the earthen stove has a pot, but it is delicious, and with the gas stove, there will be no pot to eat." ”

Wang Lu raised his hand and slapped this stinky boy's buttocks: "Bastard boy, patronizing and eating pots, I didn't see your mother tired." ”

Chen Wei doted on her: "Okay, okay, mom still uses the earthen stove to cook for you, and only uses the gas stove to fry the food, okay?" ”

It's really a loving mother and a lot of losers. Wang Lu snorted angrily.

Unexpectedly, Xie Ling on the side echoed: "The pot cooked in the earthen stove is delicious, I have never eaten it before." ”

Chen Wei said with a smile: "Now I use rice cookers to cook rice at home, where to make a pot." There is a burnt paste. This pot is even more fragrant when it is burned with straw. Wait for Wang Lu to harvest the rice in the field under the mountain, and let him carry more straw. ”

At this time, Wang Bi'an ran to a pile of iron shelves and turned around, and asked curiously: "Dad, is this bed for me to sleep in?" ”

Wang Lu took a breath and stood up: "Let you sleep with Sister Xie Ling (Wang Lu once asked Wang Bi'an to call Xie Ling "auntie", but the two boycotted together, and as a result, everyone had to call their brothers, sisters, sisters and younger brothers) to sleep together." ”

Put away the wire bed in the bedroom, make space, and install the high and low bed parts one by one, this is not a difficult job, Xie Ling carefully put the screws, nuts and other small parts in a small plastic bag when disassembling at the bottom of the mountain, saving Wang Lu the effort to find screws all over the ground, and after a while, the high and low beds were erected.

Wang Bian hurriedly said, "I want to sleep on the top bunk." ”

Chen Wei rubbed his head: "Okay, remember to sleep honestly, sleep until you fall down in the middle of the night, it's enough for you." ”

The bed frame of the bunk bed is a steel wire lattice, and a mat is spread on top of it, and the bed sheet is placed on it.

Xie Ling took out one more sheet and hung it at both ends of the lower bunk, forming a small closed world.

Although Chen Wei said in her mouth: "This is stuffy, and it must not die of heat." But he didn't mean to dissuade Xie Ling.

Wang Lu nodded secretly, that's fine, he can't say anything like a gentleman, driving on the street, seeing a sister paper with hot pants and beautiful legs, he will still whistle, and there are no less action movies in the computer. This small sheet ensures Xie Ling's pitiful privacy to the greatest extent, and also avoids inadvertently going out of the house, which brings trouble that no one wants to have between the two parties.

After installing the high and low beds, Wang Lu casually took the folded wire bed to the corner of the hall - the space in the bedroom is too small to fit down, and he has a grand reason to squeeze a bed with his wife - when to replace the single bed with a double bed, that is beautiful.

Next, it's time to fill in the gaps.

The broken tiles on the roof were cleaned up, and an extra layer of plastic sheeting was laid on the linoleum of the frame below - in fact, it was originally a curtain, which was ripped by Wang Lu, and new tiles were stacked one by one. ,

It is more troublesome to make up the place where the cement of the exterior wall falls off.

Wang Lu will not adjust the cement.

Not only Wang Lu won't, but the few people present won't, Wang Lu and Chen Wei have seen the cement maker mixing cement when they were young, and Xie Ling and Wang Bi'an have never seen it.

Wang Lu remembers that mixing cement is a very simple matter, mixing sand and dry cement together, then piling them into a small volcano-like shape, pouring water into the "crater", and then mixing the sand with a cement shovel, which is similar to noodles.

But when it comes to it, it's almost too much worse.

At first, there was less water, but when I added some more water, the water washed the sand and cement all over the ground, and finally they became a ball, and when I wiped it on the wall, it snapped, and the cement fell off again.

Chen Wei was also anxious when she watched from the side, and muttered: "I remember when I was a child, I watched my family repair a house, and I had to add lime to the cement. ”

Wang Lu fainted: "Lady, lime is used to paint the interior walls." In fact, this guy also remembers wrongly, sand and lime are mixed together to make sand-gray walls, but they are not as strong as cement, and after a long time, it is a pit when you rub it by hand.

Xie Ling didn't have any good ideas, but Wang Bi'an, under the pretext of helping her father, had fun with cement, and after a while, her trouser legs were covered with cement spots.

Wang Lu didn't have much to do, so he had to try to adjust the different proportions of sand, cement and water.

About when the cement and sand were one to three, the mixed cement could finally be "hung" on the red bricks, Wang Lu breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly used a cement shovel to plaster the cement on the wall, and smoothed it decently.

Looking at the plastered cement wall, Wang Lu became entangled again, I remember reading an online novel about an engineer traveling back to the Ming Dynasty, saying that when the cement condenses, a lot of heat will be released, and it is necessary to pour water on the wall to help it condense.

Forget it, it is only a cement patch of less than one square meter, and if you pour too much water, you can "wash" this little bit of cement.

It's a little regrettable, it's better if you have a waterproof penetrant in your hand, use it to lay a base on the red brick, and then smear the cement to ensure that there will be no leakage at all.

Before dinner, Wang Lu was a little uneasy, and quietly turned to the leaky exterior wall to see if the cement had fallen off.

Look at the size, which one is not Wang Bi'an.

Wang Lu threw himself in front of the wall and stroked it carefully, it was very good, the cement was fully condensed, and there were no cracks or anything, although the surface was still a little soft, but after a night, it could be solidified.

Looking up at the sky, there is no rain, so I am more relieved.

Wang Lu glanced at Wang Bi'an's palm print again, stretched out his palm and compared-there was no place.

Wang Lu turned around and roared: "Wang Bi'an, you stinky boy, where are you hiding!" "Hmph, hum, I actually grabbed the palm print in front of Lao Tzu, and this slapped the palm print on the cement wall that was about to dry, but it was the second biggest pleasure of Wang Lu when he was a child.

One of the greatest pleasures is to tie the long hair of the girl in the front seat to the bar on the back of the chair.