Yan Yu only took one look and one word flashed through his mind: well-proportioned!
Thinking back to the layout of their original villages, they were exactly the same.
The houses are close to each other but not right next to each other. They are arranged side by side in twos and threes, and the houses in front and behind are staggered.
She really wanted to say that it took a lot of space for the village chief grandfather to paint like this.
But what are you afraid of? There are plenty of wastelands!
Village Chief Luo said again: "This land is quite solid, but it's better to tamp it down. Yan Er, where do you want to build your house?"
Yan Laoer said: "Village chief, my family can do it, it's our village, it's the same wherever we build it."
"How can it be the same? You live nearby, and if you have a big or small matter, you have to go all the way to discuss it with Mr. Xiu Cai." Village Chief Luo said dissatisfied.
"I make the decision. Your family will build a house on the east side of this." Village Chief Luo made the final decision.
Then the location of the threshing floor was arranged.
"Move the grain farm to the side. It has a mountain to the north to block the wind and the terrain is high, so it's quite suitable.
Plant a few trees near this big rock, a centering stone, and a rooting tree. Even if we, old and young, take root here, we can live a down-to-earth life in the future."
Yan Laoer looked at Village Chief Luo with admiration.
This little story is one after another, and if you think about it carefully, it all makes sense.
"Then village chief, what kind of trees should we plant?"
Village Chief Luo looked at him and said with some disgust: "You don't have to worry about it. Later I will take people to search in the forest to see if we can dig up two old locust trees."
"Grandpa, village chief, can we plant fruit-bearing trees? The fruits are delicious." Yan Yu took advantage of her age to try to get Village Chief Luo to change his mind.
Village Chief Luo was very patient with Yan Yu and said kindly: "Your uncle and your eldest brother are both going to take the academic exams and become officials, so they have to plant a locust tree. The omen is good. The locust tree in our village is alive and can protect us."
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Involves mysterious powers.
Yan Yu shut his mouth knowingly.
With the help of the villagers, the homestead east of Shitou was quickly completed.
The Yan family drove over honestly and occupied this empty wasteland.
The wife of the Qi family asked Qi Da to carry him on his back, and ran over quickly, occupying the vicinity of the Yan family. Sister-in-law Cui wished she could grab the whip and whip her slow donkey hard, why was it running so slowly!
Not only did he not outrun Qi Da who was carrying my mother on his back, but he also didn't outrun that kid Luo Ertie. She was so angry!
Luo Ertie successfully helped his family secure the position next door to the Yan family.
"Madam, don't be anxious." Cui Langzhong said slowly.
"You!" Sister-in-law Cui pointed at him and shouted angrily: "You can do whatever you want with the donkey! Don't worry about anything!"
The big dog ran like crazy and helped his mother grab the homestead behind Yan's house.
Sister-in-law Cui was very happy when she saw it.
He patted his thigh and said, "Oh my little dog! What a good son of my mother, hahaha! Your father's lazy donkey is not as good as my mother's big dog!"
Dagouzi: I don’t want to be praised so much by my mother.
Coyotito ran a little slower and had just arrived. The two brothers were standing in the painted homestead, facing each other, panting, panting and laughing at the same time.
The villagers gathered in the east, with the Yan family as the center, and spread out in all directions.
Liang Fengnian was very frustrated.
When the old man of the Liang family saw how unhappy his eldest grandson was, he glared and called his daughter-in-law to find his son and come back.
Liang Manshan was still measuring the land. Hearing that his father wanted to see him for something, he hurriedly accused him and trotted back.
Mr. Liang angrily asked him to think of a way, no matter how he changed it, he would do what his eldest grandson wanted.
Liang Manshan went around and quickly came up with an idea.
Village Chief Luo and others were invited to help draw the homestead west of the big stone.
The Liang family firmly occupies the first house in the west end. There is a large open space across from the Yan family. What does it matter? We live door to door.
Mr. Liang was now satisfied and urged his son to measure the land quickly so as not to delay the important matter of allocating the land.
The contrast between that impatient look and the smile on his eldest grandson's head should not be too sharp.
Liang Manshan was not surprised and went to work again.
When Village Chief Luo drew the west and north homesteads again, he made sure that no one was allowed to occupy them anymore. They all waited patiently and drew lots after they were all drawn.
No one has any objections. If we have a good relationship with each other in private, we can discuss changing places. Anyway, it's a wasteland, it's the same everywhere.
Before the painting was done in the south, Village Chief Luo found that the homestead was sufficient.
Simply leave the south side vacant.
He had some plans in his mind and was going to talk to him when the scholar was free.
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Li Xuemei felt quite strange as she stepped on her homestead.
There was satisfaction, longing, and a bit of strength that seemed to come out of the ground and be passed on to her.
The Chinese people's love for the land is inexplicable, strong and deep.
Yan Yu and her eldest brother and sister are picking stones.
All the picked stones were thrown into the big basket in the middle. They will be useful when building the yard later.
Yan Laoer took a rake and lightly dug into the ground. If there was any loose area, he would go over and dig through it. Most of the stones that were half buried in the soil would be picked out.
The three brothers of the Qi family each had a wide plank of wood and walked on the ground. When they encountered resistance, they would push the plank and rocks would roll out.
Mrs. Qi took her two daughters to pull weeds. The three women worked very efficiently. After finishing the weeds at their own house, they went to the Yan family next door to help.
"Sister, do something easy and boil some water for us guys." Mrs. Qi said very naturally, taking the hoe from Li Xuemei's hand and helping her dig out a stone.
Don't tell me, there isn't much grass in this wasteland, just a lot of rocks.
Li Xuemei sighed and turned around to find someone to do in the car.
When the water boiled, Mrs. Cui came over and threw a handful of wild chrysanthemums.
Li Xuemei invited everyone to come over and drink water.
"Let's all take a rest and drink some water before we do it again."
Several families nearby came over to ask for a drink of water, but they were reluctant to stop. Seeing that it was getting dark, they wanted to do more.
Yan Laoer kept struggling with the stone, and it wasn't until Li Xuemei called him that he raised his head and looked around.
At this glance, I saw something was wrong.
"Well, why don't we clear out a small place and build a straw shed first?
How long will it take for us to clean up such a large piece of land from beginning to end? We will wait until the land is leveled before building a house, and we will have to live in the open air for a while..."
When everyone heard this, they were all stunned.
Yes, they are hurriedly picking stones and weeding. They don't even think about finishing the work tonight. They might as well clear out a good piece of land and make a straw nest first.
This change of focus has immediate results.
Find a piece of land with few rocks, and step on it when it is slightly flat.
Then go into the forest and cut some branches, tie them together with hemp ropes, put them on the ground, spread one straw mat on top and another on the ground, and you have a straw shed with ventilation on all sides.
Yan Yu looked at his ordinary ox cart and missed the double-decker bunk beds.
If it were still there, people could sleep on it by just jamming the wheels in place, and they wouldn't have to work in such a hurry.
Yan Laoer also built a straw hut, but it was much shorter than other people's huts. However, although the height of Yan's hut was not high enough, the number of huts was sufficient.
When others were tying branches, he would just use them. The small half-height huts were squeezed one behind the other, supporting each other. They were so close that they shared a branch...
This chapter has been completed!