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Chapter 57: Adobe Part 2

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    Still under the two pagoda trees, I am skillfully making adobe, square and rectangular.  Li Changqing calculated the length of the kang in his mind, and then calculated the number of adobes needed.  Mottled light and shadows scattered through the gaps in the leaves of the pagoda tree, and hit Li Changqing's dark skin. Occasionally, a few leaves of the pagoda tree blown by the wind fell on his bare arms, and he didn't feel it at all.  He is still like this, fully committed to doing things, as if the whole world belongs to him alone.

    A total of two carts of clay have been prepared, and the next step is mixing mud.  He is particular about mixing clay, and Li Changqing always stirs the clay to the most uniform state, so that the adobes he makes can be good.  Moreover, dry straw should be added in the process of muddying and cut off with a shovel.  After he carefully selected the clay, and then mixed it with some broken straw, he spat twice into his fists as a symbol, and then began to stir flexibly.  Water, soil, and straw, under the power of Li Changqing, from the beginning "water and fire are incompatible", gradually blended perfectly, it is hard to see that they are actually a mixture of three different substances.

    "Dad, why put straw?"

    "It saves the cracks when the adobe is drying, and there will be no cracks with the straw."

    Although Li Changqing can't explain the specific and more scientific reasons, but for Chen Yao, these are enough. He worships his father like a hero.  He can fix anything that's broken.  Collapsed soil kang, burnt wires, broken bicycle belts, sprayers that block medicine, TVs that don¡¯t work, broken chairs, worn-out shovels

    Chen Yao was holding a smaller shovel and imitating her father's appearance and mud. She used the shovel to turn the clay over and over again, and then cut a few shovels on it like cutting watermelon, and continued to stir.  These clays are perfectly homogeneous.  Then Li Changqing used a big broom to sweep out a clean piece of land on the land at the door. Although the land at the door was also full of potholes, he had already filled the potholes with clay in advance, and then placed the mold on a place as flat as possible, and started  Put live clay in it.

    Seeing that the amount of clay in the mold was about the same, Li Changqing took out two important weapons: the big Yazi and the little Yazi.  Dayazi is a rectangle, which is used to scrape a plane on the top of the clay for the first time, so that the clay can reach the level of the mold.  This first leveling is a rough leveling, and many edges will be ignored. At this time, Xiao Yazi needs to carry out the second repair.  The front of Xiaoyazi is semicircular, which is used to deal with details, such as a certain corner around the mold. If there is still a place that has not been filled, Xiaoyazi will dig out an appropriate amount in the shovel.  The clay fills in that place.  Li Changqing practiced this series of procedures familiarly, and then pieces of adobe were born under these skillful hands.

    The kang of each house needs about 32 large adobes and 46 small adobes. Of course, the number varies according to the size of the kangs of each family.  In most cases, a certain corner of the kang collapsed, so it is not necessary to replace the whole kang with adobe, just replace the damaged part.  Apparently, this time it was only a partial change. Li Changqing made a total of 20 large adobes and 32 small adobes. After ten days, these adobes could be formed under the moisture of the sun, and he could start repairing the kang.

    Ten days of waiting, for them, is still "depending on the sky".  The shape of the adobe also depends on the face of God.  If it rains during this period, even if the adobe is covered with a plastic sheet, its quality will still be affected by the dampness of the ground.  Therefore, these farmers who rely on the weather have always carefully listened to the scientific weather forecast every day, and tried their best to finish the adobe in the days when the weather was fine.

    Li Changqing was lucky. This time when he was making adobes, he just experienced the time when God was in the best mood. The weather was fine and the breeze was gentle.  for human use.

    The design of the farmhouse is that the inside is the house and the outside is the hall.  Inside the house is a kang, and outside the house is a stove.  The stove is connected to the kang, and the smoke from the stove passes through the kang to the chimney in the wall, and then diffuses into the air through the chimney.  And this smoke also transmits the temperature of the stove fire to the kang.  This is still the wisdom left by our ancestors.  The most important thing to build a kang is ventilation. The orientation of the adobe that resists the hole must be designed to reserve a passage for the smoke and fire in the world.  In the inner part of the kang, the construction of large adobes is mainly based on experience. Like playing Tarot cards, the construction of adobes also has its own rules, which have been passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors.

