The hills of rocks had to be broken up by manpower and then carried away bit by bit in baskets. This was the most physically demanding part of the entire land reclamation process.
Sometimes, after hitting a large piece of stone, the knuckles would be cracked and the arms would not feel like their own.
Lin Rui definitely cannot do this kind of work, and even the younger generation such as Lin Zijun, Lin Zicheng and Lin Ziming are not qualified for it. Only veterans like Lin Changxi and Lin Changfa can do it.
Now adding a three-liang will achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Lin Rui saw piles of stones in baskets being carried in groups of three or two and headed towards the Huangmo River.
"Hey hey hey, Sanliang, what are you doing?" he shouted hurriedly.
Sanliang turned around and said, "Master, the masters said to throw it into the Huangmo River."
"Don't throw it away!" Stones are good things. Although they can't be used to build houses, they can be used to pave roads in their planned land!
In this way, the road will not be covered with mud and water due to people walking on it on rainy days, making it dirty.
It's not that they hadn't considered using stones to build houses, but it was too difficult to implement. Ancient times didn't have modern machinery to break stones into slabs or the shapes needed for building. Only royalty and nobility could afford to manually carve stones.
Irregular stones, unprocessed stones, especially gravel like this, are difficult to stack. There was no cement and concrete in that era. Common adhesives were glutinous rice water and mud. These two adhesives could not withstand the gravity of the stones, and the walls would crack and leak water later.
Secondly, it has poor thermal insulation performance and is not as good as mud walls and wooden walls.
These stones seem useless now, and the best use Lin Rui can think of at this stage is paving the road.
Lin Changxi looked at his son in confusion: "What use are we going to make of all these stones if we don't dump them into the river?"
"Paving the road!" Lin Rui replied. Although his own fields were a bit far from the planned land for building a house, it would be very fast if he used a cart or a wheelbarrow to load the land.
The other pioneers couldn't even use their tool carts, so they had to pick the ones with stones thrown nearby, but they didn't need to use any of them.
"Mu Tou, you and Dunzi push the cart over here!" Lin Changfa shouted. Their family had a cart, which was just enough to pull the stones back to where they lived.
Lin Pingmao's family also had a cart, and Lin Changshou quickly asked his son Lin Ziren to push it over to load stones.
There were more than 30 people in the Lin family, and not a single bite of food was eaten in vain. Except for Qingqing, the other children of the Lin family also squatted on the ground and pulled weeds with their hands. When they were tired, they would rest for a while, and then continue to work.
After fleeing famine along the way, they have become much more sensible.
Yes, even someone like Lin Rui, who doesn’t know the difference between crops and is lazy, has to work in the fields, not to mention the children.
Sanliang, Lin Changfa, and the others were working in the wasteland, knocking stones, wood, and pillars. A large and small child, along with the adults, were moving the knocked-off stones onto a cart and pushing them back. The eldest sister-in-law was stacking the pieces on her own land, a scene of frantic activity unfolding before everyone's eyes.
Damn it, damn it, Lin Rui was so tired that he almost cursed. At the beginning, he could still squat on the ground to cut the grass, but now he had to sit down completely. In such a cold day, the sweat on his head was hanging down like a waterfall. When he bent down to cut the grass, drops of sweat hit his hands directly, making him almost unable to hold the sickle steadily.
The two sisters were more skilled and faster at mowing the lawn than him, far ahead of him.
Clearing the land is harder than eating shit. He is almost exhausted. His waist is not his waist, his legs are not his legs, and his hands are full of blisters from holding the sickle handle.
I worked on and off until dark.
Yes, that's right! It was dark! Even lunch was skipped. In ancient times, most ordinary families didn't have lunch. They had one meal in the morning and one in the evening. The poorer families would just eat one meal a day.
Now, when it comes to reclaiming land, everyone wants to finish it tonight, sow the seeds tomorrow, and have a good harvest the day after tomorrow.
After crawling back to his own land in the planned area, Lin Rui felt so tired that his soul was about to leave his body.
Lying in the simple shack, he felt exhausted physically, but his soul was floating in the air. His arms, which were like boiled chickens, didn't even have the strength to lift them. For dinner, Feng Zhenniang prepared porridge with a lot of oil and salt.
Incidentally, since the relief grain arrived, the Lin family's public grain supply has officially ended. The others are temporarily unable to repay the grain owed to Lin Rui's family, so they can only owe it for now. Lin Rui is not in a hurry. For now, as long as they can live a good life and don't ask for help again, that's enough.
That night, Mu Tou looked at Lin Rui, hesitant to speak. When he looked up at Lin Rui for the thirteenth time, Lin Rui finally turned his head to look at him and asked, "Mu Tou, just say whatever you want to say. I'm exhausted by your hesitation!"
Mu Tou scratched his head embarrassedly, and took the bowl of porridge that belonged to Lin Rui from his grandmother. He was very attentive and was about to feed Lin Rui with a spoon.
If you're being nice to someone without any reason, you're either a traitor or a thief! Lin Rui squinted at him and said, "You need something from me, kid? Tell me now, don't try this on me."
Mu Tou blushed and leaned close to Lin Rui's ear: "Uncle, do you still have the chicken leg that caused diarrhea last time? I... I can't poop anymore..."
Lin Rui couldn't help but roll his eyes: "You're making it up, I'll just watch you make it up. Your grandfather even accompanied you to the toilet last night, did you think I didn't know?"
Mu Tou's face turned even redder, but the desire to eat meat prevailed: "Uncle, I want to eat chicken legs."
Now even Lin Changxi looked at his son with a gloomy gaze: "Rui'er, Dad wants to eat too."
Lin Rui... "Those chicken legs and wings are a bit spoiled. Do you remember the diarrhea I got after eating them last time?"
Zhao Qing chimed in: "It's not that serious. I just had diarrhea once. I mixed it with porridge and didn't have any reaction. I was really tired today, so I just wanted to eat some meat."
Sanliang's eyes were like wolves in the dark, staring at Lin Rui intently, waiting for his master's consent.
Lin Rui couldn't help but laugh and handed his hand to Mu Tou. Mu Tou was confused and said, "Uncle?"
"Help me up, otherwise how can I get it!" Lin Rui said.
Mu Tou's brows lit up immediately: "Great, great!"
Mu Tou helped Lin Rui to the cart. With the upgrade of the house, the contents of the refrigerator would be automatically updated. He had originally left a lot of vacuum-packed braised chicken legs and wings in the refrigerator. When he was eating public food on the road to escape famine, he would chop them up and put them in the porridge pot for everyone to eat. Now that the number of people has dropped sharply, his family will definitely be able to keep up.
He tore up all the packaging bags in the house, then put the chicken wings and legs into a small jar, pretending that they were taken out of the jar.
Everyone in the family was given a pistol chicken leg. When we took a bite of the meat, the spicy and fresh taste and the satisfaction of eating meat rushed to our heads, and even the fatigue of the day seemed to disappear.
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