Kicked out of the Marquis Mansion? It doesn't matter, I urge my father to study and rise from a poor family Chapter 23 You are worth the price, don't lower yourself
Chapter 23 You are worth the price, don't lower yourself
Ye Dawu looked at Cheng Mo and then at his eldest niece.
"What are you two doing? Who has bigger eyes? How much clay do you need? My waist is about to break!"
Ye Dawu's whole body was bent on the hoe, with an expression on his face that he was about to give up.
After Ye Qingqing finished speaking, he didn't look at Cheng Mo anymore and walked to the mud brick. "It's best to dry the mud brick for a new kang. Once the clay brick is ready, move it to the ground of the side room just now and light a fire to bake it."
Leave it and bake it all day and night. It will be almost ready to use tomorrow afternoon.
"We need to make at least fifty pieces of mud. After finishing the mud today, let's make the base of the kang first.
"We'll do the rest tomorrow, and I'll go to your house later to get a hot bed for you."
"More than fifty yuan?" Ye Dawu wailed, "I'm very excited to make a hot bed for my house, but my waist is about to break and I really can't do it."
Ye Qingqing smiled, "It's okay. You can rest until then and I'll do it. I promised the village chief."
"That won't work. How can I let you, a girl, work while I watch? Your uncle is not that kind of person! Hey, Cheng Mo, what are you doing?"
Ye Dawu was talking when he saw Cheng Mo walking towards the main room and called him quickly.
Cheng Mo said as he walked: "Aren't you going to do the Kangji later? I'll clean up first."
Cheng Mo walked into the house.
Ye Dawu smiled at Ye Qingqing, "He is just a mute. He usually doesn't like to talk, but he is a very kind and generous person. You will know it when you get to know him better."
Ye Qingqing said nothing.
She felt that Cheng Mo actually didn't really want to get to know her better.
The reason why we can travel today is because Cheng Mo wants to get a hot bed for his father.
No matter what, people live their own lives, and they can still control what others think.
Originally, she agreed to make a hot bed for Cheng Mo yesterday just to take an opportunity to promote her craftsmanship.
After calming down her thoughts, Ye Qingqing began to work with Ye Dawu on the clay.
Ye Dawu said he didn't want to do it, but he didn't really give up. He just grunted while doing it.
About half an hour later, Cheng Yan leaned against the doorframe and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sister Qingqing, Brother Dawu, it's time to eat!"
"Hey? When did you get the rice? Why didn't I know!" Ye Dawu didn't even care about being called the wrong seniority. He yelled, threw away the hoe in his hand, and rushed into the house, "
It’s enough to eat, but I’m starving to death, I’m starving to death, I’m starving to death.”
He rushed in with a roar.
Ye Qingqing moved the piece of mud into the side room to bake, patted the dirt on his body and entered the house.
The rice was placed in the room with the hot kang, and a small table was placed on the kang. On the table was a large basin with meat and vegetables, and a plate next to it was filled with hot steamed buns.
"Sister Qingqing, wash your hands!" Cheng Yan held a hot water bottle in his hand and asked Ye Qingqing to wash his hands in the basin next to him.
Ye Dawu had already washed himself, shook the water on his hands, and couldn't wait to get on the kang. He bared his teeth at Cheng Mo's father and said, "Uncle, this kang is comfortable. Now you don't need to apply heat to your legs every day."
Cheng Mo and his father were stunned with joy, "It feels good. I feel like my legs will be healed in the spring."
Cheng Yan poured water for Ye Qingqing to absorb while answering, "If dad gets better, can you take me to the county town to watch the monkey show?"
"Okay!" His father agreed, as if he was really getting better.
The atmosphere in the room was extremely lively.
Ye Qingqing sat next to Ye Dawu. As soon as he sat down, Cheng Mo's father took the chicken legs from the big basin and put them into the bowl in front of Ye Qingqing. "You are a hero, so I'll give you the chicken thighs."
