"Don't you know, my eldest niece's kang-pan technique was taught by Master Guanyin. Master Guanyin gave my eldest brother Chengyang a dream. Master Guanyin looks exactly the same as my father."
Ye Dawu explained to Cheng Mo.
After saying that, he turned to Ye Qingqing and said, "Right, eldest niece?"
Ye Qingqing looked at Cheng Mo guiltily. She was rolling out mud by the river first, while Ye Chengyang was in the house paying respects to Master Guanyin.
If Cheng Mo exposed her... Even if the village chief might not believe what Master Guanyin said, he would still feel uncomfortable.
Cheng Mo leaned against the door frame and glanced at Ye Qingqing. There was a teasing smile on his originally expressionless face, "Then Master Guanyin is quite powerful."
"Of course!" Ye Dawu said proudly.
It seems like it has something to do with him.
Ye Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ended the topic, "You guys get some more firewood and put it in the kang to burn. Be careful when you put it in. The mud is not dry yet. Don't poke the mud with the firewood. I'll go and clean the flue."
Just fix the kang and it will be ready."
Cheng Mo mixed the mud outside and brought it in with a large basin with broken edges. Ye Qingqing used a wooden shovel to shovel the mud layer by layer and apply it to the flue, sealing the gaps where the smoke leaked and also gluing the surface.
Smooth, neat and beautiful.
Ye Dawu stood at the edge of the kang, with his butt sticking out and half lying on the kang, with a lazy look on his face, squinting his eyes and humming, "This kang is hot, so hot, I don't want to move anymore."
Cheng Mo kicked him from behind and said, "Go get some mud, there's still a kang without a plate!"
Ye Dawu was kicked in the butt without getting up. He held the kang with both hands, "No, I won't go. It's so cold outside, I want to hold on to the hot kang and not let go."
Cheng Mo directly lifted the back of his neck and pulled him out.
"Let go, let go, holy shit, are you going to break my neck?" Ye Dawu screamed as he was pulled.
Cheng Mo ignored him and just said to Ye Qingqing: "You have to rest for a while. We will prepare the clay and call you."
"Why should I go make mud clay when my eldest niece can rest? Cheng Mo, you are bullying me! You just didn't give me the chicken legs to eat. If you don't let me rest now, be careful or I will ask my father to deal with you."
Ye Dawu screamed all the way but Cheng Moti slipped out.
In the heated room, only Ye Qingqing remained for a while.
Ye Qingqing was stunned for a moment. Was she the only one who had the chicken legs just now?
"Sister Qingqing!" Cheng Yan jumped in from the outside, probably excited, his face was red and there was sweat on his forehead, "My dad said he wanted to come over and take a look at the kang, can you help him over?
"
I need a hand, but my legs and feet are inconvenient.
Ye Qingqing thought for a while and said, "Do you have extra mattresses at home? If so, bring them over and spread them on the kang. When your father comes, you can sit on the hot kang without having to go down. You can sleep here at night."
"
When he heard that he could sit on the hot bed now, Cheng Yan's eyes widened and he jumped up, "Yes! I'll get it!"
Turning around, a gust of wind rushed out. As he ran outside, he yelled, "Sleep on the hot kang, sleep on the hot kang, sleep on the hot kang."
Ye Qingqing was also infected by his excitement.
I had some back pain after finishing the kang, but now it doesn't seem to hurt that much anymore. I found a bald broom from the house and swept away the ashes on the kang.
Cheng Mo's kang was very strong when it was built, and Ye Qingqing paid special attention to safety issues when he was building it. Therefore, this kang is much stronger than the one under Ye Chengyang's buttocks. It's okay to sleep on it as long as you don't sleep on it.
Just rub the mud on the flue.
After Ye Qingqing was busy here, Cheng Yan came in alone with a big mattress in his arms. The mattress almost blocked his entire body.
Ye Qingqing quickly picked it up and turned around to lay down on the kang.
It's a double mattress that takes up half of the kang, and there's... a map mark on it?
When he saw the urine mark on the mattress, Cheng Yan suddenly blushed and said, "This is the water that was spilled, not my urine."
Ye Qingqing burst out laughing without exposing him, "Yeah, spilled water, go and help your father over."
Cheng Yan blushed and ran out.
"Dad, please slow down, pay attention to the threshold, support me, support me."
After a while, there was movement outside.
Cheng Yan had brought his father here, and Ye Qingqing suddenly felt a little nervous. There was some movement in the house before, and Cheng Mo didn't want them to know...
While thinking about it, Cheng Yan had already helped someone come in.
He is a man in his thirties or forties. Perhaps because of his poor health and being bedridden all year round, he is fairer than ordinary farmers. He looks very similar to Cheng Mo. He is a handsome uncle.
Ye Qingqing hurriedly stepped forward to give him a hand, "Uncle Cheng, please feel how comfortable this kang is."
Ye Qingqing didn't ask how the legs and feet were, and just asked people to get on the kang. This made Cheng Yan's father feel comfortable with a smile on his face, "Last night, Cheng Yanmo said that you wanted to make a hot kang. Our whole family
Waiting with your neck stretched out, this is considered waiting, let me enjoy it."
Cheng Yan helped him get on the bed, and Ye Qingqing took a careful look.
The legs and feet are neat and tidy, but it may be that the legs are not working hard.
"Isn't it hot, uncle?" Ye Qingqing approached and asked with a smile.
Cheng Yan's father moved his buttocks on the kang to a comfortable position, and sighed, "It feels good, my legs don't hurt anymore."
He took the initiative to lift his legs, and Ye Qingqing followed, "That's right, it's always better to be warmer."
Cheng Yan's father smiled at Ye Qingqing: "I can't entertain you because of my inconvenient legs. Cheng Mo made some pheasants and rabbits early in the morning. He cooks delicious food. Let him cook a good meal for you and Wu Zi later. Thank you very much.
Ah, I can still enjoy this blessing."
While Cheng Yan's father was talking, he couldn't help but touch the warm mattress under him, "My eldest daughter, you are really a capable person."
After a pause, he smiled at Ye Qingqing, "I heard from Cheng Mo that your father wants to study?"
Ye Qingqing nodded.
Cheng Yan's father said: "It's good to study. Cheng Mo was also smart when he was a child. When he was studying, the teachers in the school praised him as a good student. It's a pity that I didn't live up to his expectations and delayed him... Hey, you
When dad is studying, you should be careful about where your father is."
"father."
Before Ye Qingqing could express her gratitude to Cheng Yan's father for his kindness, Cheng Mo didn't know when he came in and stood at the door and shouted. Ye Qingqing turned around and saw that Cheng Mo's face was not very good.
Cheng Yan's father was called by his son, and he smiled coquettishly, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore. You guys go and get busy. I heard that there will be a bed on the bed, so go and get busy."
Cheng Mo's mouth moved, he glanced at his father, and finally said to Ye Qingqing: "We are almost done with the clay, come and see what we can do next."
In fact, it's not even close at all.
It's much worse.
Cheng Mo just didn't want his father to meddle in other people's affairs.
Ye Qingqing came to understand when he came out of the yard and saw about a dozen clay bricks placed in the yard.
"I won't worry about it. I thank your father for reminding me." Ye Qingqing didn't hide anything in her heart. She turned to Cheng Mo and said, "Thank you for the chicken legs just now."