Sang Bai held the reins in one hand and a small willow stick in the other, and asked at the people around him, "That's all?"

"Well, Mr. Sang, that's all," Ji Lianyong said loudly.

Seeing that this was enough, Sang Bai drove the big bull to walk in the mud in circles. Every time he walked by, the men next to him piled up the soil that had not been stepped on with shovels.

At this time, the mud was mixed with straw. If it was a person who was on his feet, it would be bloody. But it didn't matter. The dried straw jokes were trampled into the mud. As the grass stems became softer and softer, the mud became harder and harder.

The big Guniu was working hard. After a while, Qiu Huo seemed to think this job was fun, so he stood in the mud and followed the big Guniu and stepped on it. After stepping for a while, he seemed to feel that there was no fun, so he rushed to the front of the big Guniu and stepped on it.

"Hey, this is a good step," Ji Lianren praised.

Ji Lianyong smiled and said, "That's not good. It's like a talent of about 100 pounds. How many pounds do these two things add up? OK, don't talk nonsense. Take the mold over tightly. You guys are ready to take off the bricks."

"You still have to take off the bricks?"

Sang Bo believes that if the mud is trampled like this, then he should start building it. He didn’t see any bricks in the small dirt houses in his house. Could it be that there is still a certain level in building a dirt house?

Ji Lianyong was squatting beside the wet mud, stretched out his hand and rubbed it a few times, then pulled out a straw stem from it and looked at it, then answered Sang Bai's question: "Of course you have to take off the blanks. The earthen houses are covered with adobe bricks with mud on them. You can't see the adobe bricks in the walls. There is another layer of mud on the outside, covering the bricks inside. After living there for a long time, they were originally soiled, so it was not easy to see it."

As we were chatting, Ji Lianxin and his friends were already pushing a truck of wooden boards with a single-wheeled chicken bus.

When I arrived at the drying yard, I pushed the car forward, lifted my hands, and unloaded the truck of small wooden boards on the drying yard.

As soon as the car was placed on the side, the people sat on the shade and began to assemble the boards.

It is natural to install something very simple. In a short while, the Sanbai saw a wooden frame about 40 cm long, twenty cm wide, and about fourteen or five cm deep.

"Shut the mud!"

Seeing that everyone had put all the molds in place, Ji Lianyong shouted loudly.

So a group of people began to divide the work, some people transported the mud to the drying yard, while some people started to make bricks.

This thing is very simple. Press the kneaded mud into the mold. After it is filled, press it with a square wooden block onto the mud blank, and then hammer the square wooden block with a wooden hammer to press the mud tightly. When the mud in the mold can no longer be hammered, the brick blank becomes solid and can be removed from the mold.

It is easier to remove the mold. Put the made bricks together with the mold on the drying yard and place them. Pull the small wooden pins on the mold, so that the four wooden templates surrounding the mud blank will disperse.

If the wooden formwork is loose, you can use it again, but before making the next clay, you must dip it with water to prevent the clay from sticking to the board.

It is definitely not the first time that everyone has done this job. They are all very skilled. The only thing they are not skilled is Sangbai. He is responsible for Henini. After the big bull and autumn harvest, the task of Henini was greatly accelerated.

There is no way, the straw really can't hold on to the big bull and the large lattice of autumn harvest. It softens after a few steps, and turns from straw into straw tendons in mud.

As soon as the big bull and autumn harvest were used, some villagers kept coming to see it while they were resting. While watching, they all praised something like that much faster than before.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Sang Bai patted the ass on the ass and stood up.

"Mr. Sang, what are you doing?"

Someone saw that Sangbai was about to leave, so he opened his mouth and asked.

"It's almost noon, go home to cook," said Sang Bo.

Ji Lianyong stopped the work and said to Sang Bai: "Mr. Sang, don't go back. My aunt said in the morning that her house will serve meals at noon today."

"Supplying food? What about a hundred people, how can she offer it?" Sang Bai was a little surprised.

"I couldn't supply it before, but this year the harvest is good. Everyone's family has enough food, so there should be no problem." Chen Aiguo walked over at this time and continued with a smile.

Sang Bai thought, let’s wait and see what the big pot rice in this era looks like, so Sang Bai sat down again.

Waiting for the sun to hang in the middle, it was almost over 1:00. It was the early morning when the day was hot, a group of women appeared on the east path, each carrying a load and walking towards this side with a smile.

Before the people arrived, the voice arrived first.

"Sorry, everyone is here a little late. Everyone is washing their hands and preparing to have a meal!"

Hearing this sound, everyone put down their work, then scooped water to wash their hands with a scoop of water. After washing the mud on their hands, no one wiped it. After slamming it for two or three times, they were left to forget it.

Sang Bai also followed the crowd, but he washed his hands carefully and couldn't bring any mud on his hands. The few people following Sang Bai were embarrassed to be perfunctory, and washed their hands like Sang Bai, and waited for the meal together.

