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One hundred and sixty-three words: playing tricks

Song Qiu made dinner and ate it. He lit the lamp as usual and took Lao Yuan and Zhang Lihua to make bean paste from the chopped chili peppers.

Add peppercorns, minced ginger and garlic, salt, moldy watercress soaked in white wine and soy sauce, and rapeseed oil, stir well one by one, then put it into a jar and seal it.

After all this busy work, it was late at night.

Song Qiu stretched his waist, his whole body was tight with fatigue. He glanced around and realized that he had forgotten someone.

The three of them had been busy making doubanjiang before and didn't call A Ling. Seeing them working in the house, this person didn't call her, but he knew better than to go inside.

Two hours passed, and they were so busy that they didn't hear anything else.

Song Qiu hurriedly walked out of the house, went to the stove house to have a look, and then to old Yuan's house, but no one was there.

It's late at night, so don't let anything happen to a little girl.

Song Qiu subconsciously became worried. After all, although they met by chance, this girl had had two meals with her and her grandma at the same table today. They had been with her for another day, and it was different again.

When Lao Yuan and Zhang Lihua saw no one, they started looking around.

Everyone in the village was asleep at this time, so they couldn't shout loudly to avoid disturbing others, so the three of them had no choice but to look around inside and outside the courtyard.

Song Qiu searched for it, and his heart started to beat. He thought that it was impossible for this person to leave without saying hello, right?

Besides, it was getting late, and it would be daytime if she wanted to leave.

When he finally heard grunts other than Xiao Hei's grunt and pig's grunt in the backyard, Song Qiu twitched the corner of his mouth, then looked around, but found no one.

She wondered if it was too dark to see, so she went back and took out the oil lamp that had not been blown out. As soon as she entered the backyard, she saw the dark shadow cast by the tree. Under the light of the oil lamp, it was obviously a person.

Well.

Song Qiu looked up and saw a man leaning on a tree trunk, sound asleep.

The tree in their backyard was not big. The trunk was as thick as a human thigh. It was a straight tree with only a half-sized branch branching out from the top of the waist. Song Qiu was very curious about this tree.

How do people climb up so high?

Song Qiu couldn't help but think of the jump out of the tank this morning, and Song Qiu became curious again. Is this Aling good at kung fu?

She made a sound to wake people up.

Aling woke up in a daze, looked down, saw Song Qiu, swung down, and landed firmly in front of Song Qiu.

"Sister Aqiu, you are done!"

"I'm done with my work, I'm done with my work, come into the house with me and sleep." Song Qiu took a long time to recover from this light body and said quickly.

Aling nodded happily and followed Song Qiu forward.

After a tiring day and a dreamless night, Song Qiu woke up until dawn. When he stood up, he saw that there was no one around him.

Because Ah Ling was there, Lihua went back to sleep yesterday.

After Song Qiu put on his clothes and shoes and went out, he heard the sound of having fun in the yard. When he saw it clearly, it turned out to be Aling boxing in the yard.

Seeing his sharp movements and his powerful fists, Song Qiu was sure that A Ling was a martial artist.

Old Yuan was lighting a fire in the stove, preparing to heat up the leftover porridge from last night for breakfast.

As soon as Song Qiu entered, she came over and said, "Ah Qiu, what is this A Ling's background? I think she has been dancing outside for two quarters of an hour, punching and flipping, what do you think?

He's like a monkey, just playing tricks, right?"

Old Yuan, who had lived in a small mountain village for most of his life, had never seen anyone who was not a master of martial arts, wielding a sword or a gun, but he had seen a busker doing tricks in the town, so he was naturally surprised.

Song Qiu couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "Just let her do it. Maybe she has been practicing since she was a child and she is used to it."

Old Yuan didn't think much about it, he just thought that this child looked smaller and even skinnier than Ah Qiu. He was afraid that he had suffered a lot since he was a child. I heard that those tricks had to be practiced hard since he was a child.

.

This inevitably makes me feel a little pitiful.

"I see her clothes are so patched that they can't be mended anymore. Take out your old clothes and give her something to wear."

Song Qiu made a total of two new pairs of clothes last time. During this hot day, she has been changing out of these two clothes. The one she could still see in the past has not been worn again. Although it is also old, it is better than Aling's.

It's much better,

Song Qiu nodded after hearing this, went out and called Aling into the house, found some clothes for Aling, and asked her to change into them.

As soon as A Ling saw the clothes given to her, she grinned and took them, "Okay, sister A Qiu, I'll put them on right now!"

Song Qiu didn't dislike her at all, but was quite happy to see her. He couldn't help but wonder who this person was and why he didn't have a family?

How can you have such neat skills without family?

However, she did not ask further details for the time being.

Seeing that the sun was coming out, Song Qiu took out all the pepper skewers that he had brought into the house yesterday and hung them up one by one. The ones hanging under the eaves were not exposed to rain, so they were not collected at night.

Aling also followed behind to help, but he was more efficient than Song Qiu.

After breakfast, Song Qiu planned to go to the Changhe River to see how the inn was being built.

Then go collect the peppers.

Zhang Lihua naturally followed her, and now she still had a follower, Aling. She didn't need Song Qiu to call, she followed behind.

When we arrived at the Changhe River, everyone who had started work early in the morning was busy.

After a few days, all the cut trunks were peeled and processed into pieces of usable wood.

Next to the original tea shed, the foundation has been dug out and the rows of columns have been installed. It occupies about half an acre of land, just enough to occupy the entire beach next to the long river.

Looking at this shapeless inn, with its large rows of pillars, it makes people feel a little emotional.

Song Qiu seemed to have seen a beautiful inn standing here.

Song Qiu didn't know how to build a house, so she drew the drawing based on some wood-art-style B&Bs she had seen in a certain music she played in the past. Fortunately, the painter was still reluctant, and Liu Caigui and the others also drew the outlines.

understand.

And only the outer outline and the inner structure were all based on what she said one by one that afternoon. Fortunately, Liu Caigui and the others understood it quickly, and they all understood what kind of inner structure she wanted.

As for how to build the inn according to the drawings, that is their business.

When Liu Caigui saw Song Qiu coming, he came over and said, "According to this progress, as long as it doesn't rain and you work every day, it can be built in half a month. Don't worry."

Song Qiu nodded as he listened, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll leave this to you. I can rest assured! I'm just passing by to take a look."

His wife was also chopping peppers at Song's house yesterday. He naturally knew that Song Qiu was busy now and had no time to care about things here. "Don't worry, I'm here. I guarantee to build it properly for you. If you don't understand,

My brother-in-law is here to watch, so you just go about your business."

"Okay, then I'll go ahead and collect the peppers," Song Qiu said.

When Liu Caigui heard this, he couldn't help but said: "I heard that you have been to these villages? You can also go to the first few villages under Yanghuai Village. Some people grow vegetables for sale. Maybe these peppers are grown

There are more.”

Song Qiu listened, expressed that he understood, and then drove the mule cart towards Baishui Town.


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