We originally thought that we would be back in a few days, but we ended up staying there for more than a week.
The three brothers were noisy at first, but later they seemed to get used to it. Who cares if they are their keepers?
As long as there is someone to serve them, they don't care who is the slave.
Qiu Yuling grabbed the rolling pin and said, "Mom, you don't have to worry about anything around the house. Take this opportunity to have some good time with the three of you. Don't let me leave you crying and snotting."
Li Qingmei: “…”
But there is not much work to do in winter, just two meals a day. Now we can even control the number of times we pee in our pants.
Every morning when they opened their eyes, they would stand in a row on the edge of the kang, without even leaving the house, and then take out the sparrows to release water.
Qiu Yuling complained about the smell in the house and mentioned it twice. Li Qingmei was reluctant to let her grandchildren go out to suffer the cold, so she said that how could a little baby's food have any smell.
On the third day, Qiu Yuling brought in the泔水袋 and asked the three brothers to fill the bucket with water.
The three little birds were not even as tall as the edge of the bucket, so when they wanted to pour water in, they had to climb onto a stool first. Anyway, they could just get away with it by spilling water.
But they seemed to have found something fun. They had to pee after a while, so they were helped up and squeezed for a long time, but only enough water dripped into their pants.
Qiu Yuling lamented that she had "frequent urination, urgency, and inability to urinate completely" at such a young age.
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's you who got the bucket, and they think it's a fun thing to do."
Inspired by the bucket, Li Qingmei wanted to put the basin on the ground to pee. Qiu Yuling said that if she dared to put it there, she would go buy a new basin. Anyway, she couldn't use the chamber pot to wash and rinse.
This matter was dropped.
Qiu Jianshe and his team had already had a plan in mind for the farm environment, but they were still shocked by the dugouts all over the wasteland.
"Is this how everyone lives?" From a distance, they looked like small grave mounds.
Qiu Dashan smiled innocently and said that the dugout was warm in winter and cool in summer. If it weren't for the children, it would be pretty good.
Huang Duoer first changed the new headscarf for the old whitish one, put on the sleeves, and began to clean inside and outside.
There are secret compartments on the wall for storing jars of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc. The kang is also very large. The height is not high, but it can accommodate a man from the northwest to stand upright. In fact, it is all pretty good.
She had known what was going on from the beginning, and now she had no resistance or dissatisfaction.
On the way here, Qiu Dashan talked about some policies on agricultural-to-industrial conversion. Now is the time to hire people. No matter if they are temporary workers or contract workers, there will always be things they can do before they are converted into formal agricultural workers.
There is still a long way to go. If you work well, your family members may be converted into formal agricultural workers.
Qiu Jianshe only mentioned it briefly and then stopped talking about the red mud and broken bricks they brought with them when they came.
Not wanting to waste time, I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.
"At that time, just raise the house by half a meter and put two windows." This was the first sentence Qiu Dashu said after arriving here.
"There are limited rafters, and we're currently building dormitories and family quarters. If we raise the ceilings, we'll have to get the wood and apply the plaster ourselves, so the workload will be quite large.
Besides, I didn't intend to stay in the dugout forever. Aunt Zhou said that Duo'er could be assigned to the sheep-herding team and be treated as a temporary worker. My batch would just be able to get a family dormitory.
So there was no big move."
Qiu Dashu said nothing more. He was no longer a child, and he would not have the highest expectations for many things unless it came to the crucial moment.
However, he did not say anything to criticize his eldest brother's family. His father had even set up the stove for the kang. Even if it was not his turn for a while, it was still much better than the cellar where others could not stand up straight and could only take a nap.
Qiu Yuling had bought Tao a lot of newspapers in exchange; she had brought quite a bit this time. Huang Duoer had papered up three sides of the kang. The kang hadn't been laid out yet; she had to wait until her father-in-law and his family had finished setting up the stove.
After that, he picked up all the pots, pans, and utensils and placed them in the cupboard that Qiu Dashan had prepared in advance.
Her husband was a careful man and had woven wicker strips in advance and inserted them on three sides, just like a bamboo basket. Bowls and basins could be put in it, which looked nice and did not get dirty.
In fact, they only brought a clay pot, two porcelain basins, and two wooden basins, one large and one small.
I originally planned to bring only one porcelain basin, but my mother-in-law and sister-in-law persuaded me to take one more, one for washing my face and one for kneading dough.
The small wooden basin is for washing feet, and the big one is for washing clothes or washing the three babies' bodies.
She hasn't got a wok yet. Her husband said that once things are settled, there will be some settling-in money, and there's a coupon for an iron wok in the money.
Qiu Jianshe set up the stove, then took his two brothers out to chop a few bundles of red willow branches, picked up several baskets of bricks and stones, and marked a circle outside the top of the dugout, for fear that someone would walk around in the middle of the night and step on it.
By the fourth day, there was actually nothing more they could do. They had already collected firewood and built the stove, but the place was so small that no matter how much they helped, they were powerless.
Early in the morning of the fifth day, the father and son boarded a donkey cart and headed back to Qiu Village.
They went back, Qiu Jianshe stayed behind, and Li Qingmei and Qiu Yuling set off again, with Qiu Dashu leading the way on a bicycle.
Three small beans wrapped into meatballs are on the cart, and there's not a moment's rest. Sometimes I want to stand up, sometimes I want to lie down. When I finally move, I'm tired and hungry. Even after eating, I still feel sleepy...
It's freezing cold, you'll freeze if you fall asleep.
The few of them were so frightened that they didn't dare to let the children sleep, so they had to set their sights on Uncle San's bicycle.
Bicycles are not that easy to ride. They were unhappy when they were rejected and howled with their lips pouted.
"Mom, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Qiu Yuling asked mischievously when she saw her mother Qiu's forehead covered in sweat.
Li Qingmei rolled her eyes in annoyance. "It's hard, but I also want to tell their parents right away. It's really annoying."
As for the doll, isn’t it annoying when it’s close to you, and you miss it when it’s far away?
The kids were so sleepy. The donkey cart had been going for most of the day, so the mother and daughter stopped it.
The rolled up quilt was spread out, and the three little ones were buried in it, covering everything tightly except their noses and eyes. Then one of them watched while the other drove the carriage with peace of mind.
The kids were asleep, so there was no need to worry about them falling down while jumping around on the cart, and the speed was also increased.
I left home at six in the morning and arrived at around four in the afternoon.
Li Qingmei pursed her lips, feeling the same as her old man, that life was even more miserable than in Qiuzhuang.
But she said nothing, and safely handed the children over to their parents. She and her youngest son carried the things they had brought into the shack one by one.
Qiu Yuling did not rush in, but walked around and observed each of the "small graves". She was amazed and sighed at the huge scale of them.
By now, most of the people who had been celebrating the New Year had returned. Knowing that Qiu Dashan had come home, several of his familiar co-workers also came to visit.
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