Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 142 The Artisans' Thoughts
From a distance, Yu'er saw Uncle Qi holding the bay horse with one hand and the donkey with the other.

Brother Qi was riding on a bay red horse, holding a big watermelon in his arms.With that cautious look, it seems that what she is holding is not a watermelon but some kind of treasure.

And when they were getting closer, Yu'er saw that Brother Qi's mouth was so wide that it almost reached his ears.

"Grandfather, do you see brother Qi?" Yu'er hurriedly told his grandfather what he saw.

"Haha, Yu'er, let's wait for noon to eat watermelon." Although Grandpa Meng said it calmly, his eyes have already seen that this watermelon is not small.

Alas, the only fly in the ointment is that you can't just take it back and eat it.It's not a pity to think about it. Whoever eats watermelon early in the morning, even if they have mines at home, they can't eat like this.

Grandpa Meng was comforting himself when he heard Qi He calling them from afar: "Grandpa Meng, Yu'er, hurry up and get the kitchen knife ready, we are going to eat watermelon soon."

Qi He: You can't do it without shouting. He hugged the watermelon all the way, and the sweet smell of the melon meat kept coming out from the cracks. He couldn't bear that tempting smell. No one knew, and he couldn't even remember to swallow it himself. How many times drool.

"Eat now?"

"Yes, Grandpa Meng, my father cracked this watermelon."

"Ah? I'm going to get the knife." Fu Yu, who was listening from the side, understood, "This is one of the best melons in a hundred."

"Move out the table." For the convenience of eating, Grandpa Meng first bought a low table, which can be put into serious use today.

Zheng Xiaoqi and the others heard it too, and ran over with a "huh".

They've all seen such a big watermelon, and if they don't ask them for a piece of it, they won't be able to let themselves go.

Before reaching the door of Meng's house, Qi Yuanshan and his son had already seen the young men in the guard waiting there.

"Oh, what a group of monkeys, a group of monkeys jumping up and down."

Zheng Xiaoqi and the others felt at ease as a monkey, and they also euphemistically said: If there are good things to eat, it doesn't matter to be a monkey!

"Hahaha." Grandpa Meng laughed heartily again.

There are people who build houses in the family, and they cannot be missed when eating melons.Grandpa Meng kindly asked them to stop for a while, each eating a piece of watermelon and working.

These people are led by Artisan Zhang, and they also know that this year is not good, and it is not easy to meet such a generous master as the Meng family.

Look at the progress of this project is getting faster and faster every day, but these people's daily food and drink is also a big headache.

Fortunately, there is such a large beach at home, the artisans working at home, and the young men in the guard, eat seafood porridge for breakfast.

No, everyone was chatting while working.

Craftsman Zhang felt that he had eaten too much in the past two days, and his voice was louder than usual, "It's enough for us to brag about it for a year after working in Meng's house."

With Craftsman Zhang taking the lead, Craftsman Tian also opened up the chatter box: "It's not a big deal, who has worked for someone before and eaten this good thing? It was when we worked for the Cao family in Ningyuan City, we didn't eat this good thing." .”

Speaking of this, Craftsman Qiu also did his part: "The Cao family is the richest man in Ningyuan City, and they are kind enough. We can also eat sorghum rice as we please."

When the Cao family was mentioned, Craftsman Qian also answered, "We can eat sorghum rice as we please, and stewed tofu with Chinese cabbage is enough."

"That's right, they are all good people, and they are not in vain." Craftsman Chen, who had always been quiet, interjected rarely. "However, it's been more than ten years since I took over my father's class to be able to do something like the second master Meng. It's the first job."

"Go back and ask the elders in the family, maybe Master Meng Er's style is the first." Craftsman Yu who had just ran over to look for things happened to hear it, and answered.

"Don't ask the elders, Master Meng Er is also the first one." Seeing that his brothers were all looking at him, Craftsman Qian said what he had heard before.

"Don't look at it for so many years. When I was a child, I can still remember what my father said every day when he came back every day. Except for going to work in the Cao's house and being able to really have a full meal, that's the case for other masters."

After hearing Craftsman Qian's words, they were all silent.These registered craftsmen are the same as those military households. They are passed down from father to son, and from son to grandson. Their ancestors have done similar jobs for generations.

"Hey." Craftsman Zhang sighed a long time, but he didn't dare to say it. It would be great when they can leave their citizenship.

Even if he doesn't say it, other people think the same as him.

"The foundation has been laid. I'll go to Mr. Meng Er to discuss what kind of windows to build." Craftsman Zhang didn't want to stay any longer, otherwise the few people would definitely have to chatter about those unrealistic things again.

After talking about it for many years, he was tired of hearing it, and he couldn't get rid of their fate of being registered craftsmen.

Grandpa Meng was sitting under the big tree near the shack, telling Qi He and Yu'er allusions, when he saw Craftsman Zhang coming over, he knew it was a serious business, and told the two children to play nearby.

"Master Meng Er."

"Hey." Grandpa Meng responded with a smile, pointed to the small wooden pier next to him, and asked Craftsman Zhang to sit down and talk.

"Master Meng Er, the foundation of this main house has almost been laid, and the villain came here just now to discuss with you the size of the window you want to make."

Hearing Craftsman Zhang mention the window, Grandpa Meng's eyes were different from usual, "Ci'er, where is Ci'er?"

Fu Xinci was flipping through the dried straw mushrooms next to the stove, when she heard her grandfather calling her, she quickly stood up and replied, "Grandfather, I am here."

"Ci'er, come here quickly."

"Eh."

When mentioning windows, Grandpa Meng thought of glass, and his hands shook with excitement.

Fu Xinci was so frightened that she couldn't speak fluently, "Grandfather, what's wrong with you?" Fu Xinci said with a heart: "Our life is going to be better as soon as we see it, you can't be paralyzed."

"Ci'er, grandfather is fine." Grandpa Meng reassured his granddaughter, and then told craftsman Zhang to discuss what kind of windows to make, and told his granddaughter.

"Oh." Fu Xinci's heart was finally calmed down, and she winked at her grandfather.

Grandpa Meng: ...?
"Grandfather." Fu Xinci quietly pointed to the shack where grandfather and the others live now, thinking: You were excited just now, why did you forget it now.

"Oh." Grandpa Meng didn't forget, but he was too excited, so he couldn't take care of it so well.

Now that he had been reminded by his granddaughter, he immediately stood up and led Craftsman Zhang to the door of the shack.It's just that when I landed, I felt like I couldn't find my heel.

Fu Xinci saw it, and hurried over to help the old man's arm, fearing that the old man's foot would not be stable, and he would fall badly.

Fu Yu, who was cleaning up the ground not far away, also dropped the pickaxe in his hand and ran back.

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