Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 88
Hutou Mountain.

Fat Miao'er led the way, and Su Qingfeng followed behind with an ax in hand.

When he was eating just now, he saw that the stools of Fat Miao'er's house were borrowed from the next door, so he thought about cutting down some trees before leaving to make them a few sets of simple wooden stools.

He has lived in the mountains since he was a child, surrounded by trees, and the houses are all built of wood. He has no other crafts, and simple carpentry is not difficult for him.

"Uncle, is this one okay?"

Fat Miao'er bounced and ran ahead, looking left and right with her big black eyes, searching carefully.

Suddenly he stopped, pointing to a tall and straight tree not far away and asked.

"No!" Su Qingfeng shook his head.

"This is a willow tree. It is shady in nature and has a thin porous structure. It is not suitable for furniture."

As the saying goes, the willow does not go to court, and the willow does not sleep with the willow. This is the reason.

Su Qingfeng raised his hand and tapped on the willow tree twice.

After hearing this, Fat Miaoer nodded half-understanding, but her consciousness sank into the encyclopedia of space, quickly searching for the characteristics of willow trees. As Su Qingfeng said, they are indeed not suitable for furniture.

"Uncle, what kind of tree should I use?" Fat Miaoer asked.

Su Qingfeng said: "Birch, elm, red pine, and white pine are all acceptable. The main thing is that they are durable and resistant to water and corrosion."

Red pine, white pine, birch, elm...

Fat Miao'er thought for a while and recalled: "There are pine trees over there, let's go and have a look."

"Okay!" Su Qingfeng raised his heels and stepped behind Fat Miao'er.

After a while, the two arrived at a place where white pine trees grew densely. Su Qingfeng chose one that was not too thick and easy to take back and chopped it down.

seven days later.

Fat Miao'er's corn has all been threshed, and the weight is one thousand catties, which is equivalent to a mass production of five hundred catties per mu. For the ancient times that lacked fertilizers, it was a good harvest.

They were overjoyed and wanted to drag them to the mill to grind them all into cornmeal, but Su Dashan stopped them in time.

"If you have a donkey, buy a stone mill and grind it yourself. You can save a lot."

Su Dashan thought that he would stay here for a while, and he happened to give them a helping hand in his free time, grinding out cornmeal.

"We can't grind all the corn, and we have to keep some of it for tax!"

Pay taxes?

Fat Miao'er was taken aback, and patted her forehead. Su Dashan reminded her that every year after the autumn harvest, tax officials would come to the village with yamen servants to collect taxes and grains.

The tax grain is one-tenth of the yield per mu. She has four mu of land. According to the standard of previous years, she has to pay [-] catties of grain.

The corner of Fat Miao'er's mouth twitched, revealing a look of pain.

I thought to myself, when I signed the document at Zhou's house, I didn't mention paying taxes, so I don't know if they will share half of it.

"The tax is so heavy!"

Fat Miao'er shook her head, drove away this thought, took out money from her purse and handed it to Wei Shu, asking him to buy a stone mill in the town.

On the other side, with continuous hard work in the past few days, Su Qingfeng has peeled and polished the felled trees and made them into four stools, three small ones, and seven stools.

Made another chair today.

He saw that there were four chairs in the main room, and it was difficult to distinguish between five people, so he specially made it for them.

"Fat Meow, come here and see if the knot is strong." Su Qingfeng raised his head and waved.

"Uncle, your craftsmanship is really good!"

Fat Miao'er ran over, sat on her buttocks, bumped twice, it was steady and strong.

"It's good, it's far worse than those craftsmen, and it can only be used to deal with it."

Su Qingfeng was still a 20-year-old guy with a thin skin. After being praised by Fat Miao'er, a thin blush appeared on his dark face.

"No, I think it's fine!"

Fat Miao'er stood by the chair and watched it over and over again. Except for the immature technique, it was no different from the ones displayed in the main room.

"Of course, your uncle's hand is a coincidence!"

Mentioning this, Su Dashan had a smile on his face.

"He has talent in this area, and he has also learned from our mountain carpentry..."

"Father, stop talking!"

Su Qingfeng interrupted Su Dashan's words, and the smiling face just now fell down, and the smile disappeared.

"Oh!" Su Dashan sighed, shook his head helplessly, but didn't say anything.

Fat Miao'er, who was standing aside, blinked, looked at Su Qingfeng with a forbearing look on his face, and then looked at Su Dashan with melancholy in his eyes.

I thought to myself: There is a story in this!

None of the three spoke, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

In the end, Su Dashan coughed twice, and said to Su Qingfeng: "Qingfeng, I don't think there are enough baskets and baskets at Fat Miao'er's house, you go to the mountain and cut some wicker, I'll weave some for her, and keep it as a spare. "

"Okay dad, I'll go right now."

In the past two days, Su Qingfeng already knew the way when he went up the mountain to cut trees, so he didn't need Fat Miaoer to lead him, so he took the sickle and went straight to Hutou Mountain.

After he left, Su Dashan pulled up a stool and sat in the courtyard to skin the frog, while Fat Miao'er carried Su Qingfeng's new stool and sat down.

Su Dashan glanced at it, and said with a smile: "You children can really figure out how to make this frog so delicious."

Su Dashan licked the corners of his lips as he spoke. He lived at Fat Miao'er's house for the past few days, and he almost couldn't stop eating boiled frogs. He fell in love with this mouthful of everything he ate.

Before he went to bed at night, he thought about how hard it would be to go back to the mountains after eating these oily things every day to keep his stomach full.

People are like this, they don’t feel bitter if they haven’t experienced good things, and they can’t forget the taste after experiencing them.

"It's no wonder that people in the mountains are envious of the life outside the mountains. After living here for a long time, I really don't want to leave!"

Su Dashan lowered his eyes and said with emotion in his heart.

"Then grandpa will stay here!"

Fat Miao'er didn't think much about it, as a modern cat, moving house was normal for her.

"Find a house here and take over grandma, uncle, second uncle, and aunt. It's in Dashi Village. Then you can ask Grandpa Lizheng to help you settle down." Fat Miaoer suggested.

"That won't work, it's not that simple."

Su Dashan shook his head with a smile, not paying attention to Fat Miao'er's childish words.

After all, their family has no house, no land, and no skills. After they come here, they can eat and drink whatever they want, so they might cling to Fat Miao'er and suck her blood.

"Oh..." Fat Miao'er elongated her voice, the corners of her mouth curled downward, feeling a little unhappy.

She still likes the relatives of the Su family very much.

Su Dashan and Su Qingfeng, in particular, were diligent and neat, helping them remove corn kernels, handle frogs, make benches, and weave baskets.

Really shared a lot for them, and let the five of them relax.

Fat Miao'er was a little bit reluctant for them to leave.

"Is anyone home?"

At this moment, there was a sound outside the door. It turned out that it was the frog from the village who had arrived.

Fat Miao'er got up and walked out.

The villagers handed over five frogs: "It's cold, and there are fewer frogs, so I only caught these few."

(End of this chapter)