Guan Ping'an, who came out of the Liang family, was carrying a dirt basket. When he passed by the front of the nursing home, he walked quickly towards his home without even glanced at the corner of his eyes.

It's also coincidental.

Today, Liang Zhihong was dragged to her house to pick persimmons, but unexpectedly, I could see the scene of the backyard.

Not right.

Maybe just as the little sister said, it would be strange if there was a few quarrels there one day.

In previous years, four brothers were raising firewood?

I'm gonna be!

As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, the little man with a calm face showed a pleasing smile. As soon as his little feet stepped into the yard, he shouted, "I'm back."

"Is it fun?"

"It's interesting. Grandma Liang has to give me a basket of persimmons, so don't let me go."

Guan Ping'an trotted a few steps and looked at the busy couple under the eaves of the outer room in confusion, "Dad, what are you doing?"

It is both acre bricks, wooden boards, and corn poles.

Ye Xiuhe smiled at her daughter and said, "Ask your father."

"Dad~Dad~"

"you guess!"

"Build a house? But why are you here?"

The couple laughed so much that they were so happy.

Guan Ping'an smiled sly and took the basket into the house first.

If she guessed correctly, her father wanted to build a simple earthen door bucket outside the outer room.

Official door fights are usually built in restaurants, post offices and bathhouses in the county. It is impossible for ordinary people to build such door fights at home.

Because building such a door fight requires a lot of labor and financial resources. Needless to say, even the wooden door of the door fight cannot be built. How can there be wood?

No wonder her father made so many acres of bricks. She said that in addition to returning the acres she borrowed before, her family doesn’t have to build a kang again this year.

"Dad, is my Uncle Ma's house also?"

Guan Youshou was not surprised that his daughter could guess. She smiled and nodded, "Of course, those who had worked together to beat the adobe this year will do it."

"Dad, how did you think of it?"

Guan Youshou Jue didn't mention that he had already thought about the Zhao family's douzi. He had mentioned it several times before in the nursing home, but he did not agree with it, but he also said that there were nothing.

OK, he can't freeze anyway, no man.

After finally building those three houses, I just got married, not only famine came, but also children came, but I didn’t care about fighting.

He could only make more firewood every year, try not to let the kang in his house rest the fire, try to go up the mountain as much as possible, and try to find food.

Can't think about it anymore...

He was almost forced to go to the forefront of that day, and he couldn't use it no matter how much gold he had. If it weren't for his children, he would have the intention to kill people.

Guan Youshou stroked his daughter's little head and smiled, "When the house next to your Uncle Wang caught fire last year, my father thought about the safety of the door curtain."

Guan Ping'an has an impression of this matter.

The northwest wind in winter, the one who screamed so hard that it could pump up the sparks in the chimney outside the house, but it seemed that a family's chimney began to fire.

The sparks from the chimney floated to the curtains of people's houses separated by a wall, and suddenly attracted the curtains. The fire took advantage of the wind and almost killed people.

For this reason, her father always said that his brother Wang Qifa was really lucky and lucky, and he was just a little short of time. This fire almost broke into the Wang family.

And why are these door curtains unsafe?

Nowadays, most families still use some grass curtains made of grain, small leaf stern, and sorghum stalks, just one step away.

The old courtyard uses straw curtains.

When winter comes, not only is the temperature extremely low, but the wind and snow outside come even more fiercely. In order to resist the wind and cold, these door curtains will be hung at the door.

Not only is it unsafe, it is also unstoppable. After a winter, it was photographed by strong storms, and when the flowers bloomed in spring, it was almost gone.

So every year, we have to start weaving straw curtains before winter begins. In the past two days, Ma Wuya's home has started weaving straw curtains.

Right.

The little sisters built the adobe bricks and the warehouses.

"Don't you have to ask me, Mr. Ma?"

Guan Youshou rejected it in one veto. If you can avoid causing trouble, or speak less. My buddies’ family are not as good as him. Their children can do much more than their three children.

"I'll help you."

Ye Xiuhe looked at her daughter's height and waved her hand, "It's enough to have me and your father, and there's no need to make any tricks, just block the wind."

Guan Ping'an stomped his feet, "Dad, my mother disliked me!"

"Haha... dad is afraid of his wife."

"I'm blind in front of the child again."

Guan Ping'an decisively changed the topic, "Mom, why do you still have to tie a corn rod with a rope? Isn't there any bricks?"

"Mom wants to make a thick windproof barrier." After Ye Xiuhe said that, she was stunned when she saw her daughter, and laughed happily, "By the way, you don't understand if you said it."

"Tell me."

"What are you doing when you learn this? Go and don't make trouble here."

Guan Ping'an poked her mother's armpit reluctantly, "Don't you really teach me?"

Ye Xiuhe took her up with her hand and put it on her legs and started to fight back, "Little thing, do you dare?"

"Haha... itchy... I don't dare... hehe... I really don't dare."

"Haha...I really don't dare?"

"Mom, please spare me, I really don't dare."

Guan Youshou looked at the mother and the two of them making a fuss, shook his head with a chuckle, and after a while, "I'll take you out for fun these two days."

"Go to the market?" Ye Xiuhe held her daughter in her arms, "We have everything at home, what are you doing? I still want to prepare the curtains in the inner room when I have time."

"Mom, are we using straw curtains inside?"

"Yes, you didn't have a lot of grass on it, what's wrong?"

Guan Ping'an thought about the yellow paper ooxx, and said, "No, I'm just afraid that you will be too busy. Why don't our family buy it in the market this year?"

"Don't buy it, otherwise I'll beat you up!"

"I have no money, don't worry."

"Good daughter, please listen to my mother. Don't know if you want to know this? Life is always a long and steady stream. If we don't spend money, don't spend money randomly."

Guan Ping'an nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I'll listen to my mother."

Guan Youshou glanced speechlessly at the two of them. The silly wife, your daughter is drunk, and she doesn't mean drinking. She just wants to use fabric to make door curtains.

Xiao Tianyou came from the backyard, called out "Dad" and looked at Ye Xiuhe.

"Son, what are your eyes rolling?"

"..." Guan Tianyou touched his chin, "I'm wondering if I want to learn to weave door curtains, which can save the boss a lot of money, and buy salt or vinegar."

He shook his head immediately, "No, our family has saved all vinegar. My mother is so powerful that she can make fruit vinegar. Otherwise, if you think about it, you might be able to make salt. Our family will spend a lot of money on salt per year."

Guan Youshou and Guan Ping'an suddenly burst into laughter.

Ye Xiuhe was so happy that she put down her daughter and stood up to beat her son.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Tianyou ran away quickly.

Guan Youshou watched the two of them start to walk around the curtain, and he would hide from me and chase him. His daughter patted her hands and put down her work.

Everything is over...

But it really passes so soon?
Chapter completed!