When she arrived at the door of the Mushroom House, Qiu Yantang was shocked. It was not her fault, mainly because there was a plaque at the door.
There are three big words "Mushroom House" written on it.
The brushwork was vigorous and powerful, and it was obvious that it was written by a famous old man in the village.
"What is this word?"
“Ah, it was written by Grandpa Dingxiang!”
Qiu Yantang couldn't help but sigh. This person has lived a long life and knows everything.
After entering the house, Qiu Yantang felt that the temperature was quite good, just right for the growth of these mushrooms.
There are people watering the plants.
"Little Ancestor, I've made some arrangements and selected a few careful people to come here every day to water the trees and light the fire. They'll earn ten work points a day."
Today it happened to be Wei Dengzhi. Not to mention the village chief’s wife, even the village chief himself had to work, and it had always been like this.
Older people should do something easier.
"Okay, but you have to keep an eye on this mushroom. It will get too big in two days."
It is said that mushrooms grow after the rain. As long as the growing conditions are suitable, mushrooms will grow in large numbers quickly.
Moreover, these mushrooms will be sold to Feng Sipo in the future. For long-term cooperation, the quality must be better.
Only the quality has improved.
Only then can she sell it for a high price!
"Yes, little ancestor, we come here to watch every day!"
Qiu Yantang looked at the dilapidated adobe house, which was made of a mixture of mud, cow dung and weeds. If there was a heavy snow this winter, the house would surely collapse.
"Let's fix up this village office building when we make some money. It's really scary..."
Most houses at that time looked like this.
"Manzhi, go call Guangming over."
Qiu Guangming is the accountant of Qiujia Village. If you want to use any money, it basically has to go through his hands.
Qiu Yantang is the clan leader, but she is lazy and doesn’t even know how much money the village has. It should be no problem to renovate the village office.
She watched the mushrooms grow while waiting for Qiu Guangming.
Manzhi was quick and came back in a short while, with Qiu Guangming, who was already running out of breath, following him.
"Little Ancestor, what do you want from me?"
He ran over without stopping and asked her what was the matter first. What kind of accountant is this?
"Guangming, I'd like to ask how much money is left in the village office's account?"
Qiu Guangming didn't even take out the account book. He said to Qiu Yantang, "There are still five hundred."
Wow, this was beyond Qiu Yantang's expectation. There were actually as many as five hundred!
"I was wondering if we should renovate the village office?"
Qiu Guangming pursed his lips and said, "Little Ancestor, that five hundred is the land occupation fee you asked Captain Feng for..."
What?
Qiu Yantang was a little dumbfounded. Didn't that mean Qiu Village had no money at all?
"My dear, if we are just repairing the village office, we won't need so much. One hundred is enough. It's just that the blue bricks are more expensive. Blue bricks are about five cents each."
So expensive? Qiu Yantang felt that it would be too uneconomical to buy it. It was only 500 yuan in total, and he would not take out one-fifth of it to repair the village office. This was not a good idea.
"I remember when we were little, our village had its own kiln to make bricks, didn't we?" Qiu Yantang remembered it clearly. She was a little silly at that time, but the impression was still quite deep.
Qiu Guangming felt a little embarrassed...
"Little ancestor, you don't know this. Only our ancestor knew the technology. After he passed away, the brick kiln was abandoned. Most of the brick houses in the village were built in the early years, and a few families have always lived in adobe houses."
Qiu Yantang really wanted to complain about her grandfather. He only had such a little skill and kept it secret. It wasn't that serious. The blue bricks outside wouldn't last as long as the red bricks they made.
She waved her hand, "Why don't you go back first?"
"You don't need the money anymore?"
The little ancestor was very excited just now, and the money was enough, so why did he suddenly become silent?
“No need for now.”
After hearing Qiu Yantang's reply, Qiu Guangming said, "Okay, little ancestor, I'll go back first."
"Manzhi, you should get busy too."
Qiu Manyi nodded. Looking at the little ancestor's appearance, he seemed to be a little unhappy.
Seeing that the Mushroom House was on the right track and there were no problems, Qiu Yantang went straight to the brick kiln.
Speaking of which, the brick kiln in Qiujia Village is quite large and can produce 500 red bricks at a time.
It has been abandoned for many years because no one has used it. However, because it was built by our ancestors, it has been left there. Apart from collecting dust, it has no other use over the years.
Qiu Yantang still had childhood memories in her mind. She found suitable soil. The soil for making bricks is very important. She needed to know how much water to mix and how long to bake it.
However, it was difficult for her to do these things by herself, so Zhijie called Zhang Shouquan over. For such technical matters, it was safer to use one's own ghost.
Even Qiuhua followed.
"Qiuhua, you're playing with mud here!"
The division of labor is clear, and Zhang Shouquan is responsible for the physical work. After all, although he has become a ghost, there is still a gap between Qingfeng and Yanling in terms of this kind of power.
Qiuhua nodded, and she mixed the mud while Qiu Yantang started making bricks using molds. The things left by her grandfather were quite complete, so she just made the most common bricks.
Qiu Yantang put the bricks in the brick kiln and started burning them, and specifically handed this task over to Zhang Shouquan.
She and Qiuhua went straight home.
"Little ancestor, you are quite skilled at making bricks!"
Qiuhua said that watching Qiu Yantang perform each step, it felt like she had done it many times. She had a hunch that this would definitely succeed.
"This is engraved in my memory. Qiuhua, what are we having for dinner today?"
"I dried radishes, made some pickles, fried some with water to dip in the pickles, and used fresh radishes to make radish soup..."
"No way! So plain?"
Qiu Yantang knew that during this period, people in Northeast China would eat these things during the winter, just like during the Chinese New Year, but!
She has lived a good life and doesn't want to eat these.
"Can you fry some egg sauce?"
This was Qiu Yantang’s last act of stubbornness.
"Okay, I'll put two eggs in there for you."
I feel much better.
While eating, Qiu Yantang couldn't control herself and ate two bowls, mainly because she suddenly discovered that the large radish slices dipped in egg sauce were quite delicious.
"How is it? My dear, it's quite delicious, right?"
Qiu Yantang nodded repeatedly, "How many dried radishes do we have stored at home?"
"Don't worry, little ancestor. I pulled out all the beans I planted on the mountain and dried them. There are also dried beans. But if there is no meat, the dried beans will not taste good when stewed."
"Oh, and the vegetables in our yard have also grown. I think they'll be ready before the freeze. I'll freeze the ones that can be frozen, and I'll dry the ones that can't."
"My dear, we need to build a cellar at home to store some cabbage, radishes, and potatoes..."
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