It was still early, and no smoke rose from most of the members' homes. Only the chickens in the chicken coop were clucking and clucking non-stop.
When we arrived at the old carpenter's house, the gate was still closed.
Yan Mingli hesitated for a moment, and when he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from inside, he knocked on the door gently.
Soon, the door was opened by a young man with a square face.
Yan Mingli knew him. He was the educated youth who came with the little girl. His surname was Ma.
He had seen Ma Xinguo protecting the little girl beside the ox cart, and he had also seen him having a friendly conversation with the little girl in the threshing ground.
"Ma Zhiqing, hello, is Uncle Zeng up yet?" Yan Mingli had just finished speaking when he heard the old carpenter's voice ask, "Ma Zhiqing, who's here?"
"Uncle, it's me, Yan Mingli." Ma Xinguo was also looking at Yan Mingli. He was indeed a handsome man. No wonder Mo Zhiqing fell in love with him at first sight.
"Come in!" As the old carpenter finished speaking, Ma Xinguo made way for Yan Mingli.
"Thank you!" Yan Mingli nodded slightly and walked quickly towards the old carpenter who came out of the bedroom.
Stopping in front of the old carpenter, Yan Mingli politely asked, "Uncle, I want to exchange for another bath tub. How many eggs do I need?"
"There are seven pounds of eggs, and there is one ready-made in the main room." Old carpenter Zeng Tieshan is a famous craftsman in the neighborhood. He always has one or two wooden products for daily use at home.
"Including yesterday's, the total is eleven dollars and four cents." Yan Mingli took out eleven dollars from a small cloth bag and handed it to the old carpenter, saying a little embarrassedly, "Uncle, I'll get you the remaining four cents later."
"You don't have to pay me. Just get me two bundles of firewood when you are free in a few days." Zeng Tieshan waved his hand and said lightly.
Not all of the money belonged to him. After all, he used wood from the mountains, so he had to hand over most of it to the brigade as material fees.
Charging Yan Mingli less money also means he has to charge less for labor.
"Thank you, uncle." Knowing that he was taking good care of himself, Yan Mingli thanked him sincerely.
"Ma Zhiqing, have you learned how to light the stove?" Seeing Yan Mingli walk into the main room, Zeng Tieshan turned his head to look at Ma Xinguo beside him.
"Great-grandfather, I've learned it." Ma Xinguo had the illusion that Yan Mingli had taken advantage of him. He called Zeng Tieshan great-grandfather, but Yan Mingli only called him uncle?
"His father has a high seniority in the village. Even the production team leader Nie Hongshan is of the same generation as him." Zeng Tieshan explained, as if seeing his confusion.
"I understand, Great-grandfather." Ma Xinguo didn't want to bother about these trivial matters. He just didn't want to become a junior of a little girl.
Soon, Yan Mingli walked out of the main room carrying a bath bucket, greeted Zeng Tieshan and Ma Xinguo, and then walked quickly towards home.
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