The doors and windows inside were closed, and it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the dim light inside.

The room was messy and there was a half-finished wooden wedding bed.

There are piles of scattered wood, saws, axes on the ground...

"Qing'er, why are you here?"

The sound came from the small wooden shop inside the house.

Yang Ruoqing followed the sound, and her fifth uncle was half leaning there, looking at her and smiling.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Uncle Wu, how do you feel now?"

She walked over and stood in front of Yang Huazhou's bed.

Yang Huazhou said: "It's much better. Uncle Wu is fine. Don't worry."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

But he still leaned down and carefully inspected his arm.

The swelling has completely subsided.

In other injured places on the body, the wounds are also healing.

"Uncle Wu, you need someone to take care of you. How did grandma arrange it?"

She asked again immediately.

Uncle Wu's left arm was injured and he had to be fed.

When you wash your face, take a shower, etc., you have to have someone by your side to help you twist the handkerchief.

Yang Huazhou heard this and said: "Yong Jin has been here before, and he will come around later."

"That's good."

Yang Ruoqing said, and gave Yang Huazhou a few more words before turning to leave.

"Qing'er, Uncle Wu wants to ask you something." He called to her.

"What's going on?"

"When will Uncle Wu's arm be able to work?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised, looked at the half-made bed on the ground, and understood.

"Uncle Wu, the bone fracture in your hand is quite serious."

"In five days, I will remove the straps for you."

"Serving the bowl, getting dressed, etc., no problem."

"But if you want to do carpentry work with an axe, saw, etc., it will take a month."

"How many months?"

Yang Huazhou was stunned for a moment.

"Today is November 23rd, and your fifth aunt is going to come in in half a month."

"Not to mention tables and chairs, my wedding bed is only half-furnished. How can I fix it?"

Yang Huazhou looked anxious.

Yang Ruoqing understood his mood.

A man in his mid-twenties is still a golden single in modern times.

But in ancient times, people could get married and have children at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

Yang Huazhou is an old bachelor who is out of place.

"A sharpening of a knife will make a difference in chopping wood. Uncle Wu, it's important that you take good care of your arms."

Yang Ruoqing advised.

"My father and uncle will definitely make arrangements for the marriage bed."

After comforting Yang Huazhou, Yang Ruoqing left his house and headed towards the old Luo family.

Yang Huazhong's legs were just healthy, so she went over to help demolish the house. She was a little worried.

As soon as she left Old Yang's house, a bullock cart slowly came towards Old Yang's house.

The driver was a young man.

Two women were sitting on the bullock cart, one of whom was holding a two-year-old boy in her arms.

…

When Yang Ruoqing arrived at the old Luo's courtyard, it was very busy inside.

Uncle Chang Geng, Uncle Daniu, and a few men in the village who knew how to do brickwork.

Everyone was busy building bricks and mortar there.

Blacksmith Luo was holding a shovel at the side to pound the mud.

The reconciled mud is placed in a small wooden barrel.

Luo Fengtang carried it back and forth to the people building bricks over there.

After carrying it, he turned back to Yang Huazhong's side.

Yang Huazhong was sitting on a stool with a dust-proof hemp bag covering his legs.

He held a brick knife in one hand and picked up an adobe brick in the other hand.

Cleanly cut off the uneven things on the adobe bricks.

Then lay the flattened adobe bricks on one side.

"Uncle Third, take a break when you are tired, and I will cut the bricks!"

Luo Fengtang wiped the hot sweat from his head and said to Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong smiled and shook his head: "My job is the easiest, how can I be tired!"

Luo Fengtang grinned and leaned down to pile the adobe bricks that Yang Huazhong had flattened together.

He held it up with both hands and walked away, sending it to Chang Geng and the others over there.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the adobe bricks he held in his arms.

After counting, I handed over ten yuan at a time.

Each adobe brick is as big as a laptop.

Much thicker than a notebook.

After calculation, it must be several dozen kilograms.

His sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, and his exposed arms were strong and even.

When exerting force, the wheat-colored muscles become stiff one by one.

Full of masculine wildness and full of explosive power.

"father!"

Yang Ruoqing called out to Yang Huazhong and walked over with a smile.

Luo Fengtang's eyes lit up when he saw Yang Ruoqing coming.

Just as he was about to move the bricks and leave, he suddenly stopped.

He picked up two more adobe bricks and put them on top. He gritted his teeth, picked them up and left.

This move did not escape Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

Looking at his back, the corners of her mouth curled up.

You're such a dull gourd, but you still have such a strong desire to express yourself?

This kid!

"Qing'er, why don't you sleep more?"

Yang Huazhong asked with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze and said to Yang Huazhong: "I've slept well, come over and see if I can help."

"Qing'er, these jobs are dirty and tiring, you can't do them."

Luo Fengtang returned after delivering a batch of adobe bricks.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the hot sweat on his forehead and the large patch of sweat on his chest.

"Go back home quickly, wipe off your sweat, and drink some tea. You will feel weak after sweating so much," she said.

Luo Fengtang shook his head disapprovingly: "It's okay, I'll drink it later when I have a rest."

"Qing'er, you have some fun by yourself, I'll do something first."

"okay."

I saw him leaning down and adding bricks to himself again. This time he added ten bricks, and he actually wanted to add more.

Yang Ruoqing walked over and held down his arm.

"One bite won't make you fat. Just move less and make more trips." She warned.

Luo Fengtang grinned: "It's okay, I have plenty of strength."

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "You shouldn't use it like this if you have the strength. It has to flow slowly."

"Quickly, put a few pieces back. Slowly when you get up, don't get up to your waist."

I heard her whispering instructions from the side.

His heart felt like he had drunk honey, and his whole body was filled with endless energy.

After a while, Blacksmith Luo came over and asked everyone to take a rest.

"Tang Yazi, go to the kitchen to get hot water to make tea for your uncles!"

Blacksmith Luo greeted Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang responded, turned around and entered the kitchen.

After a moment, he came out with a frown on his face.

"Uncle, where did my aunt go? There isn't even a bowl of hot water in the kitchen!"

Blacksmith Luo was stunned for a moment.

"After breakfast, didn't you say you went to make tea? Why didn't you make tea?" he asked.

Luo Fengtang shook his head.

Not only did they not make tea, but the dishes and chopsticks we had eaten in the morning were not washed!

"Uncle, you smoke cigarettes with uncle and the others first, and I'll make tea. It'll be fine in a while."

Luo Fengtang turned around and entered the kitchen.

Blacksmith Luo looked a little embarrassed and took out his dry smoke to greet everyone.

Fortunately, Yang Huazhong and Chang Geng are also honest people.

He didn't care, he just took a cigarette and sat together to rest and talk about the mountains.

Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huazhong: "I'm going to help Tang Yazi."
Chapter completed!