Because of Zhou Yun's family next door, the Fu family has developed the habit of closing the door when eating.
Hearing the noise outside, Fu's mother, who was sitting by the door, quickly responded and got up to open the door.
Everyone looked outside.
Standing at the door was the male educated youth in the yard, Wu Shuhua.
The educated youth went to the countryside at different times. Wu Shuhua was one of the earliest to come to the Shinianzi Brigade and was also the big brother of these educated youth.
Normally, he is the one who organizes and discusses things, so he must have something to do this time.
Fu Wangshan knew that he was an honest man, so he said, "Shuhua, do you want to come in and sit down?"
Wu Shuhua showed a simple and honest smile: "No, uncle and aunt, I will let you know if there is anything."
"What's up?"
"It's like this," Wu Shuhua said, "The autumn harvest is almost done, so we thought we should all go to the mountains to collect some firewood this afternoon."
After a pause, he explained, "This thing is used for boiling water and cooking, and now the firewood behind the kitchen is almost gone."
The educated youth shared the kitchen and firewood. The Fu and Yang families had just arrived and were rushing to harvest, so it didn't matter if they used some.
But now the firewood is almost gone, and everyone will need to use it together later, so of course the two families have to go up the mountain to collect firewood as well.
Otherwise other educated youth will have objections.
Taking into account Jiang Yuman's special physical condition, Wu Shuhua also specifically told her that she didn't have to go.
Fu Wangshan nodded: "How long will it take?"
"In a little while, we will call for help in the yard."
"Okay." The Fu family had no objection.
Because Wu Shuhua still had to go and inform the Yang family, he exchanged a few more polite words and then left.
Mother Fu closed the door and continued to sit down to eat.
Fu Haitang said while eating Roujiamo: "Mom and Dad, I heard from the villagers that it is very cold here in winter, and we have to heat the kang when the weather turns cold."
After the winter wheat is planted, there will be nothing to do throughout the winter and I will just stay at home all day long.
If the kang is not heated, people will be frozen into ice sculptures inside and outside the house.
"There is no kang in our room." Jiang Yuman mentioned this.
The houses built by the villagers to accommodate the educated youth were all built casually after the policy of sending educated youth to the countryside was implemented.
How could it be possible to have a kang everywhere?
As for the kangs in the houses of other educated youth, they were made by themselves after they went to the countryside.
Fu Wangshan said with a serious expression: "After we finish these few days of work, we will quickly repair the kang."
The whole family is busy with their work and their attention is not on this at all.
Mother Fu also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's no problem for us adults, but when our grandchildren are born, how can they withstand the cold?"
Of course, not only babies but also women who have just given birth should not catch cold.
Postpartum illness is a lifelong problem.
"Can you do it?" Fu Haitang asked curiously.
Mother Fu said unhappily, "When your father was stationed in the cold border area with his troops, didn't he do everything himself?"
Fu Wangshan made the final decision: "Even if you can't remember some parts clearly, just ask Zhenjiang."
As a native of here, Yao Zhenjiang should be able to do it.
As winter is approaching, this matter cannot be delayed any longer and must be completed as soon as possible.
Fu Jingchen obviously thought so too, and went to Yao's house after dinner.
When it comes to his wife and children, he is the one who cares most.
When Yao Zhenjiang heard the purpose of his visit, he said, "I know how to do this, don't worry, brother Chen. I will help you after we get all the food from the public."
Fu Jingchen nodded: "Thank you very much."
"Why are you so polite to me?" Yao Zhenjiang said as he let his daughter lie on his shoulder and patted her back gently.
The baby was very small during the confinement period, not much bigger than his hand.
Just at this moment the little girl started crying, and seeing him in a panic, Fu Jingchen went back home.
In the room, Jiang Yuman was knitting with a needle.
She can't make clothes, but she can knit scarves, which is also quite simple.
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