Chapter 55

Yan Lei got a white brush for Qiao Wei. He also borrowed a set of tool brushes, including a roller.

Compared with later generations, all the things were made very crudely. The long pole used by the roller to brush high places was a bamboo pole, and the handle of the roller had to be tied to the bamboo pole with a rope.

It was so simple.

But it didn't matter, as long as it worked.

The first room to be brushed was of course Yan Xiang's room, because the inner and outer walls of his room were too dirty.

Start with the inner room.

Qiao Wei rolled up all the things on his kang first, and moved the mattress and mat to the west room first.

Yan Xiang didn't have a wardrobe either, which was a big item in the family at that time, but the children didn't have one.

He had a wooden box to store clothes for all seasons.

There is also a simple small shelf that is obviously made of leftover wood. It has three layers of grids in total, and a cloth curtain is nailed on top. It is Yan Xiang's own simple small wardrobe. The clothes of the season are washed and neatly stacked inside, and the carefree children will find clothes to wear on the shelves by themselves.

The box and the simple small wardrobe are placed against the wall on the kang. There is no need to move them, just move them to the middle of the kang.

There are two small benches on the floor, and other than that, there is nothing else in the room.

It is empty, so the dirty walls are particularly conspicuous.

But it is very convenient to paint the walls, and there is no need to move large furniture.

At this time, the whitewash is neither putty nor latex paint in later generations. At that time, there was no such good thing as latex paint.

The main component of this whitewash is lime. Whitewashing is to apply lime water.

Qiao Wei learned the proportion of water and gouache for whitewash from Yan Lei. After mixing a basin of whitewash, she first used a brush to brush the wall at the door of the bedroom twice to test it. It was not bad. It was white after brushing.

Qiao Wei brought the basin to the kang and got on the kang.

Yan Lei brought back some old newspapers from the camp, and Qiao Wei spread the newspapers on the kang to prevent the whitewash from dripping. Tie the roller to the bamboo pole, put the roller into the basin to soak it, lift it up and shake it up and down, and when it stops dripping, lift it up and brush it on the wall.

Yan Xiang has been watching from the side.

Qiao Wei said to him, "Go play in the yard."

Yan Xiang refused.

"Go read."

Yan Xiang also refused to go: "I want to watch you paint the wall."

"Then watch."

Qiao Wei soon realized that Yan Lei was right. This job was really... very tiring.

Physical labor is definitely not as easy as it looks.

But fortunately, Qiao Wei was renovating her own home, and she didn't rely on this to make a living. When she was not in a hurry, she slowly painted line by line.

After all, the roller can paint a much larger area than a brush, and it is more efficient than a brush.

Qiao Wei finished painting the highest part of the wall on the kang, and still used the roller to paint the middle part.

After a while, she suddenly heard Yan Xiang ask, "Mom, is this how it's done?"

Qiao Wei looked back and saw that Yan Xiang had taken advantage of her concentration to pick up the brush she didn't use, dipped it in white powder, and started to paint the small area by the door where Qiao Wei had first tried the color.

When he called Qiao Wei, he had already painted a rectangle that was half an arm's length taller than his height.

It was probably the highest height he could reach by raising his hands and standing on tiptoe.

Qiao Wei was amused.

"Are you tired?"

"No, it's fun. Mom, can I brush it?"

"You've already brushed it and you're asking if I can. That's called cutting first and playing later."

"Then... can I?"

Qiao Wei tied the roller to the bamboo pole, which was inconvenient to brush the lower part. She thought about brushing the surrounding high places first, and then untie the bamboo pole to brush the lower part.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xiang followed suit.

This era does not have the convenience of later generations. It feels like everyone - regardless of gender, must have strong hands-on skills.

Sister Yang is almost omnipotent. Lin Xixi is not much behind. They are all very powerful.

Yan Lei is also, he can do everything.

It's a characteristic of the times. Qiao Wei thinks that Yan Xiang should be allowed to do more. Yan Xiang is a child who completed the sand pit project alone without the help of adults.

"Okay, you go ahead and brush it. You come up, I'll brush the high places, and you brush the low places."

Yan Xiang happily stepped on a small stool and got on the kang. The mother and son cooperated with each other. Qiao Wei held a long-handled roller to brush the upper and middle parts, and Yan Xiang brushed the lower part on the other side.

Qiao Wei had to look back at Yan Xiang from time to time, but soon she knew there was no need to worry.

Yan Xiang has a very strong sense of order.

In fact, Yan Lei has a strong sense of order. He squeezes clothes from the collar to the corner of the clothes, and the same goes for towels, from one end to the other. Unlike some people who squeeze water randomly.

He also has to place the cushions of the sunbed according to the rules of symmetry.

And Yan Xiang seems to have a stronger sense of order. This was reflected when digging the sand pit.