    There are two kinds of adobes: vertical and horizontal. The vertical adobes are placed upright, and the distance between them is slightly smaller than that of one adobe. On the horizontal edge of the same adobe, two horizontal adobes must be placed.  Only in this way can it be like a nine-chain chain of buckles, each link being linked together to ensure that all the adobes stand safely.  and the heaviest?When the old black pig is about to give birth, take it out and feed it.  Except for the two hours or so when they were just out of the oil mill, these peanut residues were still a little soft. Once the next day, they will become as hard as stones.  Grinding all the peanut crumbs is also a big job.  They used the old-fashioned 28 bicycles to push the dozen or so pieces of peanut crumbs forward.  Because Erba bicycle is too old, it is already very strenuous to pedal, so it is better to push it to save effort.  Came to the roller on the street.  This street is the busiest place in Qingxi Village, located in the center of the north and south, then runs through the east and west sides of Qingxi Village, and leads to Qingdong Village in the east.  There are often a group of old men in their 60s and 70s basking in the sun on the street.  The mill is a rare public property in Qingxi Village that is placed outside. Since it is really a big worthless rock, even after many years, it still stands safely on the busiest street.

    Chen Yao and Yang Yi supported the dilapidated 28, and they threw the scum on the ground with great effort.  There was a cloud of dust splashed on the ground. At this time, I was really not afraid of falling, and I even hoped that the strength of this moment could smash as many dregs as possible.  Because, the most important job for them next is to break up these dregs.

    Yang Yi took out two pieces of dregs as hard as rocks and put them on the pan of the mill, and took out two hammers, one for Chen Yao and her.  Chen Yao is quite familiar with this process.  She and her mother were on both sides of the roller and began to beat hard.

    "Be careful, don't hit your hands." Yang Yi told Chen Yao while hitting hard.  They have to use a lot of strength to smash the garbage into small pieces. Because the range of the grinding pan is too small, small pieces will pop out from time to time.  Yang Yi would not allow such a precious thing, even a small piece.  She used her hands to carefully protect the small pieces of dross that fell off, which put their hands in a dangerous range from the hammer.  This work always makes them sweat profusely, and even the heavy cotton clothes on their bodies have to be opened.  When all the dregs are smashed, most of them will be collected in bags first, and the remaining small part will be crushed with a roller.  Round and round, Chen Yao really couldn't count how many times she would go around in one day.  In order to save energy, some people will blindfold the donkey or the cow to drive the roller, but Yang Yi is reluctant to part with the old donkey.  The old donkey had done so much for the family throughout the autumn, and she couldn't bear it.  So, even though I was tired, I still pushed the roller manually with my daughter, sliding the dregs under the roller with my hands while pushing, trying to make them bear the force evenly.

    "Here comes the popcorn popper, who pops the popcorn." The loud voice of the peddler penetrated several streets, and then got closer, and the sound of the three horsemen's "chug chug" got closer and closer.  Chen Yao heard the vendor's first call, but she didn't say anything, she still pushed the roller in her hand with peace of mind.  Later, the merchants parked Sanmazi at the entrance of this street, and then people brought rice to popcorn popcorn one after another.  She still couldn't hold back, and occasionally looked up.  The smell of popcorn is really too sweet, it is continuously passed into Chen Yao's nostrils through the air, and then touches her saliva.  And all of this, of course, was seen by Yang Yi.

    "I'll sweep the rest by myself. Go home and sieve some cornmeal, and pop some popcorn too."

    "Really?"

    "Go quickly." The broom in Yang Yi's hand didn't stop sweeping the dregs on the grinding pan, and even vigorously swept the swept area until she saw that the grinding pan was shiny.

    "Don't forget, take the saccharine."

    "OK, all right."

    Chen Yao took the order and ran back home quickly, then found the snail and started to sieve the cornmeal.  Her movements were so quick and neat, because she was afraid of missing like last time.  Looking at the cornmeal rising gradually in the plastic bag, Chen Yao hesitated whether to get it again, after all, this is the most important ration in the family.  But thinking of the sweet taste, she kept reaching for the ration bag.  While sifting cornmeal, counting the number of people in line.  Finally, he stopped the movement in his hand and ran back quickly.  Fortunately, the people in line are still there.

    "Crunch."

    is brittle.

    "Crunch."

    is sweet.

    That is the rare taste of happiness in the next year.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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