Because I borrowed a carriage, I stopped making clothes.
The whole family mobilized.
The family worked continuously for three or four days until there was no more piles left in the yard, and then they stopped.
Li Dazhu cut the long branches into small sections and stacked them in the woodshed so that they can be easily accessed for later use.
Mrs. Song exchanged firewood for two large bags of wheat straw from Aunt Lihua's house.
"Xiao Mian, spread out the wheat straw and let it dry in the sun more."
"Okay," Xiao Mian agreed, took a cypress fork with a broken handle, and spread the two bags of wheat straw in the sun to bask in the sun.
The wheat straw looks white and clean, but when you turn it over...
Xiao Mian shouted to Mrs. Song who was mending the "straw floor covering" at the door: "Mom, are there any bugs in this wheat straw?"
"What are you making all the fuss about? Didn't you let it dry in the sun? Dry it more often, turn it over, and pick it with a fork."
Mrs. Song came over and took the cypress fork, picked up the wheat straw, shook it, and put the long wheat straw that could be picked up on the other side.
The good wheat straw was picked to the other side, and the remaining broken wheat straw and shaken off insects were swept to the other side by her.
Mrs. Song pointed to the clean wheat straw and said: "This is not appropriate. Let it dry in the sun and turn over it more. Once it is clean, it can be installed with straw to pave the floor."
Xiaomian frowned. The wheat straw looked white and long, but she always felt that there were bugs in it.
"Mom, do you have to use wheat straw to dress it?"
"Well, wheat straw is the best. Other grasses break into pieces when pressed, are not warm, and can sting people." Ms. Song explained.
Xiaomian thought in her mind, "Can't we just lay the floor with grass? I always feel like there are bugs in there and I can't clean it."
Damai glanced at her and said, "If you don't install grass on the floor, do you want to freeze to death? Besides, what can you do if there are bugs? If you roll on it and roll on it, you will be crushed to death."
Li Xiaomian was speechless...
After thinking for a while, she said: "Mom, let's build a fire kang. When the kang is hot in winter, the whole house will be warm."
Mrs. Song looked up at Xiaomian and blinked.
She had heard of the fire kang, which was mentioned by a grandpa of her natal family who was a escort when she was a child.
The clan grandfather said that every family in the Northeast burns a kang.
But no one in the eight villages within ten miles of Fenghuangling has a fire kang.
How did Xiaomian know?
Mrs. Song secretly looked at her second daughter and suddenly realized that the child was different since she fell into the water.
Also, there was no second girl in the dream, and the second girl died of drowning.
Having been a ghost for so many years with hatred and helplessness, her eyes and heart were full of barley and big pillars.
This second daughter has been forgotten by her for a long time.
She was so happy that she had lost and found her. She had no time to care about her, so she was busy leaving the old house and escaping from the sea of misery.
Now calm down and think about it.
In my impression, the second girl is timid, rarely speaks loudly, and loves to cry at all times.
But now this child is bold and careful, with bright eyes that are breathtaking.
Song's heart suddenly moved.
Could it be that the child's soul went to other places after falling into the water? And then it came back just like him?
Thinking of this, Mrs. Song asked tentatively: "I know the fire kang, but I don't know how to build it. Does Mian'er know?"
Xiao Mian was looked at by Mrs. Song, feeling a little uneasy.
But she still nodded and said: "I know."
When one person becomes another person, no matter how he pretends, there will inevitably be flaws, especially in front of relatives.
What's more, she has no memory of this body, and the occasional flashes of images are blurry and short-lived, so she has no idea what kind of girl the original owner is.
Even if she knew, she didn't want to pretend, it was too tiring.
She wants to be herself again.
Maybe this is an opportunity.
"I had a dream, and the master in the dream taught me a lot. I know how to build a fire pit."
Wheat made an excuse for himself.
Although it is absurd, she has experienced even more absurd things like being possessed by a ghost, so it is reasonable to have a dream.
Mrs. Song: Sure enough, this child, like me, has been a ghost for many years.
My poor child.
Ms. Song suppressed the sadness in her heart and said, "Okay, tell me how to do it, and I'll give it a try right now."
"Okay, there happens to be some ready-made adobe bricks in the woodshed. Sister, brother, let's move them into the house first."
So, under the command of Xiao Mian, the ladies looked for materials and mud, and worked hard for another three days before a large kang made of yellow mud was freshly baked.
Mrs. Song brought in firewood and tried to dry the kang first.
Da Mai and Dazhu also happily added firewood.
After a while, the entire kang body, fire wall, and chimney started to smoke.
It's okay, the flue is smooth and the kang heats up quickly.
Mrs. Song nodded with satisfaction.
One fire pit was built successfully, and everyone was very motivated and prepared to build another one in the big pillar house.
Da Mai frowned, "We've run out of soil embryos."
Dazhu said quickly: "My mother and my sister can sleep on the kang. I don't need to. My man is very powerful, so just use grass to spread the floor."
Xiao Mian smiled and said: "It's okay, it's very cold. Let my brother sleep in this room too. We can just use a curtain or a wooden board to separate us."
Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Well, my sisters are not so particular. When spring comes, we will support some soil embryos. Next year Dazhu will be able to live on his own."
Damai looked at his sister with admiration, "My little sister is so smart."
Li Dazhu pouted and said: "It's not like dad is partial and asked me to find a fairy master for my little sister in my dream, but he didn't even mention it in my dream."
He missed his father a little bit.
Xiaomian said quickly: "Daddy wants to teach you, but he can't get into your dreams."
Damai suddenly understood and said: "By the way, I know this. I heard people say that people who can be possessed are psychic bodies. My little sister is a psychic body, so she can be possessed and can also be in dreams.
Learn something from a teacher."
Xiaomian secretly praised the elder sister, it was a great help.
She thought for a moment and said, "Master said that I can teach you everything he taught me."
Li Dazhu sat up straight and asked excitedly: "Then what did your master teach you?"
"Literacy, martial arts, it's all messy anyway, he will teach whatever comes to his mind."
Li Dazhu: "You can teach us?"
"Yes, as long as you want to learn, I can teach you."
Li Dazhu said excitedly: "How about learning calligraphy first and then practicing martial arts?"
"Okay, let's learn as a whole family, calligraphy in the morning and martial arts in the afternoon."
Xiao Mian thought: Not to mention that I can teach you martial arts. As long as you are interested, there is no problem in teaching you how to meditate and cultivate immortality.
The only problem is that she herself has damaged spiritual consciousness and no spiritual power. Naturally, she doesn’t know if these people in her family have spiritual roots and can cultivate immortality.
Most of the spiritual roots are inherited by blood. This owner has no spiritual roots. It is estimated that this family has no chance to have spiritual roots.
Damai opened her mouth. She wanted to learn embroidery. She wondered if Xiao Mian's master had taught her this.
Ms. Song looked at the children with relief.
With a fire kang, you won’t freeze to death in winter.
Although the food at home is not much, she still has some money in her hand. If she buys some sorghum noodles with salted radish, she will not starve to death this winter.
As long as winter is over, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and there is something to eat in the mountains and water, and as long as people are diligent, they can always survive.
In her heart, there is no big deal except life and death, as long as she lives.
In the new house, the family of four closed the door and lived happily.
There was a quarrel in the old house.
When Mrs. Li was laying grass on the floor, she was beaten by Mrs. Zhao and her daughter, and her head was bruised and bloody.