Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 29, repairing the house
  The two of them walked all the way to the yard.

Zhao Qishan is the captain of the militia. He has to guard the threshing floor every summer and autumn harvest. There are many graveyards nearby.

Naturally, I won’t be afraid of this haunted house anymore.

After coming in, I looked around.

Wang Qingsong looked at the incense case and was nervous, but thought that even if it was seen, it could be said that it was given to him by his second brother in the city.

Fortunately, Zhao Qishan did not go to the incense case.

He took the bamboo pole and poked it here and there, checking inside and out.

Finally, he nodded: "The beams are fine, but the roof really needs major repairs. They are all rotten. The corn stalks are also rotten in the missing parts, but the boards are fine."

Wang Qingsong looked happy when he heard this: "Uncle Qishan, how long will it take to cultivate this? How many people are needed?"

Hearing this, Zhao Qishan thought for a moment and said, "It depends. If you want to hurry up, then five people can do it in two days. If you are not in a hurry, then three people can do it in three days. "

"Then five people, get it done as soon as possible and move in as soon as possible."

Naturally, the sooner the better, and then he said: "Uncle Qingsong, I don't have any cooking pots on the stove and I won't eat here. I will give you food. How many kilograms of food do you think?"

Zhao Qishan hesitated after hearing this.

This is hard to say.

If we go by the past, it would be about one and a half kilograms of grain and vegetables a day.

But now food is so valuable.

After thinking for a while, he asked: "One and a half pounds of corn crumbs per person, what do you think?"

Five people weigh 7 and a half kilograms, which is indeed a lot.
  But this is for two days.

Wang Qingsong thought for a while, and if he grinded it, he could actually grind it down a lot. Even if it weighs one pound, someone would probably do it.

If you can get some food outside, you can save some money for your family.

But he didn't do that.

After thinking about it, I agreed directly.

"Okay, Uncle Qishan, can you help me organize it? I don't understand, but the food I gave you is the steamed buns and corn buns I brought back from school, which were dried and brought back. Damn it. Can we watch it together?"

He didn't dare to take out the white noodles so extravagantly.

That thing was either sold or eaten secretly.

When he heard that there were also white-flour steamed buns, Zhao Qishan naturally happily agreed: "Okay, they are all grain anyway, and the same goes for dried ones."

Then he asked: "What should I do if I eat the food?"

Wang Qingsong smiled: "It's okay. I'm going to see my second brother today. My second brother said he would find a way to get some for me when the time comes."

After hearing this, Zhao Qishan stopped asking any more questions.

His second brother had a very rich father-in-law, and everyone in the village knew about it.

"Since you are not worried about food, I will get it for you."

Wang Qingsong smiled when he saw this: "Okay, I'll leave it to you! I'll deliver the things to you in the evening, and you can help me organize them."

Zhao Qishan smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll find someone for you. We'll start working on it tomorrow. Let's fix it and move in early. Then I'll leave first!"

After that, he said hello and left.

No one said anything about the materials.

There are corn straws and wheat straws in the production team. If someone wants to use them to build a house, no one will say anything.

And I still need to get some corn stalks to make a fire for cooking later!
  Seeing that the people were gone, Wang Qingsong was thinking that the things had to be taken away as soon as possible, and it would definitely not work if they were left here.

Thinking of something, he walked towards the corner.

Coming to the east, there is an open space between the courtyard wall and the house. There are many dead branches and leaves scattered here.

This is the cellar that every household has.

In previous years it was used to store sweet potatoes.

After groping there for a while, I found a wooden board among the piles of dead leaves and gently opened it.

A musty smell came over me.

Wang Qingsong waited for the smell to dissipate, then he stretched his head and looked down.

It was dark inside, but you could vaguely see that the cellar was empty and there was nothing there.

This needs to be burned, otherwise it won't be usable.

Things must not be placed here for the time being, otherwise it would be bad if someone opens it and sees it.

After making sure it was still usable, he covered the dirty wooden board again, and then he went back and took out the piece of meat.

After thinking about it for a while, I took out the remaining three handfuls of round noodles.

