By the way, I still raise chickens?
Ma Teng slapped his forehead and hurried over to take a look.
A group of chickens were chirping and running behind four and a half chickens.
Maybe it's because I ate too much yesterday, but I feel a lot more energetic today.
Seeing Ma Teng coming, he started to scream...chirp.
Well, forget about them.
Ma Teng returned to the house with the big bowl on the floor. The stick noodles were still sitting in the corner. Let's tidy them up and put the two cabinets out directly.
It was a bit short, so Ma Teng put it away and built a small platform with city bricks below. When the cabinet was put on it, the top was just above Ma Teng's head. The things inside could be taken out without delay, and it could also be used as a screen for the bed, eh. , there is a little more sense of security.
The rice and noodles that I eat are placed on the middle layer, followed by potatoes and sweet potatoes. If it gets colder, I have to dig a cellar.
Everyone in this yard has a cellar, or several families use one. It can be said that only Ma Teng does not have one.
But it’s okay, you can dig one in the yard.
But the first thing to do was not the cellar, but the toilet.
Further down is the stick noodles.
You still need to get some rice noodles yourself, and you have to go to the black market, which is a sin.
Someone asked why not go to Pigeon Market?
What's there in Pigeon City? No matter what you do, people are watching you. Maybe the squatting person is the person above you, and you won’t go if you can.
In the other cabinet, the bowls, plates, dishes, and large and small pots that I bought are placed.
It's perfect.
But when the time comes, you can get some cement and build a platform to make it stronger, and then make a fireplace at the back. When the time comes, you can hollow out the platform and put firewood in it, and that's it.
Thinking of cement gave me a headache again. At this time, you need a certificate to buy cement, or you can get an approval document, but you can buy it from the construction team, or you can ask on the black market, there must be a way.
As for the steel bars, what does the steel rolling mill do? Don't have too many iron bars and the like, okay?
At this time, there was a knock on the door. At this time, the coal delivery man should have arrived.
"Wait a minute." Ma Teng shouted toward the door.
I looked at my yard and the places I could see in my house. There was nothing conspicuous, just a few chickens. They should be fine. However, in order to prevent anyone from talking too much, I rushed into the nest and blocked it with a wooden board.
Then he opened the door and saw that it was Wang's sister-in-law.
"Xiao Ma, the coal I sent you has arrived. It's at the gate. I'm here to talk to you."
"Thank you, sister-in-law, I'll bring him over right now."
"No thank you, no thank you, what's there to thank you for," he said and walked away with a giggle.
Look, this is the benefit of half a sesame seed cake. It seems that small favors are indispensable.
I closed the door slightly and walked out of the middle courtyard to the front yard. There were three people at the door, an old man, a middle-aged man, and a child. They should be a family. Almost all of them had coal. Behind them was a big truck. Ox cart, a cart of briquettes.
"Thank you, master. Here are my coal bars. Take a look. If you have no problem, come in with me."
"It should, it should." The old man took the coal strip and opened his dark notebook. The records on it were the same as those on the coal strip.
He tore the coal stick in half, wrote his name on one half with a pencil tip, and gave it to Ma Teng.
Then he followed Ma Teng into the yard. After confirming the location, he nodded, looked at the space, and knew how to place it.
The elders and middle-aged people each took a pick and began to put briquettes into the basket, while the children helped.
When the two entered the yard, the child did not stop and carefully put it into the empty basket without resting for a moment.
When the sweat came out, there was no time to wipe it off. When the two of them came out, the child put down three baskets. The middle-aged man put down the two empty baskets he was carrying, replaced them with two baskets filled with briquettes, and left, letting the older one take a break. meeting.
After watching the children fill the baskets, the man also rested, picked up the two full baskets, and left.
The child immediately pulled over the four empty ones and continued to pretend without stopping.
None of it is easy.
Ma Teng saw that they had their own kettle, which was a military-type marching kettle. He went up and picked it up, and found only two sips of water left.
He turned around and entered the yard, carried the kettle into the house, took out a thermos bottle and a small bag of sugar from the space, poured some into the kettle, and poured half a pot of water into it.
Give it a shake to let the sugar melt.
He picked it up and walked out.
When the two people putting the briquettes saw Ma Teng's actions, they knew what he was going to do and didn't say anything. Many people would do this. However, what they didn't expect was that what Ma Teng poured them was just sugar water. By then we had gone far away.
The little boy saw Ma Teng pouring water into their kettle and said, "Thank you, uncle."
Ma Teng smiled and said, "What can I say? Such a big child is only ten years old at most. In future generations, he will be the treasure of the family. He will have to protect him even when he is washing dishes, let alone working."
Oh, what a difference in time.
The two people and the little boy were busy loading and unloading for half an hour. Several women in the courtyard looked at the briquettes being carried one after another with eager eyes.
I am very envious. If their family had so many, this year would probably be easier.
After unloading the briquettes, Ma Teng took a look and saw that the piles were very neatly laid out.
So many briquettes for only 50.4 cents.
The old man asked for the extra money one by one and was very persistent. Finally, Ma Teng wrapped three sesame seed cakes with a little bit of marinade in oil paper and talked a lot before the old man took it.
The main reason was that Ma Teng wanted the old man to show him if there was anyone selling firewood. The old man also looked at the place Ma Teng wanted to plan. The old man quoted Ma Teng a price, which was 15 yuan, a good kind of thigh. Thick logs were piled as high as the top of the wall.
Ma Teng agreed and immediately gave the old man 15.
The old man can't deal with this. In his eyes, Ma Teng is not very bright. Fortunately, he is a man of trust. If it were someone else, the money would probably be wasted.
Since he gave it, the old man continued and said he would load it into the car in the next two days.
Ma Teng said that he has free time these days when he is not at work.
After seeing the old man out of the courtyard, he watched the family sitting on the bullock cart and walking forward leisurely. The child looked at the sesame cakes that the old man showed him, and turned back to wave to Ma Teng who was standing at the door.
People are so easily satisfied.
I returned to the yard, locked the door, and quickly put the chicken out. Then I mixed a bowl of stick noodles with a bowl and poured it into the plate. The big chicken and the little chicken were crowded into a pile.
When he returned to the house, the small room where his parents kept things was already vacant. Ma Teng also cleaned the room, but strangely, not a single woodlouse was found.
He laughed at himself and asked if his family was so poor that even insects didn't care about him.
The city bricks were used to build a platform underneath, and the boxes were placed on top so that they would not touch the ground and would not be exposed to moisture.
There were four boxes left, and Ma Teng solemnly put the few paintings in them, using quilt covers removed by his parents to support them underneath.
Close the lid.
Ma Teng patted the boxes and said boldly that he would fill all these boxes with paintings.
