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The hill east of Xiahetun is a busy and lively scene.
Dozens of young and strong laborers are working hard. Some are leveling the land and digging foundations, some are carrying mud and rocks, and others are carrying wood. No one is lazy and they are working very hard.
40 big men earn a day's wages. Everyone knows what this means. No one wants to be fired for being lazy. In that case, they will never be able to stand up straight in Xiahetun, and they will inevitably be scolded by their family members when they return home. .
At this time, the weather is cold and the ground is freezing. Although the heavy snow that fell all day and night yesterday has stopped, the vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth is covered with a thick layer of snow. The cold wind howls, making people shiver with cold.
Despite this, everyone still works very hard. Although it is cold, when you really get busy and start working, your whole body is warm and you don't feel cold. It is the coldest thing if you don't move all the time.
Liu Jin was wearing a cotton coat and a cotton hat on his head, followed by Zhao Erhu. Behind him, Widow Xie led two village women, each carrying a basket.
"Grandpa Zhou~"
Liu Jin came to the construction site, and the person responsible for building the house on Liu Jin's behalf was the village chief, Uncle Zhou. At this time, he was not idle for a moment. He was holding the construction drawings given by Liu Jin in his hand and was discussing with several masons. How can we build a better house?
"Brother Jin~"
Seeing Liu Jin coming over, Uncle Zhou and others also smiled and greeted Liu Jin.
"Grandpa Zhou, I'm really in trouble for you. You are so old. I really feel sorry for you to be busy working in the snow."
Liu Jin looked at the old Uncle Zhou, and really wanted to ask him to go back and rest, but he couldn't. This time, Uncle Zhou insisted on coming over to help Liu Jin, saying that Liu Jin would work for the big guy, and the villagers wanted him. To be worthy of Liu Jin, as the village chief, he must supervise and control things well.
"No trouble, no trouble. There is nothing to do if you sit at home anyway. If you go out and move around, you will not feel cold."
"Brother Jin, I can't understand the numbers on your drawing. Can you tell us about it? We have been thinking about it for a long time, and we always feel that the house you designed is a little different."
Uncle Zhou smiled and shook his head, then took out the drawings and asked Liu Jin.
"These are Arabic numerals, which are very easy to calculate and understand. You see, these are 0123456789, which is very simple."
Liu Jin looked at it and saw that they couldn¡¯t understand the numbers on the drawings he had drawn, so he explained to them with a smile.
"I see, these Arabic numerals are quite easy to remember."
When the others heard it, they all immediately understood it. Arabic numerals are very simple, and children can learn them as soon as possible, let alone adults. When Liu Jin said it, they understood it immediately.
"I saw this in a book. Counting our numbers is more troublesome and not as convenient and simple as this Arabic numeral, so I also used this Arabic numeral."
Liu Jin smiled and said that it was very troublesome for ancient people to count, and their respective base systems were also very confusing. It would be really difficult to count numbers without special study.
¡°Brother Jin, what¡¯s the use of designing these pipelines?¡±
"And why is this house designed like this? It's very inconvenient."
Others took the drawings designed by Liu Jin and began to ask questions. The things Liu Jin designed were very novel. They, the masons, had never seen them before.
¡°We¡¯ll talk about this later. Let¡¯s have lunch first. We¡¯ve been busy all morning and we¡¯re all tired.¡±
Liu Jin looked at Widow Xie and the others who were already busy and said with a smile.
In fact, Liu Jin didn't need to say it. Everyone had already noticed that Widow Xie and the other women found a flat place with their baskets and spread them out. The quilts covering the baskets were lifted up, revealing the white clothes. Angry big steamed bun.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Two wooden barrels are opened, billowing white gas is drifting in all directions along with a hint of meat aroma, making everyone who has been busy all afternoon unable to help but swallow their saliva.
¡°It¡¯s time to eat~ It¡¯s time to eat~¡±
Widow Xie¡¯s voice is very loud, and when she shouts, the sound can be heard several miles away.
"Eat, eat~"
Everyone put down what they were doing and hurriedly gathered around, looking very anxious and scrambling for fear of eating less.
"What?"
Xie Widow will want one spoonfulThe hand holding the bun flew away and he said sternly.
"Eat, didn't you ask us to come over for dinner?"
The man touched his hand and said weakly.
"Queue up. If you want to eat, please queue up for me. Otherwise, you will just wait and drool while watching others eat."
The widow of Xie was loud, watching the appearance of the hungry ghosts around, and if they let them grab them, it is estimated that they would fight.
Hearing what Widow Xie said, everyone had to line up one by one and waited very anxiously. Wang Ermazi was small and fast, so he was at the front and the first one.
"2 steamed buns and a bowl of soup~"
Widow Xie handed two steamed buns to Wang Ermazi, and another village woman next to her filled a thick bowl with a bowl of hot soup. This soup was egg broth. A large pot of soup was topped with dozens of eggs. , plus soup made from cheap pork bones that no one wants.
Liu Jin knew that it was very important to drink hot soup when working in this winter, so he also asked Widow Xie to make this soup. It didn't cost much, but for the villagers in Xiahetun, this soup was very important. Definitely the best thing to go with steamed buns.
There was no good food, there were too many people, and Liu Jin could not treat Zhao Heishan's family to a meal. White flour steamed buns paired with this bone and egg soup would be enough.
"Put more meat~"
Wang Ermazi was holding two big steamed buns, looking at the soup in the bowl, and couldn't help but say to the person holding the spoon.
"Go, go, you can come back after eating."
Widow Xie waved her hands repeatedly. As soon as she said this, Wang Ermazi immediately excitedly walked to the side with the steamed buns and a thick bowl and started to devour them.
In just a few bites, I finished off a big steamed bun, and then, without fear of burning it, I picked up the big bowl and started drinking the soup. I finished it in a few seconds, and then ran to the back of the line to queue up.
"A starving ghost is reincarnated~"
"How come you eat so fast~"
"Be careful to die~"
The other people who hadn¡¯t eaten yet all swallowed their saliva and said, but when it was their turn, everyone was like Wang Ermazi, eating faster than the other.
"Everyone, eat slowly. Brother Jin said, if you have enough white flour steamed buns and enough soup, eat slowly. Don't choke to death. Brother Jin will be lazy when the time comes."
Widow Xie looked at everyone and immediately shouted out again. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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