Mr. Song was walking back and forth around the charcoal kiln with a small stick. Song Er and Shi Ping were standing beside him, waiting for Mr. Song's instructions.
Mr. Song pointed to the small hole not far away and told Song Er: "Squat down and see how big it is. It can't be too big."
Song Er squatted down as if he didn't understand. He had done everything else in the Song family over the years, but this was his first time working on a charcoal kiln. In my impression, the master seemed to have mentioned a charcoal kiln before, but that was all in
While sipping tea and chatting with Confucian scholars.
I just listened to it casually at that time, but I never expected that I would actually do it. Don’t mess up and lose your face.
Mrs. Yang next to her could not help but frown.
Mr. Song could see it clearly. To be honest, Mrs. Yang had to be blamed for what happened today. He had always been a man of words but not of action, so he was forced to work in the charcoal kiln by Mr. Yang.
Aren't you unable to trust him?
Don’t you frown when you hear “charcoal kiln”?
He would have to cover up the charcoal kiln and leave her speechless.
The more Mrs. Yang looked at it, the more unreliable it became: "I haven't seen any charcoal kilns with holes in them before." It wasn't that she wanted to doubt it. She had dug it several times that day, and Mr. Song always felt that this wouldn't work and that wouldn't work.
Yes, I can’t tell why.
This is just like a little daughter-in-law feeding pigs, one by one, either starving to death or starving to death.
Mr. Song's beard curled up: "How can we light a fire if there are no holes? We can only seal it after burning it."
Mrs. Yang immediately put on a respectful look on her face and did not argue with Mr. Song: "Sir, you just have to know what you are doing. We don't understand. We all listen to you."
It’s okay that the charcoal kiln is not finished yet. Don’t make your granddaughter or grandson’s husband angry. Although Mrs. Yang has always felt that Mr. Song always secretly deceives his little granddaughter, it must be Mr. Song’s idea for the little granddaughter to pretend to be Sui. This is
This incident frightened them, and the little granddaughter was injured because of it. Just because of this, how could she be so unprepared?
Mrs. Yang didn't mean what she said. Mr. Song wouldn't believe it. If he really believed what he said, why wouldn't he leave a piece of good wood for him? Even the pile of wood that would be burned soon was picked over and over again by Mrs. Yang.
Five times, all that is left are crooked melons and cracked dates.
well!
Mr. Song never thought that even if he rolled up his sleeves, he would still be questioned. Mrs. Yang kept her eyes on him all day long, as if she was afraid that he would teach the little fox bad things.
It is tolerable, but what is intolerable!
This time, he wanted Mrs. Yang to see what he was capable of so that when she saw him in the future, she would sincerely praise him.
"Get up," Mr. Song told Song Er, "I'll see for myself."
Under Song Er's surprised gaze, Mr. Song knelt down, then lay on the ground and looked carefully.
Song Er really couldn't believe that his grandpa could do this. Isn't it just a charcoal kiln? He said that Mrs. Yang had never seen the world, so she took this to heart. Didn't the grandpa himself just want to gain reputation?
No more respectability.
If his students saw this, they would probably suspect that he was crazy.
Mr. Song's robe was stained and his beard was stained with dust, but he didn't care about it. He let Song Er help him get up from the ground, and waved his hand: "Okay, let's start burning now."
Mrs. Yang was surprised: "Don't wait until tomorrow?"
"Wait until tomorrow?" Mr. Song asked, "Do you want you to steal all these pieces of wood?"
Old Mrs. Yang said: "How can I do that? Aren't I afraid of tiring your husband?"
"I'm not afraid of getting tired." Mr. Song's stubborn temper has come to an end. He'll be exhausted even if he gets to this point, but if he can't make a charcoal kiln, he'll be angry to death.
Mrs. Yang looked at the wood piled next to her and nodded: "Then let's burn it!"
Shi Ping and others carried the wood into the kiln. Mrs. Yang picked up her hands and looked at it carefully: "Can't you put anything else in the kiln?"
Others didn't understand, but Mr. Song understood it very well. Mrs. Yang thought that he couldn't do it well, so she thought about using the fire to do something else. Looking at it, she wanted to put a pot on it and cook all the meals for the sixteen households.
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Zhao Luoyang could see clearly from a distance. The scene was smooth and enjoyable. It was good. She had better not get involved and wait until the kiln was opened to take a look.
The entire West Village was busy. For convenience, sixteen households gathered together to cook. Mrs. Song, Mrs. Xu, and Mrs. Cao were busy with their wives in the village.
Although the food was not very good, it tasted delicious. Those who had free hands ate as soon as they came in, and then went to work after eating. Everyone ate one after another for more than an hour.
