Take space to raise cubs on the road to escape

After the wheat harvest, everything in the Gu family was back on track, and the family education classes resumed, except for the busy Butler Jin.

With all the servants in the family and the short-term labor hired by Gao Jin, they plowed the land to plant the next crop of grain.

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts turn the millstones. Even if all the places are in busy farming now, there will still be people who have excess labor at home to earn money.

Two hundred dollars a day is still very attractive. After two days, you can go out to work part-time for half a month.

It didn't take a few days for all these fields to be plowed, and all the next crop of grain was planted. Corn, soybeans, and peanuts were planted in the [-]-acre field.

When everything is busy and complete, it has officially entered the hot summer.

For more than half a month, the scars on the faces of Lin Fuzi and the three children also gradually fell off. Apart from the slight redness and scars, there were only faint marks left on the faces of the previous ink punishment, and the ink characters were pulled out. Seventy-eight out of ten, the words are completely invisible.

Of course, it will take a few months or even longer for the scar to heal completely, but this is enough to make Lin Fuzi and Jin Guanjia's family happy.

Even if there is a scar on the face, it's better than wearing the ink punishment that makes people look like a sinner.

For this reason, Mrs. Lin and Butler Jin specially came to kneel in front of the master to thank him.

The success of pulling out the black ink punishment also made all the servants in the ancient house very enthusiastic. They tried their best to express themselves, and hoped that the young master would help them remove the black ink punishment on their faces, even if it hurt them to death.

Regarding the performance of the servants in the family, Gu Lan is naturally happy to see the results.

On this day, after breakfast, I sent my son to the home school. Gu Lan was going to visit Uncle Li Shan. As for the village school, which was scheduled to be after the summer, Master Meng was also given a certain amount of time to prepare, so as not to rush to teach and not be fully prepared. .

It has been many days since the drawing was handed over to Uncle Li Shan, and I don't know how Uncle Li Shan did it and whether it was successful.

A few days ago, she drew a few new blueprints and sent them to a bronze workshop in the city. The stewards there did not give a definite answer, just like Uncle Li Shan. Look at the results again.

Although it was based on the results, Gu Lan knew that as long as a bronze workshop as big as this was willing to accept work, it meant that it would be close to ten, and it would be waiting to get the finished product in seven days.

Compared with the copperware workshop, Uncle Li Shan was a little worried. After all, it is still difficult to make a still pot out of wood.

Not knowing whether it was a success or not, I was a little worried and stopped at the door of Uncle Li Shan's half-hidden house.

"Is Uncle Shan at home?"

"Who is it?" An old woman's voice came from the courtyard.

"Ma'am, it's me, Gulan," she said as she stepped across the threshold and stood inside the door.

"It's Gu kid..." The old lady's voice was visibly more cheerful, seeing the eyes of the person at the door lit up, she then shouted towards the backyard, "Old man, old man, come quickly, Gu kid is here."

"What are you doing standing at the door? Hurry up and come in!" The old lady waved to Gu Lan at the door.

"Eh"

"Are you here to see what kind of pot it is?"

"You can't hide anything from Madam, indeed." Gu Lan smiled shyly.

"My aunt knows about this. It seems to be finished. Uncle Shan said that it seems to be doing something. Oh, it is being shaped. He said it is to prevent deformation. It seems that it will be almost the same in a few days."

"Really? How do you say Uncle Li Shan made it?" Gu Lan was a little excited. As expected of an old carpenter for decades, his craftsmanship is extraordinary.

Then he couldn't wait to look at the place where Uncle Li Shan was working, under the shed on the west side of the courtyard.

It's a pity that apart from wood and a few finished furniture tables and chairs, there is no still she wants to see.

"Gulan is here."

At this moment, Uncle Li Shan's voice came from a distance, interrupting her thoughts.

I saw the old man shaking the water stains on his hands as he walked. It looked like he had just done some work. His trouser legs rolled up to his knees hadn't been put down yet, and his shoes were covered with mud.

"Uncle Shan" Gu Lan shouted.

Li Shan nodded, and turned to the smiling old woman, "Damn it, what are you doing standing up and pour tea quickly."

"Yes yes yes, look at me, I am so happy to see Gu kid patronizing me, I even forgot to pour tea for him."

The old lady responded by clapping her hands, then smiled at Gu Lan: "Boy Gu, let Uncle Shan talk with you, and Madam will make sugar water for you."

Gulan quickly waved her hand, "Ma'am, it's not a guest, don't bother, I drink it at home, I'm not thirsty."

"However, some sugar water will be gone as soon as you urinate, don't be polite to the aunt, just wait." Said the old lady turned and left.

Gulan: "..."

He silently retracted his outstretched hand.

"Your aunt is right. It's just some sugar water. It's nothing special that life is better now. Speaking of which, it's thanks to your blessing." Thinking of the good times now, Li Shan couldn't help sighing.

If someone told him when he was fleeing famine that he would live a good life in the future, he would not believe it if he was killed.

But the fact is true, ever since Gulan appeared in their team, everything seems to be turning around for the better, this kid is a real lucky star.

Some elders in the village are rare of him, and young people admire him even more.

Not to mention a little bit of sugar water, they are willing to eat and drink, but unfortunately they are not so lucky.

It seems that it is indeed thanks to her, Gulan couldn't help thinking while smiling humbly.

"Let's go, uncle will take you to see what's on the blueprint." Knowing Gu Lan's purpose, Li Shan didn't delay any longer and went straight to the point.

"Hey" Gu Lan hurriedly followed.

After walking in, I realized that it was no wonder that she hadn't seen anything before. It turned out that the things she wanted were blocked behind several cabinets.

Maybe I was afraid of taking up space, so I moved it to the end.

The corners of Gu Lan's mouth couldn't help but curl up after seeing the real thing. The things were made just like the ones she drew on the blueprints.

"Uncle Shan, you are amazing." Gu Lan admired him sincerely. He really deserved to be a veteran carpenter of more than ten years, and he did a really good job.

The shape of the whole still pot is like pots of different shapes connected upside down. The upper one is in the shape of a normal cylindrical wooden barrel, with two round tubes at the bottom, which are reserved for wine making and are the most important. One part that Gulan looked at was made of bamboo.

The difficulty is that the wooden basin with the bottom upside down is not a normal cylinder. It must be perfectly combined with the upper cylindrical wooden barrel. The two are connected, which requires basic skills.

To be honest, what she did was much better than she imagined.

"Uncle Shan, you are so awesome." Looking at the finished Gulan, I was a little excited. If the most important still pot is ready, and then make good distiller's yeast, wine making will not be a problem.

"No, no, the old man just did too much, and it's just a bit of a touch, and he's still far from a cow." Li Shan waved his hand politely.

"Uncle Shan is just too modest." Gulan continued to flatter.

Who doesn't like to hear good words, and Li Shan is no exception, as can be seen from his unbroken mouth.

Furthermore, it is indeed very powerful, and she is telling the truth.

Then she noticed the ropes tightly surrounding the stilling pot, which might be the molding that the aunt said earlier.