Today is the New Year, no matter what, we must improve the food.

He was also very greedy.

When was the last time you ate meat?
  It seems that a year ago, when the elder brother just got married, he was given half a catty of meat during the Chinese New Year, and the family shared it. He ate two or three slices, and the younger sister also had two slices, one of which was given to him.

Because meat needs labor force to eat.

Especially Wang Ping, who was a bitch. Because he didn't get into junior high school, his work points were evaluated in the second half of last year, so he could start working.
  Although there are only 5 work points, it is still considered half of the labor force.

I ended up eating five or six slices. Thinking about it makes me angry.

After finishing it, he looked at the house and felt something was wrong.

Because the room with a heated kang is larger than the one across the door, but from the outside, it feels like the two sides are equally big!

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't figure it out, so I took my things and went back.

When I got home, I saw Xiao Zao preparing to cook porridge, and the corn flour with corn cobs was ready.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Wang Qingsong quickly stopped her.

"What's wrong, Brother Qingsong?"

"Let's eat this today."

After saying that, he put the things on the chopping board, went to the washstand, and washed his hands.

"This...is this noodles? Is this meat?"

Xiaozao was shocked when she saw something.

Although she had never seen dry noodles before, she was not stupid and knew they were noodles.

Because there are dried noodles sold in the city.

Wang Qingsong came over after washing his hands, tore off the paper outside the noodles, put the noodles into a bamboo basket nearby, and threw the package into the stove naturally.

Then he smiled and said, "Well, today we eat boiled noodles. The meat will also be put in and cooked later."

"elder brother!"

While talking, Xiaomai came out of it in a daze.

Wang Qingsong smiled and rubbed her head: "Wheat, let's eat meat today! Let's eat white noodles."

"Meat? Where?"

Wheat, who was originally in a daze, immediately brightened up when he heard there was meat and looked around.

When he saw the fist-sized piece of meat, the little guy swallowed his saliva.

"A lot of meat!"

Wang Qingsong smiled when he heard this: "Put more. Xiaozao, you have cooked the meat and noodles. Today we will eat noodles and meat. I will go to the village first. Uncle Qishan and I have agreed to give it to Wang Lao Xi’s house needs to be repaired.”

Eating a meal of meat during the Chinese New Year is still acceptable.

He will naturally not be like this later.

And the meat wasn't much, probably only three or four pounds, a piece of hind leg meat.

After saying that, without waiting for the two stunned people, he entered the room.

"Qingsong, how is the house over there? Can you live in it?"

As soon as she came in, Widow Feng asked with a smile.

"I asked Uncle Qishan, and he said it's no problem. If it doesn't rain these days, it can be done in two or three days. The kang and stove are in good condition, and once the roof is repaired, people can live in it."

As he talked, he went to find his own cloth bag to hold the food.

Seeing his actions, Widow Feng knew that she was hiring people to work for food.

So I asked: "How many people were found and how much food were given?"

Wang Qingsong told her what had been discussed.

Widow Feng looked distressed: "You gave me too much. One pound of grain per person is enough, and you also have fine grain!"

Wang Qingsong nodded.

If you insist on a counteroffer, you can still pay it back.

But he had never done this before, so he agreed because he felt he could accept it.

After all, climbing up stairs takes a lot of energy.

"Forget it, it's all said and done."

In the past, he would have saved as much as he could, because even a little food could kill someone, but now he has some confidence.

Widow Feng didn't say anything when she saw this.

"Auntie, I'll go over first!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Qingsong said hello, picked up the bag and left.

As soon as he came out, Xiaozao hurriedly asked: "Is this all cooked? This is too much! Will you be able to live in the future?"

Then he asked: "Where did you get this meat?"

Wang Qingsong naturally had no way to explain, so he could only say perfunctorily: "Just leave it alone."

Then he smiled and said: "Okay, it's all cooked. I have something else to do and go to Uncle Qishan's house."

After speaking, he took his things and left.

Xiao Zao was left with a hesitant look on his face.

(End of this chapter)