Chapter 298 Ideas
The mud was mixed with a lot of wheat straw fragments. The wall was about 30 centimeters wide and 1.5 meters high. The yard was about 8 meters long and the planned width was about 10 meters.
The group of men worked overtime from noon to afternoon and finally finished building the courtyard wall.
There is a 1.5-meter gap in the middle of the courtyard wall directly opposite the house door, which is used to install the door.
It was almost one o'clock at night when the courtyard wall was finished. All the neighbors had left, and Song Lubai waited in the house for Wei Yang to come in.
She went outside and saw him squatting at the doorway, sticking wood into his hands.
She yawned and said, "Let's go to sleep, we can do it tomorrow."
Wei Yang said without looking up, "It'll be done in a minute."
Strands of wooden sticks, each as thick as a baby's arm, were placed side by side. Five sticks were laid across the top, and then nails were hammered in.
After nailing it in place, he stood the wooden door upright and held it up at the entrance of the courtyard.
The width is just right; we can install the door tomorrow.
This door is not safe at all; you can see the whole yard clearly from the doorway.
Wei Yang walked around the yard and felt that he still needed to build a cooking shed, rebuild a stove in the corner of the yard, and build an open-air hut for showering. He would lay bricks underneath, dig a drain, and then people could take showers there at will.
He doesn't know how many years he'll live here, but if he gets everything sorted out, his family will be more comfortable.
The moon is bright tonight, and a cool breeze is blowing.
The window was open, and a gentle breeze was whistling through the room.
Within a day, the smell of lime water in the house had almost dissipated.
The courtyard wall was in place, and Wei Yang took a shower inside before getting into bed, still feeling the cool air on his body.
Song Lubai thought his habit was really good; he would always wash himself thoroughly before going to bed every day.
When Wei Yang went up to her, he saw that she was resting her head on her arm with her eyes open, so he tentatively put his hand on her waist.
It's getting late. He always gets up quite early, only getting a few hours of sleep, and he still wants to… Song Lubai thinks he's incredibly energetic!
A short while later, the bed made a noise.
The courtyard wall was completed, and Wei Yang installed the gate. He also had someone build a stove with two burners in the corner of the courtyard.
For several days in a row, he would bring a pile of firewood and branches when he came home from get off work, and he would tie the branches together when he had free time.
A week later, a small shed of nearly ten square meters was set up.
The shed was raised to two meters high where it was against the courtyard wall, and it was supported by two relatively thick wooden stakes in the courtyard.
Once the shed was set up, Wei Yang moved the table from the main room and set it up near the stove, so that they could eat directly under the shed after cooking.
Although the shed looked simple, Song Lubai liked it quite a bit.
Every day after get off work, I can sit under the shed and rest my feet.
With the increase in the number of people in the vegetable planting team, more land has been cleared. The seeds of cabbage, radish, and spinach have been planted in the soil, and the early-planted ones have already sprouted.
However, due to soil conditions, the germination rate was only about 50%.
The vegetables in the regimental headquarters' vegetable garden were becoming fewer and fewer, and at the same time, Song Lubai's workload also decreased.
She was standing at the edge of the field, looking at the green seedlings growing on the ground.
Although the germination rate was only half, she was certain that such a large vegetable field would have enough vegetables for the regiment to distribute, with plenty to spare.
Canned food has a long shelf life. How can we extend the shelf life of these vegetables and make them easier to transport and sell to other places? This would increase the income of the group.
With more money in the group, they can purchase more production materials.
"Comrade Song, have an apple."
Squad Leader Cao handed Song Lubai a green apple the size of a fist.
The apple was very astringent and sour that Song Lubai's mouth was gushing out acid.
She took a bite, grimaced, and said, "It wasn't ripe yet, so they picked it."
Squad Leader Cao munched on the apple with relish. "I think it's alright. These green apples taste best when picked after the weather gets cold. They're fragrant and sweet, and they smell delicious. It's a pity that the orchard doesn't grow many of them."
The two sat under the shed, and Song Lubai asked, "Do you know how to pickle radishes? Do you think cabbage can be pickled into sauerkraut?"
Song Lubai only knows how to make watermelon bean sauce, but watermelon bean sauce requires a lot of oil, and currently no one in the group is qualified to make it.
Squad Leader Cao said, "I don't know how to pickle, but I can pickle radishes and cabbages into sour ones. They can be pickled in a jar and won't spoil for a long time. Comrade Song, would you like to pickle some?"
Song Lubai said, "Squad Leader Cao, do you want to set up a food workshop? Our vegetable-growing squad has its own land and can produce radishes and cabbages. We can pickle them into sauerkraut and have the supply and marketing cooperative sell them to other places. When there is a shortage of food next year, the sauerkraut will definitely sell well."
Squad Leader Cao was in charge of the vegetable planting team's production; he never thought about making money by pickling sauerkraut.
“The idea is good, but I don’t think it can be done this year. Nearly 700 new educated youths have joined the regiment this year, and the regiment is worried about how to feed them all. We may not have enough vegetables in our fields to go around.”
Song Lubai felt there would definitely be extras.
Every household in the regiment has planted vegetables for the next winter around their homes. A small vegetable garden has also been opened not far behind Song Lubai's house. She, Chen Shaohua, and Chen Jingwen have been doing all of this in the past few days.
Although less than an acre of land was cleared, no matter how much grows, her family will get some. With this large area, the people in the regiment should have no problem getting through the winter. She had heard Wei Yang say that each company had planted a lot more cabbage and radishes this time.
As the two were talking, Zhao Dongmei, who was busy at the stove, approached hesitantly and said, "Squad Leader Cao, Squad Leader Song, I can pickle sauerkraut and make dried radish."
Zhao Dongmei was heavily pregnant. Seeing how pitifully thin she was, Squad Leader Cao didn't assign her to heavy work like turning the soil, carrying water, or weeding. Instead, he kept her to cook.
Song Lubai said, "When the radishes and cabbages are ripe, you can make some for everyone to try."
If she could, she really wanted to start a food workshop.
You can make it with sauerkraut, pickled vegetables, chili sauce, and tomato sauce.
The troupe has limited resources, so we need to find ways to increase revenue so that the troupe can have money and she can move into a brick house as soon as possible and improve her living conditions.
Zhao Dongmei nodded and went back.
Squad Leader Cao was called away. Song Lubai glanced at Zhao Dongmei, who was kneeling and washing vegetables with difficulty not far away, her belly protruding, and got up to go over.
When Zhao Dongmei saw her coming, her expression became noticeably reserved.
Song Lubai asked, "Your husband is dead, why are you keeping the child? How will you raise this child in the future?"
She said that neither Lu Jianxi nor Lin Dahai were worthy of having offspring.
Although the Jianshe and Heping brothers treated her well in her dream, she still felt a little uncomfortable knowing they were Lin Dahai's children.
Zhao Dongmei was taken aback by her question.
She had never heard of any woman who specifically sought out abortions; if you get pregnant, you have to give birth, right?
She said, feeling awkward but trying to sound relaxed, "I can just find another one. Squad Leader Cao said he'd introduce me to someone."
Song Lubai looked at her for two seconds, smiled, and turned to leave.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
