Seeing Shen Qiushu coming out of the house, Li Xiang stopped what she was doing and smiled at him awkwardly.
Chen Qiushu asked her impatiently: "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you that we want to live in this room?"
When Li Xiang heard this, she knew that Shen Qiushu had misunderstood. She waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, I didn't say that you can't live here. I just wanted to help you fix the windows."
"Are you so kind?" Shen Qiushu was a little unconvinced.
In order to convince Chen Qiushu, Li Xiang pointed to the broken window and said, "I took a rope to measure the size. You can choose the wood according to this."
Shen Qiushu looked at the windows that were broken by Shen Siyue, most of which were concentrated in the middle part.
If you want to repair it properly, you have to remove the original window and make a new window frame.
But Shen Qiushu thought that was too troublesome.
Anyway, it's still cold now, so as long as we find something to fix the broken parts and then find a way to plug the holes, we can use it.
When the weather gets warmer, there will be no need to repair it.
So he didn't use the hemp rope handed to him by Li Xiang to measure the wood, but directly split the rope into several small thin ropes.
Then find a few small wooden sticks of suitable thickness and connect and tie up the broken wood in the window frame.
Seeing him do this, Li Xiang asked in confusion, "Is this okay? It's not very strong, is it?"
Chen Qiushu waved his hand indifferently: "It's fine as long as it can be covered with paper. What's the problem with it being strong or not?"
It didn't take long for Chen Qiushu to connect the broken parts with wooden sticks.
Looking at his "masterpiece", he was quite satisfied.
It saves time and effort, not bad, not bad.
What was left was the torn window paper. Chen Qiushu tried several times, but if he didn't paste another layer, it wouldn't stick at all. He had to give up the idea of taking shortcuts.
He searched around the house but couldn't find suitable paper.
Finally, I had to take out the yellow paper used for the New Year.
Li Xiang stayed by his side, and when she saw him take out the yellow paper, she was shocked: "Old Third, you can't do this. This is for our ancestors. How can you use this to paste windows?"
But Shen Qiushu's hands never stopped working: "If not this one, what one should I use? You can find me some suitable paper!"
Li Xiang hurriedly went to the utility room to look around. There were sacks at home, but the window panes were in small pieces, and she was reluctant to cut open the sacks.
Apart from this, there is really no other paper in the house that can be used to paste the windows.
Chen Qiushu over there was pasting the yellow paper layer by layer because it was too thin.
Although Li Xiang did not find a substitute, she couldn't help but express her concerns.
"Yellow paper is for the dead. Wouldn't it be unlucky to paste it on the windows?"
Chen Qiushu looked back at her with some amusement: "Didn't you just say it was for the ancestors? Now I'm using the things for the ancestors to paste the windows, shouldn't the ancestors bless me even more?"
Li Xiang was left speechless by his nonsense.
Finally, the window of the small east room was barely leak-proof thanks to the patches of yellow paper on Shen Qiushu's left and right sides.
He was about to go back to the east room to take credit from Li Xiaoqin, but was stopped by Li Xiang.
"Third brother, Second Sister-in-law wants to ask you for definite answer. Can your second son be adopted by me and your second brother?"
Li Xiang has been brooding over this matter for a long time. She will be really restless if she is not given a definite answer.
Shen Qiushu felt somewhat proud when he saw her looking at him pleadingly.
A trace of contempt appeared unconsciously on his face: "You and my second brother are the same. Neither of us can give birth to a male child. It's really a bit bad!"
Li Xiang's face turned red after hearing what Shen Qiushu said.
She didn't know whether the "no" that Shen Qiushu said was referring to herself or Shen Xiashu.
But no matter who it is, not having a son is a pain in her heart.
"Third brother, please have mercy on me and your second brother and give me a definite answer. I beg you! Otherwise I really won't be able to eat or sleep." Li Xiang pleaded with Chen Qiushu in a low voice.
But Shen Qiushu seemed to think that she was quite interesting, and refused to agree or refuse directly, but said ambiguously: "Let's talk about it when we have the second child."
"Maybe the first baby will be a girl? Then the second baby will be our own!"
Li Xiang stamped her feet anxiously: "Bah, bah, bah, bad things don't work, but good things do. Xiaoqin is definitely pregnant with a son this time, so don't talk nonsense, third brother."
"Hahaha~~~" Chen Qiushu couldn't help laughing when he saw that Li Xiang was more worried about his wife's belly than himself, a soon-to-be father.
No matter how Li Xiang begged, Chen Qiushu refused to give a direct answer and only said that he would talk about it after the first child was born.
At the same time, he hinted to Li Xiang, asking her to take more care of Li Xiaoqin.
After all, she is a woman and has given birth, so she must understand better than a grown man like me.
Of course, Li Xiang nodded in agreement to all of this.
Then Li Xiang's work came immediately. Chen Qiushu pointed to the small east room and said, "Then you should heat up the kang first. It hasn't been heated for many days. The room is icy cold. What if Xiaoqin gets frozen again? What should we do?"
In order to please the third brother and his wife, Li Xiang happily went to get firewood to burn the house.
Chen Qiushu happily went into the house to ask Li Xiaoqin for credit.
"Wife, the window of that room has been repaired, and my second sister-in-law is heating the kang. When the room is warm, we can move in."
Chen Qiushu didn't hide it from anyone and started yelling as soon as he entered the house.
Li Xiaoqin glanced at Old Man Shen who had been lying there without moving, and she couldn't hold back the smile on her face.
She quietly gave Chen Qiushu a thumbs up.
Having been married to him for such a long time, she has figured out Shen Qiushu's temper.
He is the kind of person who can be made so happy that he doesn't know where to go as long as you coax him and praise him.
Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary or she was extremely angry, Li Xiaoqin would adopt a conciliatory policy towards him.
Hearing that the window had been repaired, Li Xiaoqin couldn't wait to go and see it.
As I walked out, I couldn't help but ask him, "How did you fix it so quickly? Do you have a ready-made window frame at home?"
Chen Qiushu kept her in suspense, saying, "You'll know when you go see it."
When Li Xiaoqin stood in front of the window of the small east room, she stared in amazement at the shit-yellow "patches" on the small grid of the window.
What is even more eye-catching is that there are some small wooden sticks tied on it.
At a glance, it looks like the shit that a village kid took in the wild, and there's a stick for wiping his butt next to it.
Li Xiaoqin: ...
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