Qi Mo Nan looked down upon the dead branches and rotten wood that Zi Yi had picked up. He borrowed an axe from someone, chopped down a dead tree and dragged it back. The villagers who went to the mountain to collect firewood saw this and were extremely envious. If only they had the strength, they wouldn't have to use an axe to chop at the woods for a long time to get a bundle of firewood. If they just dragged a tree back, how long would it take to burn it?
Qi Monan split the dead tree into strips of similar length in the yard and stacked them neatly next to the firewood shed. Thinking of the cold winter that lasted for several months here, he remembered the cowshed where his grandfather lived. Although the shed was not drafty, it could definitely not withstand the real cold.
Qi Mo Nan was staring at the firewood pile in a daze. Song Yun came out of the kitchen to get some fresh air. Seeing Qi Mo Nan standing in front of the firewood pile in a daze, she asked, "What are you thinking about? You look so serious."
Qi Mo Nan thought of Song Yun's parents who also lived in a cowshed, and her house had kangs in all four rooms. Perhaps she had already made plans, so he asked, "The conditions in the cowshed won't last through the winter. What are your plans?"
Song Yun pointed to her neatly arranged yard and asked, "Aren't the rooms ready?"
Qi Monan frowned, "But how are you going to bring them over? Not to mention the village, the Revolutionary Committee won't agree either."
Song Yun smiled and said, "When the heavy snow closes the mountains and roads here, it doesn't matter whether they are willing or not. They can still fly over to take care of this matter. As long as the villagers have no objection, it's fine."
Being remote also has its advantages. She asked Captain Liu, and when November comes, the villagers will not be able to leave, and similarly, people from outside will not be able to come in.
Before November, she could have her parents and grandparents stay at her house quietly, only at night.
After November, she would naturally find a way to get the villagers to agree to let them live in her house. In short, she had everything planned out. Her plan had originally been only 70% certain. But today, she received her medical license, and that 70% certainty had become 100%.
Qi Mo Nan was a smart man, and he quickly figured out Song Yun's plan. The heavy burden on his heart disappeared without a trace, and he felt relieved. "Thank you!"
Song Yun waved her hand. "No need. When my parents first came here, Elder Qi and Elder Mo also helped them a lot. I saw how affectionate they were towards each other, and they almost recognized us as godparents. Maybe we can become brother and sister in the future."
"Impossible!" Qi Mo Nan blurted out.
He doesn't want to be her brother or sister.
Song Yun laughed heartily. "Why is that impossible? Just wait and see. Your grandfather really likes my dad and me, too. Maybe one day he'll recognize me as his granddaughter."
Qi Monan thought of the loving look his grandfather had when he was staring at Uncle Song, and took a deep breath. No, he had to go to Yangpo tonight and tell his grandfather that he absolutely could not recognize him as his godparent, absolutely!
In the evening, Qi Mo Nan went to Qiyangpo alone. There was pear paste boiling in the pot. Song Yun couldn't leave, so Zi Yi had to help Song Yun stir the pear juice, otherwise her hands would get sore from stirring all the time.
When Qi Mo Nan came back, there was a smile on his face, probably because he had gotten the OK. He also brought back the measurements of four people, which Song Yun needed to make winter clothes.
"I'll stir it, you guys take a break." Qi Mo'nan walked to the pot, took the wooden spoon from Song Yun's hand, and stirred the pear juice in the pot, which was already very thick, just like Song Yun did just now.
Seeing that it was getting late, Song Yun asked Ziyi to light the fire while she went to the outdoor stove to boil water. She planned to take a bath and wash her hair. She had slept in the hospital bed today and she would feel uncomfortable if she didn't wash.
When Song Yun finished washing her hair and taking a shower, and returned to the kitchen with her hair loose and her body damp, the last pot of pear paste was ready. Qi Mo Nan was turning off the fire, and Zi Yi was already boiling water to prepare for washing.
She sighed in her heart, this man is so capable, but it's a pity that this free labor can't last long.
"Qi Mo Nan, when are you leaving?" Song Yun asked.
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