He evenly divided the sand pit into several equal parts, and the workload of each part was the amount he completed on the first day of digging.

If it weren't for the incident with Captain Zhao that delayed Yan Xiang for a lot of time, Qiao Wei felt that he could really complete the planned amount in an orderly manner according to his own work arrangements.

In order to complete it on time, he even "worked overtime" on Friday and Saturday to dig more.

So on Sunday, he got a sand pit on time as expected.

Now, he stood on the kang and brushed the wall, and the track he walked was a bit like the track of a sweeping robot. Neat, dense, and without omissions.

Qiao Wei turned her head and watched for a long time before she was surprised to realize the flow of time.

Because it was really very decompressing. If it were to be broadcast live in the future, it would probably not be inferior to trimming donkey hooves and washing carpets.

Qiao Wei said, "If you feel tired, take a rest. If your arms feel sore, stop brushing."

Yan Xiang said, "Not tired."

He was very focused.

Qiao Wei looked at him for a while and suddenly called him, "Xiang Xiang."

Yan Xiang stopped and looked back at his mother.

Qiao Wei asked him, "You like doing these things, don't you? Digging sand pits, painting walls."

Yan Xiang smiled happily, "Yes."

"Why? What is it that you like?"

Yan Xiang thought for a moment and said, "Quiet."

Qiao Wei stared at him.

He said, "It's quiet when I'm digging holes and painting walls. It's very comfortable."

"When

are you not quiet?" "A lot of times."

"For example?"

Yan Xiang thought for a moment and said with certainty, "A lot."

There are too many, and there is no example.

Qiao Wei changed the question, "When else can you feel quiet?"

Yan Xiang became happy, "Reading." "

Qiao Wei understood.

Qiao Wei was a little sad.

At this moment, she was a little disgusted with the author. Why didn't he prepare the whole text setting before opening the article? Why did he do such a random thing? The "genius cute baby" setting is not suitable for period novels. It is only used in urban sweet pet novels.

Its function is to highlight the hero's awesome genes and to pamper the heroine together with the hero.

This random thing trapped Yan Xiang in an inappropriate era.

His brain did not absorb enough nutrients, and he had to endure the noise of the ordinary world most of the time. So he turned to seek another way - simple and repetitive physical activities.

No wonder he was always squatting in the yard playing with pebbles during the first few days after he came here, doing the same process over and over again.

Qiao Wei sighed: "I understand, let's keep brushing. "

She turned around and continued to swing the bamboo pole up and down.

"Mom." But Yan Xiang's tender little voice sounded behind her.

She turned around to look at him.

"Mom is very quiet when she tells me things I don't know." Yan Xiang said, "I like talking to mom."

The child's eyes are bright and clear, and his smile is innocent.

In an instant, it was like sunshine that dispelled Qiao Wei's slightly gloomy mood. Her heart suddenly brightened, and her mood became bright.

"Really? Tell a story?" She asked excitedly.

"Stories that I haven't heard of, and things I don't know."

"I see! Mom will tell you more in the future! If you don't understand, just ask!"

"Okay! "

Then let's continue painting!"

"Okay!"

The north wall of the rural house has no normal windows, only a small flat window at a very high position for light and air.

The sunlight shines in, but because it is facing north, it is not enough to form a shape, but diffuses around the window to form a halo.

The air on the kang has a hazy feeling.

The mother and son, one with a long roller and the other with a short brush, neither of them makes a sound, following a pattern that makes people feel very comfortable after watching for a long time, and gradually repainting the dilapidated wall with white.

When the two people finished their parts, they exchanged positions.

Yan Xiang filled the low part on Qiao Wei's side with white. Qiao Wei began to paint the high part on Yan Xiang's side.

...

Yan Lei was very excited today and wanted to know how Qiao Wei was doing with the wall painting.

After everyone got off the bus at the intersection, Captain Zhao said a few words to Captain Ma, then turned around and shouted, "Yan..."

Yan Lei was gone.

Captain Zhao: "..."

"I don't know what's wrong with him recently. He's rushing home every day." He muttered.

Captain Ma said, "It's weird. He seems to be in a particularly good spirit recently. Have you noticed?"

"Did he take chicken blood?"

"No, he's still so young, I didn't take it."

People who take chicken blood will have a red face and look excited. Indeed, Yan Lei just looked energetic, which was not consistent with the state of taking chicken blood.

Captain Zhao and Captain Ma talked as they walked.

"...There are several red spots on his neck. I don't know what's wrong. "

I asked him, and he said he pinched it himself."

"... What did you pinch? Your hands are so frivolous! Doesn't it hurt?"

"Let me try... Ouch, it hurts a lot. Do you see it's red?"

"... No way. Not at all."

Although the old comrades have children one after another, their married life is very simple and plain. There are some things that you have never experienced in your life.

How can you understand the red patches on the neck of a young group leader that occasionally appear when the button is loosened.