Take space to raise cubs on the road to escape

After leaving Uncle Li Shan's house, Gu Lan went straight home.

The children hadn't finished school yet, so after thinking about it, they went back to their room and prepared to draw a few more drawings.

I just remembered that it is not possible to make it with iron, but I don't know how to use copper.

There is still a bronze workshop in Yunzhou City. After drawing the blueprints, go back to the city to ask.

This can be regarded as two-handed preparation, if one can be completed, her initial preparation for wine making will be considered as completed.

As long as the tool becomes a follow-up, she will start to prepare, especially the wine koji, which needs to be distributed in advance. If you want a good wine koji, you have to experiment many times.

While Gu Lan was concentrating on drawing drawings, a donkey cart loaded with things slowly drove from the entrance of the village to the school behind the village.

The last time Meng Qingyu came, and many people saw him when he left, and then the village chief informed him that he would be the wife of Li's Village in the future, and many people knew him.

Seeing that it was Master Meng with the donkey cart, the people who were resting and chatting by the road greeted enthusiastically, and when they saw the cart full of things, they knew that Master Meng was moving today, and they all followed enthusiastically.

With everyone's help, Meng Qingyu, who returned to the backyard of the school, would have unloaded a car full of things in a short time. It would have taken him a quarter of an hour or two, but in fact he had no chance to do it.

If he hadn't stopped him, the enthusiastic big guy would have almost helped him organize the things he had moved down.

After thanking the enthusiastic people, Meng Qingyu let out a sigh of relief. The enthusiasm was too much to bear, but he was really moved, and he also felt the kindness of the people in Lijia Village.

Inexplicably, I have a little hope for the days to come.

Then he drove away quickly, and when he came for the second time, the village head Li who got the news also came.

Also this time it was still useless to get him to do it, everyone unloaded all the things on the car one by one.

Originally, the village chief would also go up to help, but with so many people here, how could village chief Li be needed? He didn't see Meng Qing help the donkey cart dumbfoundedly in this place where the rightful owner didn't touch his hands.

Looking at the enthusiastic villagers, Village Chief Li stroked his goatee in relief and smiled brilliantly.

"Master Meng, how many do you have at home? Why don't you let my eldest son go with you in a car, saving you the trouble of running back and forth."

The village head looked at the hot sun in the sky and said seriously.

It was still very hot running back and forth in this weather, and Meng Fuzi's clothes were already soaked with sweat.

"Thank you, village chief, there's no need, the rest is just some trivial things, and it's about the same for one trip." Meng Qingyu thanked.

"Aren't there still children and mothers?"

"It's just attached to them."

"Okay, I'll ask your aunt and daughters-in-law to come and help clean up later."

"No need, no need, how can I tire my aunt and the others, besides, there are not many things, our husband and wife will be able to put them away in a short time." Meng Qingyu quickly waved his hand.

"Okay." Master Meng didn't want Village Chief Li to nod. After all, he didn't really know him that well. This sentence is really a polite sentence.

However, he thought that when he went back later, he would ask the old woman to cook more food, and then ask his son to bring some over.

It was almost noon now, and it was estimated that the couple might not have time to cook after they came back.

Adults can survive without eating, but children may not be able to survive.

Life in Lijia Village is better. Everyone has spare money, so it is worthwhile to cook a few more meals.

And life is getting better, and I also eat three meals a day like Gulan, and I am used to it these days.

Meng Qingyu soon left again in the donkey cart, and when he returned to Lijia Village again, there were four members of his family in the cart.

Maybe it was lunch time at noon, but this time I didn't meet anyone on the village road.

The couple quickly unloaded the things into the room and began to organize.

While tidying up, he heard someone shouting outside the door, the couple looked at each other strangely, Meng Qingyu turned and walked out of the bedroom.

"Is Master Meng there?"

"You are brother Li Youzhi." Meng Qingyu looked at the slightly gentle man in front of him, and recognized Li Youzhi, the eldest son of the village chief.

"Master Meng has a good memory. It's me. When you first moved here, you must have had no time to cook. I made some at home. Dad asked me to bring some. Master Meng, please don't dislike me."

Speaking of which, Li Youzhi handed the basket in his hand forward, seeing that Master Meng had no intention of taking it, he reached out and grabbed Master Meng's hand and put the basket in his hand.

"No, no, how did this happen? My wife has already prepared it in advance, and the village chief's kindness is appreciated, but I really don't need it."

While speaking, Meng Qingyu pushed the basket in his hand forward, but Li Youzhi refused to take it, and stepped back in a few strides.

He smiled and said, "I've already taken it over, so how can I take it back? Master Meng, just take it without being too polite, it's just plain food."

Then he took a few steps back, "I'm still in a hurry to go back to eat, so I won't talk to Master Meng."

"Hey...Brother Li..." Meng Qingyu hurriedly shouted, but unfortunately he had already turned around and left the school gate.

Seeing the basket in his hand, Meng Qingyu went back to his new home in the backyard in silence.

"Husband, who is it?"

Hearing familiar footsteps, Meng Mishi, who was tidying up in the bedroom, asked while moving the quilt in his hand into the box.

"It's the eldest son of the village head." Meng Qingyu put the basket in his hand on the table in the main room and walked to the bedroom.

"Here comes the food delivery." He said and took the quilt from the lady's hand and stuffed it into the cabinet.

Ever since his father and mother got sick, he and his wife have supported each other. These days, he is no longer the Meng Qingyu who used to open his mouth for clothes and food.

Hearing this, Meng Mi was stunned for a moment, "Husband, I suddenly feel that Lijiacun is pretty good."

"Lady, my husband suddenly feels the same way."

After speaking, the couple looked at each other and smiled, and the haze in their eyes dissipated a lot at this moment.

Compared with Lijiacun, they have suffered too much staring these days.

Friends who used to look pretty good have gradually alienated them, lest the couple open their mouths to borrow money.

In less than a year, the couple had tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships, but they did not expect to feel kindness and warmth in this humble village.

Maybe coming here is really a good decision.

"Mom, can I raise chickens in the back yard?" The little girl who was sent to play in the yard ran in happily.

The little guy was too young, and wanted to help clean up like his elder brother, but the busier and messier it became, there was no other way, so she sent her to explore the yard.

After a while, I couldn't stay any longer, and a little idea came out.

But it is true that you need to raise a few chickens, and it will be cheaper to eat eggs at home in the future.

"Okay, let your father help Mianmian build a chicken coop in the backyard later, and we will raise chickens."

"Mother, do you agree?" The little girl was very pleasantly surprised.

"Of course, mother's words don't count when she speaks." Meng Mishi was also very happy.

"Thank you mother" The excited little girl looked at her father happily after receiving her mother's approval, and shouted loudly: "Father..."

Meng Qingyu: "..."

When will he be able to build a chicken ring, but looking at his daughter's bright eyes, he must know whether he will or not, and nodded decisively.

Then seeing her daughter's brighter smile, she suddenly felt that it was just a chicken coop, and she must have made a good foundation later. At worst, she could ask the villagers for advice, how can a living person be suffocated to death by urine.