Qian Chunhua brought the children to help Qian Li put the things in the backpack away.
After all the salt was poured into the salt jar, Qian Li saw the amount of salt and took a deep breath, "Silly child, why did you buy so much salt? I'm afraid it will last a year."
"The meat is too lean." Qian Li said with disgust as he put the pork belly into the cupboard.
"Mmmm, this fat is good, but there's too much of it."
"Oh my, oh my, buying so much refined rice and refined flour." Qian Li began to feel bad about the money.
Qian Chunhua: "Mom, let's cook rice these days."
Qian Li nodded, "Yes."
Qian Li picked up the steamed buns and said, "Eat these buns tonight. I'll make some millet porridge and cut a dish of pickles."
Qian Chunhua looked around and saw that there was no meat dish. "Mom, let's make some braised pork, using that piece of pork belly."
Qian Qi was stunned and answered helplessly, "I guess so."
My daughter is not good at living a good life. She is too extravagant.
"Why did you buy so much brown sugar?"
Qian Chunhua said quickly, "Mom, keep two kilograms of this brown sugar for me. I will take the rest to the village chief and the clan leader's home. The village chief has issued a household registration certificate for us in the county today. When you pick up the household registration certificate in the evening, bring some gifts with you."
Qian Li nodded, "Of course, of course. I don't want the brown sugar anymore. You can take it back and give it to the children."
Qian Chunhua didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Mom, this is for you. We have more at home."
Qian Li then gave up.
After putting everything in place, Qian Chunhua carried six pounds of brown sugar and a backpack, intending to return the pots and pans home, and also check on the progress of the house construction and replace Qian Xingshan, as his brother had not yet had lunch.
Qian Chunhua returned to the Zhao family with her three children.
In just half a day, a wall more than two meters high had been built between the east wing and the main house of the Zhao family.
A new hole was drilled in the wall facing the east wing, and once the door was installed, it would be completely separated from the Zhao family next door.
Uncle Ding and his men were packing up their tools. They had finished their morning work and were preparing to go home for dinner.
"Uncle Ding." Qian Chunhua came forward and greeted him. As he spoke, he handed him the brown sugar in his hand. "Uncle Ding, the weather is cold. You should make some brown sugar water to drink."
Uncle Ding rubbed his hands uncomfortably before taking the brown sugar.
Uncle Ding's real name was Ding Zheng. He was Ding Xiu's father. He had a skill in building houses. He brought a group of friends and apprentices to help people build houses in the villages near Nanzhou County.
This time, Uncle Ding gave Qian Chunhua's family work, and the contract only included the labor and materials, but not the meals. They were all in the same village, and they were willing to go home for meals so that they could earn more money.
Qian Chunhua was also willing to not take care of the meals, so that she could feel more relaxed.
Uncle Ding smiled and replied to Qian Chunhua, "Chunhua, you are too polite. In the afternoon, go find Carpenter Wang in the village and ask him to measure the dimensions and make a door."
Qian Chunhua replied: "Yes, Uncle Ding."
After Uncle Ding left, Qian Xingshan invited his sister into the house.
"Sister, how big do you want the kang to be? We'll need to move everything out of the house later."
Qian Xingshan followed Uncle Ding and was busy for the whole morning.
Seeing his hard-working brother, Qian Chunhua quickly sent him back home.
"You go back to eat first. I'll clean up the house and put the things next door. I'll tell Uncle Ding the size of the kang later."
Qian Xingshan smiled and said, "Tuo."
After Qian Xingshan left, Qian Chunhua asked the three children to take a nap in Qingsong's room.
Qian Chunhua planned to use this room as a study, and let the two boys Qingsong and Qingfeng live in this room when they grew up.
He is still young now, so he can sleep on the kang with me.
Maybe before they grow up, I will have saved enough money to build another house. At that time, each person will have a room, and every room will have a kang, which is warm.
"Mom, I didn't cut grass for the pigs today." Qingsong was a little worried.
Qian Chunhua touched his son's head and said, "Qingsong, we won't cut grass for the pigs anymore. We broke off relations with the neighbors last night. The pigs, chickens and ducks all belong to them. They can cut grass for the pigs themselves."
Qingsong was relieved. He was afraid that his mother would blame him for eating for free, and such cheap food at that.
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