Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 63 Friends come to help
Raising the beam is a big event. It stands to reason that firecrackers should be set off and a banquet should be held. However, He Ping has never had a superstitious habit. Uncle Liu picked a time, and with a symbolic shout, he transported the main beam of the house to the top of the wall.

Everyone cheered and slapped a few times, and continued to work.

After finishing the beams, we have to build the house.Logs are used as the main beam, and bamboo poles as thick as an adult's thumb are laid in the vertical direction, and then clean straws are laid on the top. The structure of the roof is completed, and the top is covered with notoginseng lime soil, which is rolled repeatedly with a roller. Finally, the roof is formed.

Now there are no waterproof materials. The waterproofing of the roof of the house depends entirely on the water absorption and slope finding of the lime soil. This is an old tradition for many years, and it is enough to survive the rainy days in the Northeast.

When He Ping was leading the people to work, Mao Chunhua also rushed to Hantun with a group of friends from the reading club. From a long distance away, he saw a house under construction at the head of the village.

Mao Chunhua waved to He Ping who was standing on the roof from a distance, "He Ping!"

As soon as He Ping looked up, he saw a group of people riding bicycles with a rather majestic momentum. In future generations, this is equivalent to a team driving a BMW Audi to the village.

He Ping took a closer look and found that they were all members of the book club, Mao Chunhua, Liu Aixia, Li Feng, Liu Jun...

It's pretty neat, when did I become so popular?
Apart from seeing it in the city, where have the commune members seen this kind of formation?

"Who is this?"

"Man, so many bikes."

"Didn't you hear someone calling He Ping? It must be He Ping's friend."

"All of them came here on bicycles, and it looks like they are eating food supplies."

He Ping stood on the roof and asked loudly, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that you are building a house, and we are here to help."

Mao Chunhua and the others rode up to them, parked the car, and started looking around, as if they wanted to help.

He Ping looked at everyone's clean and tidy clothes, and smiled wryly in his heart, you don't look like you are here to work.

However, He Ping was very happy, and he was able to come to help to show that he was very popular, "It's not necessary, it's almost done, and the rest of the work has to be done by the master."

"How can we do that? We came here specially to help. You have to arrange some work for us. Our reading club is not only to organize everyone to study, but we are obliged to help any member's family if they need help."

Liu Aixia on the side complained in her heart, "Sister, you and I founded this reading club, why didn't I know we still have this tradition, the reading club has been established for several years, and I have never seen you go to any member's house to help out!

He Ping scratched his head, this group of girls and boys were either from the commune or the county town, they might have done the work of dusting and mopping the floor on weekdays, but he didn't believe they could do the work like building a house,
"Then help pass the bamboo poles and straws." After thinking for a while, He Ping found an easy job for everyone.

The house-building team has grown again. Although the fighting power of the group that joined later is not as strong as the members who came to help, they are after all food supplies, so they can't help much, but they can become a talking point for the members.

"Look at other people. If you say that studying is still useful, you make friends in the city."

"People are deader than others. If you can write articles and publish them in magazines, you can also make friends like this."

"It's incomparable."

The soil in the core of the house had already been rammed once yesterday, and today Uncle Liu led the crowd to ram it again. He took a drill to pierce the ground, and then rolled a stone roller on the ground, "Okay, it's pretty firm." , mix cement to hit the ground."

Beating the ground is a delicate job. You must find a master to lighten and press the noodles. Uncle Liu is an expert.

The concrete for the ground was mixed according to the ratio instructed by Liu Sishu, and everyone used carts to transport the concrete into the house.

It is not a small project to lay the concrete floor on an area of ​​more than 100 square meters. People are pouring and vibrating. They use the soil method to pound in the concrete with drills and sticks. The purpose is to shake out the air bubbles inside the concrete and make the concrete structure Dense.

When the concrete was about to solidify, Fourth Uncle Liu and his young apprentices began to collect light on the ground. One ground was collected all afternoon, and in the evening, the light was finally finished.

He Ping looked at Liu Aixia's cat-like face, and the members of the book club behind her with black and white faces, and was deeply moved, "Thank you everyone, I came all the way to help, I will deal with it at noon, and please everyone in the evening Have a good meal."

Everyone said no, why would He Ping let him, he asked Dongmei's sister-in-law to help set up a banquet, and the meat he bought had been exhausted in the past two days, so He Ping asked Han Zhaoshe to go to the team to help order food from various sellers and meat.

While Dongmei's sister-in-law was preparing meals, He Ping, the host, chatted with everyone.

When it was almost five o'clock, Xiao Zhuer came back from school, looking at the house that had already been built, Xiao Zhuer had an uncontrollable smile on her face, and she wanted to live in a new house.

As soon as everyone saw Xiao Zhu'er coming back, they immediately surrounded him, everyone had admired Xiao Zhu'er's name for a long time.

"This is Xiao Zhu'er, come call Auntie."

"Call uncle, call uncle."

"What's your name uncle? We're only in our early twenties, so we're called brother."

"Are you stupid, brother, aren't you a generation below He Ping?"

"That's right, come on, call me uncle."

Xiao Zhuer looked at a group of strange aunts in front of her, mom, I want to find my father.

He locked his eyes on Dad from the siege of the crowd, and plunged in without saying a word.

"Children recognize their birth." He Pingan explained to everyone by stroking Xiao Zhu'er's head.

Mao Chunhua also said: "That's right, take a look at you, do you look like uncles and aunts, and see that you scare other people's children."

Liu Aixia rolled her eyes inwardly, who, who just called her Auntie at the top of her voice, this woman, once addicted to beauty, is really hopeless.

"These uncles and aunts are all good friends of Dad's reading club, and they came here today to help our family build a house."

He Ping patiently explained to Xiao Zhuer.

After hearing this, Xiao Zhu'er smiled at everyone, they are all here to help, so we have to show face.

Everyone talked for a while, Dongmei's sister-in-law prepared the table, and He Ping hurriedly invited everyone to eat.

"The humble house is simple. I am very grateful that everyone can come to help today. I will prepare a banquet and hope that everyone will eat and drink well. Come, I will offer you a toast."

We are all young people with similar hobbies. After working together today, our relationship is even better.

"It seems that we can really organize more labor in the future." Mao Chunhua sipped his wine glass, and a strange idea came to his mind.

(End of this chapter)