Grandma’s voice was very soft, her answers seemed casual, and the process of planting sunflowers was light.
"It's the sunflowers you planted last year, the seeds left over."
Xu Qingzhi was startled. When he went to look, he saw dozens of sunflowers growing in the vegetable field.
But I don’t know if I planted the wrong seeds, and the sunflower grew very small.
Just like this, they are not neatly scattered in the vegetable field, some two or three plants are next to each other, and some are standing alone.
It's messy, but because there are dozens of them, it looks good overall.
The melon seeds grown this time were fried by my grandma, and they were original.
At that time, what Xu Qingzhi disliked the most were plain melon seeds and spiced melon seeds. He only liked to eat those with flavor, such as fragrant melon seeds, walnut-flavored ones, etc.
I don’t know whose stomach most of the melon seeds fell into in the end.
Many years later, Xu Qingzhi fell in love with original melon seeds for no reason.
She poured some diluted spiritual spring water into the ground while there was no one around.
But in Taoshui Village, it is a different village.
You lie under the lounge chair and look at the green buds under the persimmon tree. The crow is standing under the branches pecking feathers and preening itself.
Xu Qingzhi raised his head and smiled, "Here comes the workman."
Even the pictures were drawn. Xu Qingzhi told your father about the needs.
Xu Furuo called the brick factory.
In the past ten years, fewer and fewer people have built their own houses in the countryside. This brick-burning place is still there, and the business is wrong.
Yao Xuyu just takes care of that matter, leave it to your dad.
"Boss, you have arrived at the entrance of Taoshui Village. Pick up the oncoming car and drive where you want."
Xu Qingzhi came back from the back mountain, and her father just came back from the fields. He was wearing overboots, and his trouser legs were inevitably stained with mud.
She feels that the original flavor of melon seeds is more popular with her than those fancy flavors.
You take it out and see the note for the incoming call - Tudou.
"By the way, Qingzhi, I think our loquats are bearing fruit, and we need to build a factory in the back hill."
It's bad at 7 or 8 o'clock in the morning. If I pass by this place after school in the morning, the smell outside the space will hit my nose. When I take a breath, it's like taking a puff of cigarette and cutting my throat and lungs.
Xu Qingzhi had already had this idea.
It is imperative to build a factory in Qianshan.
We also use what is called an engineering team to build a house. We can find a few veterans from outside the village who know how to build houses.
At this time, there is always a popular news online, saying that some people are abducted and sold outside brick factories to work for free. They are paid and locked up to make bricks, and they have no freedom.
The cell phone outside the pocket rang.
After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingzhi opened WeChat and saw your mother walking out of the house.
Every time I have to transport the vegetables to a place outside my house for slow delivery, when the quantity is large, it gets bad, but when the quantity is low, it is still tiring.
When I get older, my ability to make connections is really top-notch, and there is clearly a reason for it.
There is only a tool room in the front mountain, but it is still big enough for a place like this.
Xu Qingzhi: "If he adds you on WeChat, you share your location with him, and he can drive over."
You took a deep breath, the air was fresh, and took a sip of chrysanthemum tea.
Just make it, that kind of design is also required. Rectangular or square will do. If there are no windows for ventilation, there cannot be several separate rooms outside.
Look, there's no one locked up here.
Now I plan to plant a patch of sunflowers for this reason.
After the bricks were finished, Xu Furuo contacted Hesha Cement again. Those were in another town farther away.
For that reason, Xu Qingzhi always took a quick look every time he passed this brick factory.
Xu Qingzhi's seventh and eighth grade studies at university were further away from home. If you were a first-year general student, you would always pass by the brick factory on your bicycle.
Mu Mingqian: "Bad."
"Who's coming?"
Xu Qingzhi nodded and agreed: "Dad, I have to get one. It can also be used as a warehouse."
She began to miss the taste of her grandma's fried melon seeds.