Ye Dawu smiled, "Uncle Cheng is biased. I am also very tired today. My niece even ate a chicken drumstick. Cheng Mo baked it specially for her, and he didn't even bother to share it with me."
That's what he said, but Ye Dawu also put a chicken wing in Ye Qingqing's bowl, "If my father asks you how I performed, do you know what to say?"
Ye Qingqing couldn't help laughing, "Hush money."
"Yes!" Ye Dawu confidently took a bite of the steamed bun and turned to ask Cheng Mo, "I don't even know when you made the rice."
Cheng Mo smiled and said nothing.
Cheng Yan babbled, "When you are rolling out the clay bricks, my brother said that he can roll the clay bricks by himself. After he has cooked the rice, he goes to make the foundation for the kang. Once the foundation is ready, the rice will be almost the same."
When it’s cooked, take a break after eating, and then go to the village chief’s house to cook on the Kang.”
Ye Qingqing glanced at Cheng Mo.
Cheng Mo had a little smile on his expressionless face and asked Ye Qingqing, "Are you going to be in the Kang table business in the future?"
"That's what I thought." Ye Qingqing responded to him.
Ye Dawu continued, "Yes, my eldest niece and I are the Pan Kang duo. My father asked me to learn Pan Kang from my eldest niece. From now on, the Kangs in these eight villages will belong to both of us!"
The attitude of a big boss.
Cheng Mo said: "Can you bring me one?"
Maybe it's because his son usually doesn't talk much, but when he said this, even his father raised an eyebrow.
Ye Dawu asked doubtfully, "You don't want to hunt anymore?"
Cheng Mo said: "I want to take a break and make a kang. Can you take me with you? I have no problem mixing mud now, and I can also lay a kang base. You can check and accept my kang base later."
Cheng Mo looked at Ye Qingqing.
Of course Ye Qingqing is willing.
Not to mention that she and Ye Dawu would not be able to bear the burden of being forced to sit on the bed. If they were to go to other villages alone and be bullied, it would be good to have one more person, and Cheng Mo was really good at his job.
Furthermore, it would be better if her team had more people. The more people there were, the better she and her father would be able to stand in Yuyu Village.
"Okay! Our team has grown stronger again." Ye Qingqing adjusted her calculations in her heart and agreed with a smile.
Cheng Mo's father said: "Since you are going to make money from this, have you figured out how to charge it?"
Ye Dawu glanced at Ye Qingqing.
He didn't seem to make up his mind at all.
Ye Qingqing said, "This is what I think. If we go to cook a kang for someone, if the other party takes care of the food and has both meat and vegetables, then we will pay 100 yuan for a new kang and 80 yuan for an old kang. If the other party does not take care of the food,
Then one hundred and twenty yuan for a new kang, and one hundred yuan for an old kang, you see if that works."
Ye Dawu was fussing over food, but he couldn't think of anything at all.
"This price is cheap. There are many people who can build kangs, but there are no people who can light a fire in the kang without making smoke in the house. A new kang is a hundred cents. Even if we only contribute the energy and not the materials, it is still cheap. This village
The price is 500 Wen for a new kang and 400 Wen for an old kang renovated. This includes meals.
Not including rice, the price for a new kang in the village is 600 yuan, and for an old kang to be renovated, it is 500 yuan.
For those from other villages, the toll will be added based on the distance.”
After Cheng Mo finished speaking, Ye Qingqing's mouth opened wide, "Five hundred coins? Half a tael? People will call me a black heart."
Cheng Mo smiled and said, "You are worth this price, don't lower yourself."
You are worth this price, don't lower yourself. These words straightened Ye Qingqing's back.
Has she been a bit pretentious lately?
Just this statement of approval makes my nose feel a little sour.
Just now I wanted to draw a clear line with Cheng Mo.
"This is my family's money. It includes rice, meat and vegetables. It's 900 coins old and new." Cheng Mo put the 900 coins copper plate on the table and "counted it."