Whether it is the goat and the furry monster or the 'black gold' of the ancient tree, it has caused a great shock on the management level.

The recruitment of female workers in textile factories and the recruitment of workers in 'black gold' are all in full swing.

The first batch of selected talents successfully moved into the east of the city.

But the good thing is that each house is equipped with an earthen kang.

As an excellent propagandist with outstanding contributions, Zhang Hu successfully moved into the first batch of small courtyards in the east of the city.

And today they are ready to move into a house that they never dreamed of before.

Not to mention that this courtyard is located in the middle of the city, and the gate of the courtyard alone is shiny and shiny

When Zhang Hu was holding something and holding the child, Chunhua was supporting his mother, and his daughter pushed the door in, he was stunned by the scene in the small courtyard.

The yard is clean and tidy, even the tiles are new, and the most surprising thing is that the walls of the house seem to be smeared with something, smooth and flat, which makes the spring flowers amazing.

Zhang Hu's face was ruddy, and he said excitedly: "I heard the old village chief say that we have a kang in each courtyard!" ”

"What's that?" Zhang Hu's mother's illness has been cured, his face is bloody, and he has the strength to speak, so he asked curiously.

"Mother, the kang is a sleeping table made of bricks, billets, etc., with holes below, connected to the chimney, mats on top, and holes under the chimneys and pots, which can be heated by fire." Chunhua said a lot, but Aunt Zhang didn't understand it too much, "Xiucai's daughter is literate, Huzi, my mother doesn't understand too much, you explain it to my mother." ”

Zhang Hu put down the things in his hand, held the child in one hand, scratched his head with the other, and thought for a while, "Mother, the heat from your cooking is under your bed, and it is very warm in the cold weather." ”

"So, how much fire do you have to burn, how much wood do you have to chop?" Aunt Zhang understood, but she was worried again.

"It doesn't take much, mother, I'll go to the old village...... The steward has learned it in the popularization class, and it doesn't take much wood to burn this thing. Chunhua said with relief, "The house in the east is yours, the sunshine is the best, you take Mu En Muyou to stay on the kang, I will cook for us, and it will be warm in a while." ”

Aunt Zhang swallowed her saliva, nodded, hugged her little granddaughter, and led her little grandson tremblingly into the east house, and muttered: "I can live in the house without being frozen to death, thanks to the city lord." ”

Pushing the door on the east side, the neatness inside made Aunt Zhang's tears flow down at once.

Zhang Muyou looked up and wondered: "Grandma, why are you crying?" ”

Aunt Zhang put her little granddaughter on the kang, touched and touched the kang, and then wiped her tears with her sleeve, "Muyou, grandma is happy, with this house, we can survive this winter, and you and Muen will not be frozen to death." ”

Zhang Muyou sniffed and said loudly: "Grandma, don't worry, everyone says that we are the children of Mu City Lord Mu Zi Xiao, and we are born with luck, I will definitely work hard in the future, just like my father, to work for the city lord!" Contribute! ”

Aunt Zhang touched Zhang Muyou's head, "Yes, Zhi'en Tu Bao is worthy of our Zhang family." I went to study during this time, and I didn't read in vain. ”

Aunt Zhang brought her futon in from the outside, and spread it on the kang neatly, in the end, she was just recovering from a serious illness, and she was so tired that she sat on the kang and gasped for breath after working for a while, but she felt that the kang was hot when she sat down.

Aunt Zhang got into the quilt and put Mu En Muyou in the quilt, her thin quilt turned out to be more effective than before, covering the heat, and suddenly Aunt Zhang was warm.

Zhang Muen, who was still in swaddling clothes, was thin and small, and he had cold symptoms a while ago, if it weren't for the rice soup hanging, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to survive.

"Grandma, it's so warm." Zhang Muyou's voice became smaller and quieter, and he fell asleep after a while.

Aunt Zhang was sick, hungry and worried for so long, and finally relaxed on this warm kang. She seemed to be in a fairyland, struggling to get up to help her son and daughter-in-law, but her body couldn't move anymore and fell into a deep sleep.