Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 62

After the meal was served, some people sat on the ground, some people sat down on a stone, and the big guys buried their heads in eating.

"Today's chewables are fine."

"That's right, look at the fat, how fat it is."

"It's much better than what Xu Laocai did when he renovated the house."

"Aren't you talking nonsense, just like Xu Laocai, it would be nice if you could have a full meal at his house, and you still want to pick and choose? It's a good idea."

Everyone chatted, talked and laughed while eating, even in the late autumn of mid-October, the scene was still in full swing.

Those who came from afar to help like Zhang Guoqiang were let into the house by He Ping, and specially opened a bottle of wine for them.

"Today's work is too rough, there is nothing to entertain, please take care of it." He Ping poured Zhang Guoqiang a glass of wine and said.

"You're too polite, what else do you want when there's wine and food here?" Zhang Guoqiang was very hungry after working all morning, so he opened his mouth to eat.

After lunch, everyone rested for half an hour and regained their energy from the morning.

The wall was built in one afternoon. There is no wall insulation in Northeast China. If the house wants to be warm, it has to rely on the thickness of the wall. The outer wall of the thirty-seventh wall or even the fifty-seventh wall is the standard configuration of this era (37 cm, 50 cm).

One must know that what He Ping's house built was not the standard three-room house that people in the team often built. What he built was a three-bedroom and two-living room structure that imitated the house pattern of later generations.

Covering an area of ​​more than 100 square meters, the amount of masonry is more than 70 cubic meters. Everyone is mixing mortar and transporting bricks and stones. It takes half a day to build the wall, which is definitely hard work.

Towards evening, He Ping asked Dongmei's sister-in-law to prepare meals, and Dongmei's sister-in-law persuaded: "He Ping, there is no need, anyone who builds a house will provide a meal at noon."

He Ping was taken aback when he heard the words, it wasn't because he wanted to save a meal, so he offered such sincere help to everyone, and he was willing to invite a few more meals.What he realized was that if he built a house today and provided two meals, then other families in the team would not be able to provide another meal when they built houses. If he is a good person and raises the standard, other families will feel uncomfortable.

Of course he knew the story of Zigong's redemption, thanks to Dongmei's sister-in-law who reminded him, otherwise he would have to complain in the team in the future.

After sending off the helpers in the team, He Ping dragged his exhausted body to heat up the leftover lunch.

Xiao Zhuer just came back from school and helped to light the fire.

"Dad is tired today, let me deal with it tonight."

Xiao Zhu'er nodded sensiblely. He was very happy when he went to school this morning. The family was going to build a house.

After arriving at school, Xiao Zhu'er didn't even have the time to go to class, she was full of thoughts about the house, if it was built according to what her father said, what would this house be like, it must be better than the houses in the city.

After a day of mind wandering in class, Xiao Zhuer hurried back home, and saw the house made of red bricks and rubble in the village from a long distance away, and his heart became more and more joyful.

Not to mention eating leftovers, Xiao Zhu'er was happy even if she didn't eat.

The father and son went to bed after eating. He Ping had to build a house tomorrow, and Xiao Zhu'er had to go to school tomorrow.

The home of Director Mao of the commune.

Just after eating, Director Mao's lover picked up the bowls and chopsticks to wash the dishes, said a few words to his daughter as usual, and Director Mao took care of the calf as usual.

"Xiao Zhang asked for leave today, and said that He Ping wanted to build a house, so he went over to help." Director Mao said in a chatty manner.

"Really? I haven't heard He Ping mention it." Mao Chunhua said in surprise.

He Ping didn't come to the book club recently, she just thought that He Ping had a lot of business, but she didn't expect that he was actually building a house.

"How is the house built? What does it look like?"

"I don't know, it was just built today."

As soon as the girl mentioned He Ping's affairs, she became interested. Director Mao knew it clearly, and he was also very optimistic about this young man.

It is cultured to write a good article; it is caring to adopt orphans when one's own conditions are difficult; it is responsible to contribute money and efforts to help the team run primary schools to improve school conditions.

Such outstanding young people are rare no matter when they exist, and Director Mao is happy to see his daughter's interest in him.

"Then I'll go and have a look tomorrow."

"Are you not going to work tomorrow?"

"Please take a leave of absence. He Ping is also a comrade of our reading club. I, the president of the reading club, have to help out."

Seeing that his daughter was trying to cover up, Director Mao didn't say a word, and said with a faint smile: "We should go and see, we are all comrades, help each other."

Mao Chunhua thought about it again, "No, I'll call a few more people, what can I do by myself, more people can help."

After speaking, he ran out in a hurry.

Director Mao's lover came over with a plate of sliced ​​apples after washing the dishes, "What are you doing running out like crazy, girl?"

Director Mao smiled and said nothing.

Han Tun Han Zhaojun's home.

Han Zhaoshe was lying on the kang talking to his parents and second brother about going to He Ping's house to help today.

"Second brother, you don't know, the stewed noodles with pork and sauerkraut for lunch today is really delicious. The pork is as thick as a finger, with three layers, and it sucks and sucks."

"You can do it, take your halazi away."

Seeing that his younger brother looked like a glutton reincarnated, Han Zhaojun hit him.

Han Zhaojun didn't go to He Ping's house to help today, but went to He Ping's house for a while in the morning. Although he didn't go to help, many people who went to help today spoke to Han Zhaojun before going to He Ping's house to help.

A chicken farm is inseparable from people, and there must be someone to take care of it. He Ping usually has a lot of things to do. Han Zhaojun takes care of the chicken farm most of the time. The division of labor between the two is very tacit.Something seems wrong.

"How is Gai today?" Father Han Yuzheng asked.

"After the wall is finished, the beams can be erected tomorrow, and then the ground is laid and the doors and windows are installed." Han Zhaoshe said.

"Not so fast. I heard from Brother He Ping what he thought. The house was built according to the city's standards. After the beams are finished and the ground is finished, the house is at most half built, and there are still many processes to be done later. What about?" Han Zhaojun said.

Mother He Liqin was a little puzzled, "This cultural person has a lot of ideas, and he still needs to cover the city, how much does it cost?"

"Why are you afraid of spending money? Brother He Ping is so rich. Last time, the manuscript fee was only more than 400 yuan. He wrote two novels to build a house." Han Zhaoshe said carelessly.

"That's true. If you want to say that you have to be a cultural person to make money, look at them, you can earn hundreds of dollars just sitting at home." Mother He Liqin lamented how easy He Ping made money, and then thought of Han Zhaoshe , "Tell me about you, let you go to school and don't go to school. What's the use of studying hard every day? It's good to study a little. We don't expect to make money with our hands. At least we don't have to rely on the sky for food, and we have some supplies." A lot of food is a good thing."

Han Zhaoshe didn't dare to argue, and whispered: "Mom, you can scratch me on anything."

(End of this chapter)