People in the East Village have been watching their movements.
At Gao Li's house, several villagers gathered together and talked about things in the East Village.
"We pulled back a lot of cars with dark stuff. They may be unwanted scraps, and we don't know what to do with them."
"I saw it. It was brought back from a fire-damaged village. A lot of broken bricks were picked out and used to build walls."
"It seems that we need to make a charcoal kiln. We have built a small kiln in the open space next to the village. I just went to see it and it has already been lit."
"Will they still do this?"
What this group of people who moved here did was different from what they expected. At least they had enough food to eat, otherwise how could each of them be so energetic?
Yesterday I went to the city and bought a lot of fodder for the livestock, which shows that I also have some money.
Gao Li was silent.
The villagers continued to discuss: "Even if they have some money, they still have a lot of people. If they spend it like this, I'm afraid it won't be enough until next year, right?"
It doesn’t mean that we only need enough food to last until spring. We have to farm next year and harvest food in the fall. What should we do during this period?
"So you have to keep an eye on it," Gao Lizheng said. "Every time they come to fetch water, don't talk to them too much. There are many men among them. They are afraid that they will suddenly have bad intentions at night, even if they don't know what to do, they will trick you secretly.
There's nothing you can do."
Foreigners need to watch.
Gao Li just didn't want those people to survive the winter with food and charcoal. He had stored up a lot of things and was waiting to sell them to the immigrants. But now they still have them in their hands, so he remained silent and planned to wait until the twelfth lunar month of winter.
Sell it to them when they are too cold.
This group of immigrants has brought them so much trouble. If they don't make some money from them, wouldn't it be a loss?
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When Zhao Luoyang got up the next day, she found that her mother was no longer in the house.
After she finished washing herself, she asked her mother, "Where did my milk go?"
Luo Zhenniang said: "I went to the charcoal kiln. Shi Ping and the others were there last night to watch the fire. Your mother went there before dawn. I was worried about accompanying her. When I arrived, I saw that Mr. Song was also there.
Woolen cloth."
Mr. Song and Mrs. Yang are quite competitive with Tan Kiln.
Luo Zhenniang said: "I hope it can happen."
Zhao Luoyang didn't care about this and got up early in the morning to go to Huangjiazhuangzi. It was a coincidence that on the way, they met the people who guarded the carriage yesterday.
"What a coincidence," the person who spoke to yesterday greeted Zhao Xueli on horseback, "are you still going to Huangjiazhuangzi?"
Zhao Xueli smiled and said: "No, I haven't finished pulling the stuff yet!"
Huaiguang said: "My master's family name is Wang. My Zhuangzi is just opposite the Huang family. My name is Wang Huai."
Zhao Xueli nodded: "We are in Fengxia Village, my name is Zhao Xueli, and this is my daughter."
Zhao Xueli felt that this Wang Huai seemed quite kind, liked to talk, seemed to have a good temper, and probably didn't have any bad intentions.
Huaiguang said: "My master was looking for a quiet place to recuperate, so he took a fancy to this village. However, the things in the village are messy. We may need some help to clean them up. I see that you are doing things quickly. We also have a donkey cart.
Are you willing to take this job? You will need money, forty to sixty cents per person per day."
Huaiguang felt that the wages were too little, but the prince said that these sixteen households were very vigilant, and if it was too much, they would not come.
Forty to sixty wages? How could Zhao Xueli have expected such a good thing?
Zhao Luoyang couldn't help but pricked up her ears. She had asked the Lu family to help with the work before, but she didn't expect it to go so smoothly. The Wang family came to do it themselves.
Zhao Xueli said: "I wonder what kind of jobs they are all about?"
Huaiguang said: "It may take some effort. My master doesn't like that village. If it weren't for the current weather, he might have to tear down the village and build it again."
Tore it down and rebuilt it? Could it be that he is a dandy? Zhao Xueli was weighing in his mind, can such a family work? What if he is very picky, and he will not make any money, but will cause trouble.
Huaiguang noticed Zhao Xueli's hesitation and secretly pinched his thigh. He seemed to have acted a little too hastily. This was already the result of his restraint.
Otherwise, you should spend some money to buy food and drink for people, and invite them to your guests properly.
"We are all rough people," Zhao Xueli said, "I wonder if the master will dislike it?"
Huaiguang smiled hurriedly and said: "Our master is very easy to talk to. You might as well go to the Zhuangzi to have a look when you have time. Anyway, it is opposite the Huangjia Zhuangzi."
Zhao Xueli thought for a moment and nodded.
Zhao Luoyang whispered: "I'll go there with daddy."