When the women picked up the carry, Sangbai discovered that most of the carry were steamed buns, not white buns but a little gray bun at a glance, you could tell that it was added with coarse grains. Now, except for Sangbai's family, the pure white flour is not affordable in the village.

"I'm sorry, everyone, it's the first time we've made so many meals. We don't have much experience and are very familiar with it. It's better to wait for the next meal..."

Chen Liguo's wife Yu Qiaomei said while posting steamed buns.

The steamed bun is very large and long. One steamed bun is as long as the length and width of an adult's palm, and must be at least seven or eight centimeters thick. The part underneath that is attached to the pot is roasted and browned, exuding an attractive wheat aroma.

"Hey! Aunt, we're going to make your family poor," a young man took the steamed bun and said jokingly.

Yu Qiaomei smiled and said, "It's just a meal at noon. How can you go home to eat in the evening, otherwise I really can't afford it!"

After hearing this, Sang Bai felt a little relieved. If any family, who were not rich, would be able to afford to build a house like this, it would be impossible to afford it, but one meal a day would probably be enough.

After being here for so long, Sangbai knows a lot about the villagers' appetite. A fifteen-and-a-half-year-old child can eat a bowl of rice in a sea bowl. It turns out that when the Sangbai was put, this bowl was enough for four middle-aged men to eat.

First, there is nothing to eat in this era, so children naturally have to eat hard for a meal. Second, everyone has no oil and water in their stomachs, and they eat too much and they are hungry.

"Mr. Sang, this is yours."

"Why do I still treat preferentially? I'm not a prisoner," Sangbai said with a wry smile.

In addition to steamed buns, Yu Qiaomei also had a small basin that had been raised, which contained some cold dishes. Before he came, it was called cold dishes, but now the villagers call it mixed dishes.

The name of the dish is like this, so you can imagine that miscellaneous vegetables are very mixed, so there are cucumbers, boiled small fried dough sticks, cooked long beans, and a little vermicelli. Anyway, seven or eight kinds of vegetables are mixed together, and salt is added to the water to add flavor.

"If you were a prisoner, our village would have captured you all over the mountains. If you don't mix it with them, these people are all rough..." Yu Qiaomei said.

"Mr. Sang, don't be polite. Anyway, you have no meat, so we don't envy you," said a half-year-old boy while eating.

The boy's words caused a burst of joy among the people around him.

Seeing this, Sang Bai didn't say much, so he broke the cake and put it in his mouth. After chewing it for a few times, he picked up another chopstick and mixed vegetables.

After mixing mixed vegetables with one bite, Sangbai's eyes lit up because the dish was really good. First of all, it was crispy when chewed, and it was cool after the mouth was put on. It was a bit spicy and a little salty. It tasted really good with a bite of steamed bun.

"This mixed vegetables are well made," Sang Bo said with a smile.

Yu Qiaomei said: "Well, then you can eat more. This craft is taught by my mother."

When Yu Qiaomei heard Sang Bo praise the mixed vegetables she made, she was very proud and started talking to Sang Bo while dividing steamed buns.

After hearing what Yu Qiaomei said, he realized that Yu Qiaomei was from Yu City. No wonder she had a bit of Sichuan flavor in mixed vegetables.

Sang Bai was eating steamed buns and mixing vegetables. After eating two bites, he heard Aunt Yu and Qiushou talking.

"Eat more, thanks to you today..."

Sang Bai turned his head and found that Qiu Sheng was sitting on the ground, like a small meat mountain. Aunt Yu bent over and stretched out her hands to stroke its two fluffy ears, and the other hand brought the cake into Qiu Sheng's mouth.

"Aunt, you're busy with your business, what do you care about it?" said Sangbai.

Yu Qiaomei immediately said, "How can I ignore it? This is a great hero. I specially made some more cakes for it. Look at this basket for it."

Sang Bai looked at Aunt Yu’s blue, and there were indeed seven or eight cakes inside. These cakes could feed two or three men, but for Qiuhuo, it was probably just half full.

Sang Bai didn't say much, and turned around and continued to eat his own meal.

After half a piece of cake, I dried a bowl of mixed vegetables, and Sangbai put down his chopsticks.

"What? Don't have an appetite?"

Ji Lianyong, who was sitting next to Sangbai, asked at Sangbai while eating.

"I don't eat much every day, and today I've performed extremely well." After saying that, Sangbai picked up the remaining half of the cake in his hand: "Who is not enough? I broke the cake, not bitten it."

"Give it to me"

Ji Lianxin took it with a smile.

"Will continue working next?" Sang Bai asked.

Ji Lianyong smiled and said, "How to do it on such a hot day? At least four or five o'clock, the sun is not so poisonous. You want to take a nap. It's okay, go to sleep, and we'll call you when the time comes."

After hearing this, Sang Bai stood up, turned around and returned to his own yard, moved a bamboo chair from the yard and lay under the big elm tree next to the drying yard at the door.
Chapter completed!