The next morning, the construction of the wooden house on the farm was officially completed.

After leaving a few militiamen in charge of patrolling the border in the sinkhole, Wang Mingyuan beckoned the rest of the people to go down the mountain and return to Zhangjiaao after breakfast.

When I arrived at Zhangjiaao around four o'clock in the afternoon, the village was quiet.

After asking the old people who stayed in the village, Wang Mingyuan learned that everyone in the village had gone to the field to plant seedlings.

Now every family has its own oxen, the men have gone to the farms, and the women have begun to take charge of their children, carrying plowshares and rakes, and plowing their paddy fields, and most of the work has been done.

They really think of the land as their own, but it doesn't look like a production team anymore.

When there is nothing to do, every household is also working hard to accumulate fertilizer like Chenjiagou, the big buffalo is driving up the mountain, and the humus is pulled back by two ox carts a day.

The obvious enthusiasm is mobilized, and he can do two or three days of work a day, and the efficiency is not ordinary.

Even though the plots of each family have been separated, they still like to help each other when they work.

It's a good atmosphere.

The friendship between neighbors is actually accumulated in daily life. Wang Mingyuan is happy to see such a situation.

There were a lot of prey hunted in the mountains, all of which were smoked, and Wang Mingyuan didn't bother to send them to places like Commune, Mangxian or Mingcheng to sell.

There is a lack of oil, water and meat, just so that everyone can eat more and replenish their bodies.

Children, in particular, are in the period of growing their bodies, when they need these meats.

Therefore, when a group of people sent things to the educated youth point, Wang Mingyuan asked Han Xiaoling to make statistics, and then according to the population, they were prepared to distribute them to every household in the evening.

The dam of the ditch has also been completed.

Wang Mingyuan led the young man who came back, and after a short rest, he worked together to assemble and place the generator on the dam.

While the young men were planting telephone poles, he himself called Han Xiaoling to help with the wiring.

There was a lot of help, and things went quickly.

So, when it was dark and people who had gone out to work returned, they saw the light bulbs of each house.

They were so happy, the light bulbs hanging in the house were so novel.

The children, in particular, had a great time staring at the light bulbs and pulling the switch cable hanging on the side of the door.

As a result, in less than half an hour, the light bulbs of three companies burned out in the continuous turning on and off.

Especially Zhang Guanghua, this little cub called a skin, actually dared to touch the light bulb with a freshly washed, self-righteous paw, and as a result, the room was full of fragments.

Well, the village is full of adults carrying sticks chasing their own children.

It is precisely for this reason that Wang Mingyuan feels that it is necessary for him to tell them about the dangers of electricity.

He didn't want someone to have an accident by touching the wires.

In any case, the groggy and extremely inconvenient kerosene lamp was finally put to an end.

As soon as Han Xiaoling returned to the Zhiqing Point, she began to be busy cooking, and a few masters who built houses in the sinkhole had to say hello.

After eating, it was already dark.

Wang Mingyuan personally drove the truck, called Zhang Shouzhong, and personally sent the people back.

On this trip, they also had a task, which was to deliver the wages of the people who worked on the sinkhole one by one.

At that time, he was in charge of the records made by Zhang Shouzhong, who was still literate among many people.

Originally, Zhang Shouzhong suggested that the money be counted directly and handed over to the current production captain Chen Youdong for distribution, but Wang Mingyuan thought of the various moths that would be drilled out when he thought of the future generations changing hands and paying wages, and he still felt that it was more practical for him to send the money to various households, and it could be regarded as getting to know the people of Chen Jiagou by the way.

The people who went to work only lasted for more than 20 days, and Wang Mingyuan gave a high price of two yuan a day

, which made the people of Chenjiagou overjoyed.

This kindness has once again gained a lot of goodwill.

Of course, there are also people who are full of resentment, for example, the families of Chen Jinxue, Chen Jiawang and others, since Wang Mingyuan entered the village, have never given him a good face, but they don't dare to say anything more without exhalation.

The feeling is to treat Wang Mingyuan as a scourge.

However, Wang Mingyuan didn't bother to care, but took out some money and asked Chen Youdong to distribute it to them after he left.

It's not that this is the Virgin, but that these families are indeed living a tight life because the man is gone, and because of these things on weekdays, they are bullied a lot.

Although they calculated that Wang Mingyuan was the first, and it was indeed the men of their families who did it themselves, but then again, if it is not as good as his wife and children, he should still help him, as for whether he appreciates it or not, Wang Mingyuan feels that it doesn't matter.

After all, his appearance in Zhangjiaao is an accident in this world, and if he didn't have his own involvement, so many things might not have happened.

He is still thinking about the kindness of being saved by them when he was seriously injured, and the friendship of each family when he settled down.

After the incident, the two drove back and spent the night peacefully.

The next morning, Zhangjiaao began to pick up seedlings and plant them.

Wang Mingyuan also participated, after Zhang Shouzhong worked hard for a long time, but still failed to grasp the spacing between the plants and rows, and the seedlings were planted crookedly, Zhang Shouzhong reluctantly drove him out of the paddy field: "What do you like, don't get in the way here, even a woman is not as good as ......"

The women Zhang Shouzhong said were naturally Kang Langxiang and Han Xiaoling.

In this regard, Wang Mingyuan has no room for refutation, and in fact, he has to admit that he is a waste when it comes to farm work.

The corners of Wang Mingyuan's mouth twitched, and after patting off the two locusts on his legs, he went to the ditch to touch the yellow eel very interestingly.

At this time, the yellow eel is the best time to catch it.

Because it is in the first stage of the yellow eel, in those caves in the silt of the ditch, you can often see white foam and new mud coming out.

At this time, if the yellow eel sticks its finger into the hole, the yellow eel dares to bite directly, and it is the easiest time to catch it by fishing and grabbing.

However, Wang Mingyuan was just to pass the time, and he was too lazy to make a fishing hook, so he chose to soak it directly by hand.

Remove the silt around the cave entrance first, and then follow the direction of the cave opening, so that when the eel escapes, there is no silt to drill around, and it can only be obediently loaded into a small bucket.

Of course, Wang Mingyuan didn't let go of the loaches and small fish in the ditch.

A morning's hard work is full of harvest.

At noon, several babies in Zhangjiaao naturally gathered at the Zhiqing Point.

and Zhang Shouzhong, who is under the pretext of helping, his skin is getting thicker and thicker now.

However, when slaughtering loaches and yellow eels, Zhang Shouzhong's methods surprised Wang Mingyuan.

A small wooden board with nails pierced, plus a sharp knife, the technique of slaughtering, that is called a smooth.

Grab the yellow eel, prick the head into the nail, break it with a knife, remove the bone with another knife, cut off the head, and throw it into the basin of clear water.

In later generations, those who specialized in selling slaughtered loaches did just that.

"I can't see it, third uncle, you still have this hand!" Wang Mingyuan said with some envy.

The same thing, if it were him, I am afraid that even Huang Eel's constantly twisting body would not be able to parry, Zhang Shouzhong's technique can be said to be well versed in the key to being fast, accurate and ruthless.

"I didn't eat it before, but this thing, in our hands, is too fishy, and not many people like to eat it. However, it is also possible to catch a few from time to time and make up for the children...... I've slaughtered the eel, and it's up to you next!" When Zhang Shouzhong said this, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and after Wang Mingyuan's hand, he believed that it would be delicious.