The peasant girl is mighty

Chapter 22

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Lin Yu entered the library and flipped through books on bridge construction.

Zhang Bin entered suddenly, his clothes were soaked.

"it's raining outside?"

"Where it is raining, it is hot.

This damn weather is hotter than Africa. "

Indeed it is.

Although the original environment is very good, there is no car exhaust, no urban heat effect, but it is really hot, hotter than summer in big cities.

Zhang Bin went behind the screen to change his clothes. The belt was not tied properly, and the clothes were baggy, so it was cool.

"Aren't you hot?"

Lin Yu: "I'm used to it."

She is a person who grew up through hardships, and she doesn't feel uncomfortable when there is no air conditioner.

"Come into the mountains, it's cooler in the mountains." Lin Yu persuaded.

Zhang Bin picked up the book, neither objecting nor agreeing.

The two of them occupied one side and read a book quietly. They didn't realize that the time had passed until the candle was half burned.

"It's eleven o'clock so soon, I have to go back to bed." Lin Yu got up and walked outside.

Ever since Grandma found out that she went to the library to read, she often came to guard the door to see if she had gone back.

In order not to worry Grandma, she tried to leave the library before eleven o'clock.

"Here is a set of copybooks, take them out and practice more calligraphy."

Lin Yu was a little embarrassed, "Actually, I think charcoal is fine, brush writing is fine..."

Zhang Bin continued to flip through the book, but he didn't seem to hear what she said.

Lin Yu knew that this was a disagreement.

Picking up the things he brought, he didn't find the blank paper, thinking he put it somewhere else, but he didn't find anything missing.

"My lord, why is there no blank paper?"

"Paper is too expensive, it's too wasteful to practice calligraphy for you, you should practice on the slate for a few days first."

"Oh!" Cheapskate.

Starting from this day, Lin Yu had an extra task of practicing calligraphy every day.

Knowing that she wanted to practice calligraphy, Dad excitedly asked someone to go up the mountain to find stones for her to cut slates.

It was too slow to make a stone board, so he went to find a wooden board and got her a small one.

Wooden boards are much better than stone boards, and they are easy to carry, so she takes them with her wherever she goes.

Every day when we come together, she takes the pencil case, water bag, and wooden board with me.

Dashu went to open the way, and she sat on the side to supervise, practicing calligraphy and supervising the project.

The studious Wazi likes to squat beside her and study how to write with her.

Wa Zixue asked one by one, how to write, how to read, and what it meant.

As long as there is a question, Lin Yu will say it, and occasionally tell the story hidden behind the words.

She wrote on the board, and Wazi wrote on the ground with a branch.

Wazi saw that her wooden board was soaked and there was no room to write on, so he changed her for a wooden board.

After a long time, Wazi became her follower, and carrying the pencil case and taking the wooden board became Wazi's daily routine.

When the slate is ready, there will be an extra slate behind the tile.

The slate board is easier to use than the wood board, and the slate board dries quickly. When the left side is finished, the right side will be dry.

Days passed, the road moved forward, and when we continued to move forward, we encountered difficulties.

There is a rocky mountain ahead, which cannot be pushed, and the power of the bulldozer is not enough, so it needs to be charged statically.

Without explosives, the cost of manual excavation is too high. Lin Yu didn't think of a way for a while.

Don't postpone it for the time being, and give everyone a three-day holiday.

Every household has people to help, and the holiday is a happy thing. They want to make rice cakes to eat.

A lot of women gathered at Lin Yu's house to make rice cakes together. There are many people and quick hands, and the work is not tiring.

With a sound of "dong", Lin Yu suddenly appeared and sat down on the ground.

"Golden Phoenix, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, where did you come back from? Why is your face covered in ink?"

Lin Yu stood up, a little aggrieved.

"What's wrong?" Mom asked.

She stretched out her hand, "It's red."

"how did you make it?"

"The eldest son called. He said my handwriting was too ugly."

Grandma breathed a sigh of relief and didn't think there was anything wrong.

It's normal to be beaten and scolded if you don't do well.

"What's the matter, I used to sew clothes and was beaten by my mother all the time.

Isn't it good now.Practice more and you'll be fine. "

"Go over there and wait, it will be eaten soon."

"Oh."

Lin Yu went back to sit by the fire pond, with the old village owner on the left and Abba on the right.

They chatted while peeling soybeans.

Looking at Lin Yu's red palm, the old village owner was very relieved. He believed that reading and writing would always be better than digging.

Lin Yu picked up the fire stick, and pulled out a few yam eggs in the white dust.

Just as she was about to eat, Grandma came over, pinned her head, and wiped her face.

"It's dirty, it's like a black monkey." Grandma smiled and left.

After wiping it clean, Lin Yu still looks good.

Lin Yu said to the old village owner, "Let them all go back after five more days off."

The old village owner kept peeling the soybeans and asked, "What happened?"

"There's going to be a fight outside.

The sons of the two chieftains fought in the street for robbing the women.

The Tu family beat to death the Mu family's son-in-law, and the Mu family was angry but found someone to assassinate the Tu family's second young master. "

"This second young master is the next Chieftain."

"No, the two families are red-eyed, and they are about to fight.

The eldest son told us to stay away, don't get involved, if you get involved, you will die. "

The old village owner had a lot of thoughts, thought about it and said: "Whenever there is a turf grab or a fight, the road administrator will come to pick people.

They said they were working for the chieftain's family, and the wages were high, so many people followed suit. "

"Every time?"

"The reward offered by the chieftain is high, and many people are looking forward to fighting.

After a fight, some people died, and some people became rich. "

The old village master sighed, many good sons just disappeared.

"I don't care about other cottages, but my cottage is not allowed to go out.

If the road administration comes, we will open the way for important people, and each person will be dispatched.

Follow me, there will always be a day when you will get rich. "

The old village master spread the news.

Many men took the news back after eating the rice cakes, and were prepared to avoid dying if they went out.

It rained continuously for the next few days, and it was impossible to start work. Many people sat in the house, weaving straw ropes to peel soybeans.

The sky was gloomy, and the light rain kept beating the green leaves. A pair of swallows flew across the sky, and no one knew who would fall into the eaves of the house.

Lin Yu was wearing a thin coat, yawning, and was about to go back to sleep when he remembered that he didn't practice writing with a brush, so he got up and practiced calligraphy.

Relying on his own strength, Xiaoshu braved the rain and stepped on the puddles to go out to play with his friends.

After not writing a few words, Lin Yu lost his mind and remembered that the blind box was not opened today.

Step into the pagoda, click sign in, and go to the library with the blind box.

The eldest son has been talking about coffee recently, but unfortunately no coffee has been served.

"My lord, you are here, are you not going to the Yamen anymore?"

"Tupan wants to kill me and plant it on the Mu family. I'll hide in the library better."

Seeing Lin Yu's blind box, Zhang Bin was both looking forward to it and disappointed.

"Go ahead."

Zhang Bin thought silently: coffee beans, coffee beans, must be coffee beans.

"open."

Lin Yu picked up a small model.

Zhang Bin sat back disappointed, and asked angrily, "Did you buy coffee beans?"

"Yes, why not, it's all cat poop coffee.

Hey, there is another card... 500 grams of cat poop coffee beans! "

Zhang Bin jumped up, "Really, bring it."

The coffee beans changed from words to objects, making Zhang Bin laugh out loud.

(End of this chapter)