Chapter 93 Two Yuanyuan
“Of course.” Shitou understood, smiled and asked the four of them to sit down, “As agreed, we will eat at home, how can there be two tables?”
Ma Jieyong smiled awkwardly and quickly sat down.
The people on both sides were not familiar with each other, but with Shi Shi, a chatty person, the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite lively.
After dinner, Shang Wan showed He Sizhi the sketch of the new house drawn by Lu Chengjing.
"Master He, take a look, maybe it can be built according to the drawings?"
He Sizhi put down the tea bowl, took the drawing and looked at it carefully.
After Shitou brought the four of them home, while it was still dark, the master and apprentice didn't even pack their luggage. They first walked around the foundation of the old house and looked at the salvaged items that could be reused. The materials, as well as the red bricks and lime that Shang Wan brought back, gave him a clear idea of the general situation.
After looking at the drawing, He Sizhi thought for a moment, pointed out several unreasonable places, raised his eyes and asked, "Can this drawing be changed?"
"Of course you can," Shang Wan said, "You can do whatever you want."
After agreeing, He Sizhi took out something like a charcoal pencil from his sleeve, and made a cover out of dark blue cloth so that his hands would not get dirty when using it.
Based on his experience, He Sizhi modified several corners and joints of the house, added a flue to the kitchen, marked the location of the fire wall, the location of the door opening, and the layout of the partitions in the house... Although the painting was rough, it was After he made such changes, the places on the drawing that Lu Chengjing had touched upon suddenly became clear.
Ordinary masons don't have the skills of He Sizhi, so the high wages are justified.
Shang Wan glanced at Lu Chengjing. Lu Chengjing looked at the drawings and said slowly, "Master He, have you ever studied painting before?"
"My family is poor, how can I have the spare money to learn these things?" He Sizhi put away the charcoal and said with a smile, "I figured these out blindly. Rich people like this, and I am also following their fancy."
Lu Chengjing inexplicably felt an arrow hit his knee.
Shang Wan suppressed his laughter and discussed several issues about building a house with He Sizhi. He Sizhi asked about the mud before he stopped talking and said kindly: "I use the recipe passed down from my ancestors."
It means not spreading it outside.
Shang Wan just asked out of curiosity. Seeing He Sizhi's dilemma, he skipped the topic of mud and talked about other things.
As the night got darker, everyone washed up and went back to the shed to sleep.
The next day, the sky turned white and the rooster crowed, waking up the whole village.
Shang Wan yawned, rubbed his head on the shoulder of the person next to him, and muttered in disgust, "It's annoying."
Lu Chengjing, who just woke up: "..."
The mood suddenly turned bad.
Sensing the change in the aura of the people around him, Shang Wan raised his hand and touched Lu Chengjing's face casually, and asked in a vague tone: "Have you drank so much medicine, have there been any changes in your body?"
Lu Chengjing ignored the hands that were stroking his face, lowered his eyes to look at the person whose face was half buried in the quilt, and asked calmly: "What's the change?"
Shang Wan raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Am I asking you or are you asking me?"
"My legs no longer hurt when I sit or lie down." Lu Chengjing answered honestly, "However, I still have no feeling in my right hand."
Shang Wan leaned on his shoulder and nodded lightly, "You can't rush a broken hand tendon, you have to treat it slowly. Besides these changes?"
Lu Chengjing said seriously: "I sleep better than before, and my memory seems to have improved."
His memory was good before, but not as good as his almost photographic memory now.
A guess flashed through Shang Wan's mind. Could it be that the spiritual spring water transformed this guy's brain?
She asked: "What else?"
Lu Chengjing frowned slightly, "It seems... my strength has also increased. Within a quarter of an hour after taking the medicine, I could lift two Yuanyuan with one hand."
Thinking of his cub's chubby little body, a clear smile flashed in Shang Wan's eyes. She asked: "What about in a quarter of an hour?"
Lu Chengjing said: "A round one."
Shang Wan: "..."
Yuanyuan, a new unit of measurement.
Perhaps he felt that his parents were talking about him, and a sweet little voice came in, "Dad! Mom! Open!"
The little paws clattered on the door.
The door panel couldn't withstand her patting, so Shang Wan quickly got up and brought the little guy in, placed him on the quilt, reached for the folded coat and put it on.
Yuanyuan sat obediently, her little hands folded in front of her, and her big eyes followed Shang Wan's figure.
Shang Wan turned to look at her, "Did you wet the bed again?"
Yuanyuan:! ! !
She didn’t say anything, and neither did Aunt Xiaohuan. How could my mother know? !
Shang Wan bent down and pinched her little voluptuous face, then chuckled and said, "My dear, you've got the word 'bedwetting' written all over your face."
Yuanyuan's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly raised her little hands to cover her fleshy cheeks.
Cover it up, cover it up, mother can’t see it!
Shang Wan was made to laugh out loud by her. Even Lu Chengjing couldn't hold back his laughter. He sat up and touched the little guy's head.
Yuanyuan puffed up her cheeks and couldn't figure out how her mother and father knew she wet the bed.
Xiao Hui looked at Yuanyuan expressionlessly. Is this why you disturb a wolf's sleep?
Yuanyuan reached out to touch it, and just as she was about to have another friendly exchange, her small body was suddenly picked up by someone.
"Wash your hands and eat." Xiaohuan carried her to the well to wash her hands. Liangliang happened to be washing her hands as well. Yuanyuan immediately waved her short arms enthusiastically to greet her little brother, "Duoduo!"
Liangliang was startled, was she calling him?
While washing Yuanyuan's hands, Xiaohuan explained: "Yuanyuan is calling your brother."
Looking into Yuanyuan's big and bright eyes, Liangliang grasped the handkerchief that was used to wash her face, nodded quickly, poured out the water in the basin, and left as if running away.
Yuanyuan scratched her little head in confusion, what's wrong with little brother?
After eating the food, master and disciple He Sizhi took the guy to work without a moment's delay.
Shang Wan and Shi Tou brought out the preliminarily prepared herbs and placed them separately on the stone slabs to dry.
Drying is also a step in cooking.
Lu Chengjin practiced his left hand calligraphy unwaveringly. Even though his right hand will heal, he will still be idle if he is idle, practicing calligraphy to pass the time.
"Sister, I'm going to take a look at the fields." Shitou picked up the hoe and prepared to turn over the land he had reclaimed.
The sun must be nice today, and it's a good time to dig out the soil underneath and dry it in the sun.
I heard from the villagers that if you let the sun shine more, you will be less likely to get sick when you grow vegetables and grain in the future.
Xiaohuan tidied up the kitchen stall, took the wooden basin to the river to wash clothes, and chatted with everyone on the way.
She found that the washing place by the river was really a good place to listen to gossip. She didn't even have to ask questions, she could just talk and know everything about the village.
Shang Wan rarely had any free time, so he played with Yuanyuan and Liangliang for a while and then sat aside, masturbating the wolf while checking the spiritual field in the space.
The Chinese cabbage is growing nicely. Look at this, it will be ready to eat in two days at most.
Shang Wan calculated in his mind that it would take about ten days from planting the cabbage to harvesting. In other words, the flow of time in the spiritual field was at least three times that of the outside world.
This was much slower than Shang Wan expected.
The plan to make a fortune from Lingtian seemed to be on the verge of failure.
(End of chapter)