Niu Dali did not go directly to Carpenter Zhou's house, but first went to Daluo Mountain, cut some dry firewood, bundled it, and went to Carpenter Zhou's house.

When he arrived at Zhou's carpenter's house, in the fence at this moment, Zhou Huang was holding the dustpan with one hand and sprinkling the rice bran in the dustpan on the ground with the other, and there were six fat hens pecking the rice with their heads down on the ground.

Sometimes, Niu Dali admires Carpenter Zhou and his wife, no matter what the people in the village say, their little life is plain and warm.

"Dali, why are you here?"

Seeing that Niu was vigorously carrying two bundles of firewood, Zhou Huang blamed: "The firewood you sent a few days ago hasn't been burned yet?"

"It's okay, the firewood can't be broken!"

Niu Dali smiled honestly, carried firewood, and put it in the corner of the yard with a familiar car.

Carpenter Zhou heard movement outside, came out of the house, and saw that it was Niu Dali, and his vicissitudes of life showed a long-lost joy, "Dali, are you here?"

Niu Dali said hello to Carpenter Zhou and was welcomed into the house.

Zhou Huang boiled water for them to make tea, and when Zhou Huang boiled hot water, Niu Dali and Zhou Carpenter finished talking.

"Uncle Zhou, I'll trouble you about this. ”

"It's not a small thing!"

Zhou Huang was confused, but she didn't ask out loud, but put the hot tea in front of Niu Dali and Zhou Carpenter, and Niu Dali thanked Zhou Huang.

After drinking a few cups of tea, Niu Dali didn't dare to delay, so he said goodbye to Carpenter Zhou and his wife.

Zhou Huang knew that Dali was busy with the reclamation of wasteland now, so she didn't keep much, but she took out more than ten yuan and stuffed it to Niu Dali.

"Thank you, auntie!"

Niu Dali was not polite, and stuffed more than ten cents into his waist.

"You, it's us who thank you, and you help us carry firewood and carry water!" Zhou Huang's eyes were full of love, and his wrinkled face naturally unfolded, revealing a kind smile.

Waiting for Niu Dali to leave, Zhou Huang sighed: "Dali is really a good boy, why doesn't Niu Laogen know how to cherish it?"

Carpenter Zhou shook his head, "Who knows!" said in his heart, maybe he was fascinated by Mrs. Qian.

Zhou Huang suddenly thought of something, and said curiously: "What did Dali find you just now?"

Carpenter Zhou smiled, "Qiu Niang wants to set up a small private school, and vigorously ask me to help him make two things!"

"What?" Zhou Huang was taken aback, "Qiu Niang wants to run a private school?!"

......

Leaving Zhou's carpenter's house, Niu Dali went to several craftsmen's homes in the village, planning to ask them for some plaster, even if there was no gypsum, lime would be made, but these craftsmen did not, and later went to Sun He's house, who made tofu in the village.

When Sun He heard that Niu Dali wanted gypsum, he immediately vetoed, "You have found the wrong person, our family sells tofu, how can there be any gypsum powder?

As he spoke, he closed the door without saying a word.

Niu Dali was puzzled.

Didn't you say that you need to add plaster to make tofu?

Isn't there such a thing?

Or is it because of Sun Xiaoliu.

Sun Xiaoliu was the one who went to Chinese New Year's Eve to break into Widow Sun's house, planning to do something wrong, and was almost scared to death by Xiao Huang.

And Sun He is Sun Xiaoliu's cousin!

At the same time, Sun He's daughter-in-law looked at Sun Hedao, who was uneasy: "What's wrong with you?

Sun He took a deep breath, "Just now I asked for a plaster!"

Sun He's daughter-in-law's face suddenly turned bad, and she lowered her voice and said, "How do you know about Dali?"

This method of making tofu was secretly learned by her husband as an apprentice for more than ten years, if it weren't for her husband's shrewdness, I'm afraid that he would still be working for Tofu Zhang for free!

Sun He shook his head, "You ask me, who do I ask?"

Sun He's daughter-in-law comforted: "Boss, don't think about it, Dalijia opened the melon seed workshop, the business is too good, and now I have bought the wasteland in the back mountain, I heard that the price of the wasteland has risen now, and I want to look down on our tofu business." ”

Sun He still shook his head, "Let's be careful, anyway, whoever asks if our family has plaster in the future, no matter who it is, will say no!"

Sun He's daughter-in-law nodded hurriedly, tofu is their family's job, how can it be easily made by people.

In the end, gypsum powder was still obtained from Li Langzhong, gypsum can be used in medicine, and Li Langzhong does not have a lot of family, but it is all asked for by Niu Dali.

Originally, Li Langzhong didn't plan to give it, after all, it is easy to have an accident if he takes more gypsum, but under Niu Dali's repeated assurances, Li Langzhong gave Niu Dali the raw gypsum, but he didn't forget to remind: "This raw gypsum, people with spleen and stomach deficiency and cold, and yin deficiency and internal heat should not take it." ”

Niu Dali smiled bitterly.

He asked for this raw plaster cast and didn't he eat it?

However, with the gypsum powder, Niu Dali went to the bamboo forest non-stop to find a thin bamboo pole and brought it home to pound it.

Naturally, this matter can't be hidden from Bi'er, and Niu Dali didn't intend to hide it, but just explained that what was made might make Leng Qiuniang happy, and Bi'er immediately joined happily.

The next day, Niu Dali went to Broken Leaf Town and bought a large bag to go home.

On the third day, Leng Qiuniang was still teaching the eldest girl and the second girl in the house as usual, and the three girls of Xiu'er suddenly heard Bi'er's exclamation, "It's done!"

Erya's eyes lit up, "It must be that Sister Bi'er made something delicious to eat again?"

Xiu'er's little face is as happy as Erya, although the eldest girl is not a greedy little girl, but Bi'er always makes all kinds of delicious pastries, which makes her a little greedy.

Leng Qiuniang shook her head with a smile.

Because they knew that there would be something delicious in a while, the two girls, Er Ya and Xiu'er, were not in the mood to write, so they waited quietly, while the eldest girl Wenwen sat there quietly, lowering her eyes, writing something on the paper.

Time passed little by little, and the second girl supported her chin with her hands, "Why don't you come yet?"

Xiu'er also held her chin and hummed softly, "I want to thank you too!"

The eldest girl glanced at the two girls, "If you have time to sigh, you might as well write a few more words!"

Erya pouted, "I'm hungry and don't have the strength to write!"

Xiu'er nodded, "Uh-huh!"

Leng Qiuniang, who was sitting on the side, slowly put the little yellow book in her hand on her lap, and the corners of her lips hooked, "I can't finish my homework today, write it twice more tomorrow!"

"Hah!"

Erya and Xiu'er were dumbfounded, and hurriedly buried their heads in writing.

Leng Qiuniang raised her eyes and looked out the window, her willow eyebrows furrowed slightly.

In the past three days, she didn't feel that her sister and brother-in-law seemed to be deliberately avoiding her, even Bi'er.

She asked Bi'er in private, and Bi'er didn't know it, but her weak eyes had already betrayed her, but since Bi'er didn't say it, she didn't force Bi'er to say it.

Now I hear Bi'er say, "It's done!", could it be that Bi'er is really researching what is delicious?