Chapter 117: Give the thatched house a simple makeover

Of course, since it was said by the granddaughter, it might be true. Rope

Some of the clothes Song Yunuan wears now are bought by her, and some are made by Xia Guilan.

In the past few days, Song Yunuan has designed a flowery skirt and several summer clothes, some to be worn with a plaid skirt and some dresses.

With two sewing machines, the work can be done much faster.

Song Liang is preparing mud and wood to build the west wing. Song

Yunuan told them that the house and land here must not be lost, and if they want to go to the city, they can buy a house separately.

Except for those who study and work, whether the household registration is in the city or the countryside will not be so important in a few years.

Song Liang and Old Lady Song had discussed secretly that they would move to the city in the future. Old Lady Song really didn't want to separate from Song Yunuan. 繩

But after hearing what Song Yunuan said, her heart suddenly brightened.

Now Xiao Nuan and Ting Ting at home are both eating commercial grains. If Apo passes the exam, he will also eat commercial grains.

In the future, her and the old man's household registration will

not be changed. It is said that it is hard to leave one's hometown, and she is also reluctant to leave.

Then, the house should be repaired.

Now the money in hand can build a big red brick tile house.

But it can't be built. 繩

This village is still very poor, let's talk about it later.

But I am going to clean up Xiao Nuan's house.

The west wing is not covered with bricks and tiles, but mud bricks, which are actually just as warm.

It just doesn't look as solid as red bricks.

But there is yellow mud land in the north of the village, so we can use it locally, saving a lot of materials and money.

Song Yu Nuan doesn't care how the family is messed up.

Anyway, everyone is smart. Rope

But there is no shepherd's purse these days, so Old Song went to pick up or collect old broken bricks, and he actually got a lot of them, so he really started to clean up the house where Xiao Nuan lived.

Song Yu Nuan was excited at this time, right, there is nothing to do now, let's clean up the little thatched house.

Although we have to build a new house sooner or later, we still need to enjoy it for now.

In fact, although the mud walls are rusty, it is really clean.

There is a kind of person who can clean up even if she lives in a kiln.

Her mother, Xia Guilan, was like this.

Although Qin Siqi was wearing shabby clothes, she was well taken care of by Xia Guilan. Rope

Song Yu walked around the house, happily thinking about how to make her bedroom comfortable and bright.

Song Liang gave her some advice.

Use newspapers to paste the walls and the ceiling, lay red bricks on the ground, and apply cement between the bricks.

Cement can be made at home.

The kang is newly built, and the kang mat is newly woven by Old Song, so there is no need to change it.

The cabinet on the kang can also be used.

So it is not troublesome to renovate it. Rope

She ran to Ji's old house, got half a carriage of newspapers, and got herself a large wardrobe at the scrap collection station.

As for the bedding, of course she didn't use Qin Siqi's, and when she came back, she replaced it with Tingting's.

To paste the wall, you need to make paste. Old Mrs. Song was reluctant to use good flour, but Song Yunuan was determined not to use flour that had insects, so she must have agreed to her in the end.

Not to mention, the house became brighter after pasting newspapers and laying the red brick floor.

Song Yunuan wanted to weave a mat with grass, so she ran to talk to her grandfather.

Finally, the enthusiastic old man Song began to think about weaving a reed mat for his granddaughter.

It is placed on the ground, and it would be better if it could cover the whole house. Rope

Xia Guilan said it was difficult to clean, and Old Mrs. Song thought it would be better to weave mats.

Song Yunuan told them that they had to take off their shoes when entering the house.

Otherwise, who could clean it?

Then old Song thought about it again, tried a few times, and started weaving.

It took two days to weave it.

The grandson thought that the Song family was too accommodating to Song Yu Nuan, but what could he say if they were willing?

He saw him weaving a mat with reed grass. He had to admit that it was well woven, dense and strong. He was a little tempted and planned to lay a piece for his granddaughter's room. Rope

Chu Zizhou also came to see it. He

was amazed by the craftsmanship of the old Song, so he placed an order for him. He wanted it himself and planned to send it back to Beidu with the straw hat for his grandfather to use. He

asked for a three-meter by five-meter one and gave the old Song thirty yuan.

In fact, a kang mat only costs a few yuan.

Chu Zizhou insisted on giving it, so Old Song had to accept it, but he also used corn leaves to weave a sugar jar, pen holder and ten pairs of insoles.

Chu Zizhou thanked Old Song and thought the insoles were really good.

He would not organize the corn leaves for the time being. Erdaohe was busy enough now. Anyway, whoever wanted to do it, he would contact the buyer. Rope

But we have to wait for this.

By the way, he was really busy.

The weaving of straw hats can be attributed to the end of the first stage.

He began to check and settle accounts and deliver goods.

He unceremoniously borrowed Song Yu Nuan to help Accountant Li with the accounting.

The warehouse had been cleaned up long ago, and the shelves were built, which were used to temporarily store straw hats.

Thirty inspectors were selected from the village, and they were assigned to the workers. It

took three days to inspect and store the 9,800 hats.

If they were qualified, they would be paid immediately.

If they were not qualified, they could not be accepted and could be worn by themselves.

There were some unqualified ones, but there were no more than 100 hats. It can be said that they were all very serious.

The original price was 80 cents each, but now it has been changed to 1.2 yuan for women, and 40 cents more because there is a satin bow on it.

Some people were creative and dyed the straw brown with horse leaves from the wild.

One circle of primary color and one circle of brown, it looks more elegant and fashionable. Rope

These were praised by Chu Zizhou.

He added a dime to each one.

It can be said that the wisdom of the masses is endless.

The one who made this was the new daughter-in-law of the Zhou family. She was really skillful.

Song Yu Nuan was impressed.

She and Chu Zizhou suggested that the price should be divided for such individual sales.

Before the account was settled, the postman from the county post office came on a bicycle. Rope He

took out a large brown paper envelope for Chu Zizhou. It was impossible to tell what was inside. But he needed to sign for it in person.

Chu Zizhou glanced at Song Yu Nuan, and then looked at the address on the envelope calmly.

It's the Dragon Air Base.

A letter from Gu Huaian?

Don't scare him. How could Gu Huaian write to him? The brigade has a phone number, and he has a phone number, so he can contact him directly if there is anything.

He glanced at Song Yunuan, who was busy and frowning, and hurriedly put the envelope into the desk.

When it was completely over, the sun was setting. Rope

Old Song and Song Liang earned 128 yuan. Some of the families with large families even earned more than 300 yuan in more than half a month.

Chu Zizhou made the money himself.

The villagers holding the money were excited as if it was the New Year.

Of course, Song Yunuan was not worried. These things were nothing. If they really couldn't be sold, a few units would sell them as a welfare.

However, these straw hats are indeed different from the original ones.

This straw hat is an ornament.

Even now, it is the top straw hat. Rope

Song Yunuan suggested not to sell it at too low a price. It doesn't matter if the brigade makes a profit from the price difference.

It is easier to sell it at a reasonable price.

What Song Yunuan said makes sense.

Chu Zizhou nodded repeatedly. He opened the envelope. There was not a single word in it, only a pile of tickets.

They were all military tickets, everything, very complete. He also saw tickets for a refrigerator and a TV.

Chu Zizhou glanced at Song Yunuan who was packing up the notebooks. It was obvious that this was given to Song Yunuan by Gu Huaian.

But how to give it? Rope