Eight zero peasant girl

Chapter 62 The Big Fool Master

"Stinky girl, are you lying to me? Master preached, as a disciple, you must be respectful and do not interrupt."

"Master, I..."

"Hush, listen to Master tell you about fishing experience."

Interrupting Meng Tang's explanation directly, old man Song went on and on.

Speechlessly looking at the bragging master, Meng Tang shook his head helplessly.

I don't understand why men of any age like to brag?
The little black dot gradually approached, Meng Tang stared at the familiar face, and subconsciously wanted to say hello, but was stopped before he could make a sound.

"Twenty years ago, when I was young and strong, I could swim two or three times back and forth in the river without panting. Although I am old and can't swim anymore, it is better than holding my breath. Few young people in the village can compare with me."

"Uncle Song, you are old and strong. No one in the village can compare to you."

The cowhide was inflated, and when he heard a familiar voice, Old Man Song turned his head and saw Song Xiangyang's warm smile, and smiled awkwardly: "Xiangyang, why are you here?"

Keenly aware of the reproachful eyes of the master, Meng Tang innocently put down the fishing rod and spread out her cold and red hands.

Wronged, she reminded, but the old man immersed in the world of bragging is too carried away!
"Uncle Song, the snowstorm destroyed many houses in the village. After thinking about it, I think it is necessary to discuss it with you."

"You want to organize young and strong villagers to repair houses?"

Song Xiangyang glanced at Meng Tang vigilantly, motioning for her to leave.

Frowning and watching Song Xiangyang's every move, old man Song muttered dissatisfiedly: "She is my apprentice, don't be on guard!"

Wow, Master is so handsome!
The master's domineering and pampering maintenance is like a country version of a domineering president, and Meng Tang's eyes are instantly starry.

"Hey, Uncle Song, I visited the county before and saw that they all use red bricks to build walls, which are solid and solid. If our village also uses red bricks to build houses, we don't need to repair them in summer, but in winter."

Old man Song was straightforward: "The villagers have no money!"

Master is the truth in the world!

But firing red bricks shouldn't be difficult. She seemed to remember the general ingredients when she read the chronicle novels.

Meng Tang closed her eyes and recalled the detailed steps in the novel, stammering and reciting: "To make red bricks, the first step is to get the soil. Clay is used to burn bricks, and the clay should not be exposed to rain. After digging out the clay, let the clay Naturally air-dried; second step: filtering. Disperse the clay lumps and sieve them by hand to leave a fine and dense pure soil; third step: softening. Add water to the pure soil, stir repeatedly, and make a thick mud; fourth step: plastic The thick mud is put into the mold, compacted and dried in the shade; the fifth step: firing. After the brick is dried at high temperature, it is fired at a very high temperature in the kiln, and then cooled out of the kiln."

"Apprentice, do you know how to make red bricks?" Meng Tang's eloquent explanation shocked old man Song.

Blue out of blue is better than blue, the younger generation, it's not easy!
"I don't understand, but that's what it says in the book. If you want red bricks, you must turn off the fire slowly at the last moment to let the outside air enter the kiln, and then red bricks will appear; if you want blue bricks, you need to sinter the adobe at high temperature. When using mud to seal the ventilation holes on the top of the kiln to reduce air ingress, and then pour water on the top of the kiln sealed with soil to cool down the temperature, until it is completely cooled and then exit the kiln, it will be green bricks."

Although he didn't understand, old man Song thought that what Meng Tang said was very reasonable, and asked emotionally: "Girl, can you copy down what you just said verbatim?"

"Okay, I'll go back and copy now."

Looking at Meng Tang who ran three steps and fell one step with a weird expression, Song Xiangyang turned his head to look at the expectant old man Song, and hit him without hesitation: "Uncle Song, she is messing around, and you will take it seriously?"

A girl about seven years old, not as tall as his legs, talks nonsense, how can she take it seriously?
"Xiangyang, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and the sea is boundless. There are people beyond the people, and there is the sky beyond the sky. As the village head, you should have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, not to be beaten to death with a stick."

Song Xiangyang spread his hands in embarrassment, and explained with a blushing face, "Uncle Song, it's not that I look down on her. It's just that Meng Tang just started school this year, how could she know so much."

"Whether Tangtang is right or wrong, you need to verify it. Xiangyang, do you know how much change it will bring to the village if a kiln factory is built?"

"Uncle Song, do you want to build a kiln factory in the village?"

God, he heard right!
It's just a discussion to collect money to buy red bricks in the town. How did it evolve to build a factory? No, I feel a little dizzy.

Old man Song lazily unloaded the small fish from the hook, and gave a grand speech: "Why not! Our village has a superior location, rich soil resources, and inexhaustible fuel. If you can get it from the county or city The district has hired experts to guide, and Songzhai will definitely become the richest village nearby."

"But we have no money!"

Old man Song's words touched Song Xiangyang's heart, but the real problem was too serious to overcome.

If you want to build a kiln factory, you first need to determine the site, then you need molds and professional technicians, and the most important thing is to have initial funds, but the village is very poor.

"Xiangyang, uncle also watched you grow up. You are good at everything, but you have no courage. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, people's lives have become better and better. In recent years, the country has liberalized policies and supported economic development. If you are really courageous, You can go to the county seat to apply for that kind of loan, or ask the county finance department for funding.”

"Uncle, it's not that I'm timid, but the risk is too great, and the villagers won't agree."

"Hmph, if you can make money, do you think they agree? Xiangyang, others don't know, but you still don't know. Compared with other nearby villages, Songzhai is far behind. The girls in other villages despise us The village is poor, and they are unwilling to marry in; all the girls in this village want to marry in other villages, if this continues, there will be more and more bachelors in our village, and the population will also decrease.”

"But I can't take that risk."

Uncle Song made sense, and he understood, but building a kiln factory was not in the plan, and he didn't discuss it with the villagers. He was afraid of causing dissatisfaction among the villagers.

Compared with making a fortune, he thinks that the people in a village are safe and happy, and it is good to live and work in peace and contentment!

Sitting next to Song Xiangyang with a ponytail, the old man Song sincerely persuaded him: "Xiangyang, uncle, tell you something from the bottom of my heart. The two girls in your family are growing up day by day. When our village is too poor in the future, Do you feel bad that your in-laws look down on them? As parents, we have to think about our children, even if we don't do some things, it will fall on the children, so think about it carefully."

The biting wind blew against his cheeks, and the prickly stubble of his beard was frozen hard. Song Xiangyang stared deeply at the frozen lake, making up his mind.

"I······"

"Master, village chief, I'm back!"

The silly Meng Tang rolled to Old Song's feet in a three-step-one-fall posture.

"Smelly girl, can you walk properly? What if a piece of ice is not strong and falls into the river?"

Meng Tang: But she has poor balance, and she will fall if she moves a little bit. It is her limit to be able to hold on to three steps and one fall.

Song Xiangyang stretched out his hand with a sullen face: "Where is the paper, let me have a look?"

　Some things, if this generation does not do it, then the next generation will be even more difficult.

　　As parents, they must pave a broad road for their children.To be honest, such a family relationship is so painful, at the cost of life, to win the light for the next generation!
　　If there is an afterlife, I hope that the children will be the parents, and the parents will be the children, and enjoy the happy time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)