My whole family is dancing

On the river beach, the Baijia brothers were struggling to dig a hole, and Bailihui and Bailichang were planning what to do with the workshop. You must know that they will be busy harvesting sugarcane at the end of the year, so how can they have time to start this workshop again.

Bailihui pondered for a while, "The pits haven't been dug, the water hasn't been brought in, and the bamboo hasn't been cut yet. I see that it's too late to earn the money at the end of the year. Why don't we dig a few holes first and cut the bamboo first?" Soak it up, build a house if you have time to spare, and wait until the spring to finish the brown sugar business, just in time for the workshop, and in time for Qingming."

Bailichang also meant the same thing, mainly because he didn't have so much money to spend in the workshop now, and the lime used to soak the bamboo would cost a lot of money.

Baichangsheng and Baichanglu also agreed, they couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

The village chief didn't come until the two of them had finished discussing. The one who ran was out of breath. He put his hips on his hips and slowed down for a while, "I wanted to ask about the Bodhisattva dug here the day before yesterday. What, is this a workshop?"

Bai Lihui expressed his helplessness. Village head Wang also did his best for the villagers, and he wanted to fight for the villagers for any good deeds.

"I wanted to set up a workshop for making incense paper money, so I agreed to do it, and I will come to make it in the next year."

The village chief was excited, "It really needs to be done."

It's terrible, their village will be a big village with two workshops in the future, which village in ten miles and eight villages is better than theirs?
"Do you want to invite someone?"

Bailichang nodded, "Yes, it's because the work is meticulous, and I want to invite older people from the village to come."

Many elderly people in the village are very dexterous, and what is needed to make incense paper money is dexterity. The men in their prime still have so much work in the fields, and they are all flustered.

"But I have to ask for brown sugar, and I'll invite you after I'm done."

The village head rubbed his hands cheerfully, "Okay, it's very good."

He already had this idea, just thinking about it and doing nothing. In the future, their village will not only grow sugarcane, but also be a village that specializes in funeral supplies, tsk tsk tsk, amazing.

Besides, if older people can earn some money in their hands, their children and grandchildren should be more filial.

"Brother Bai, this village is going to change a lot under your hands. It will be a blessing for the villagers if you become the head of the village."

Bai Changfu, who had changed into a new suit, came, followed by Wu Qiang. Wu Qiang, who wanted to buy someone at home, kept paying attention, "The people arrived today, but because there are so many people, it is said that they will enter the city tomorrow morning."

Only then did Bailihui remember what he said last time, and said to Bailichang: "It is said that several villages to the north of Fucheng were hit by floods. This time, many people came here with the escort of the prisoner. Do you want to go?" have a look?"

"Yes." Not only Bai Lihui was in a hurry, but both Bai Changsheng and his brother stopped, and their grandfather's house was also washed away by the water. The water came so fast that no one of them saw the grandfather's house before they came here.

"My old father-in-law knew that my hometown was here. After we arrived in Fucheng, we met people in the village and told them. When we met my old father-in-law, he told him to come to the southwest. If they got the news, they would definitely come. Follow me."

Saying that, Bailichang wiped away his tears again, "Brother, I had a hard time in those years, and it was my father-in-law who pulled me out. These days, I've been thinking about it, and I thought I'd go there in the next year." Go to Fucheng to inquire about them."

"My old lady was crying in the middle of the night."

Bai Lichang threw himself into his brother's arms again and wept. This time, Bai Lihui resisted the urge to push him away and kick him, and sighed silently.

"We'll be in town early tomorrow morning."

Seeing this, the village chief didn't continue to ask about the workshop, and walked away with his hands behind his back, sighing.

In the evening, there was the last altar celebration. Before the altar celebration started, the villagers raised funds to build the small temple for Heshen. The roof of the uncle’s house is thatched, and I don’t know which family’s haystack it was torn off. The paint on the river god was painted by Yuan Bai’s master.

Yuan Bai's master counted an hour, and just before the celebration altar started, he performed a simple ceremony to invite the river god to stay in. The villagers took their own joss sticks and paper money to burn it, and Bailihui put out a bunch of firecrackers. This matter was dealt with because of the trouble, and it was officially announced before the celebration altar began, and since then Wenchang Village has a river god.

"You say that the spirit is not working. With the God of the River, I feel more at ease in my heart. I have always been flustered in the past few days."

"That's right, I'm also at ease. In the future, I will be blessed by the God of the River, and I will feel relieved when the children at home come out to play."

A small river temple has become the sustenance of the villagers. Bai Guoer turned her head and whispered to Bai Fuer, "Did they regard the river god as a babysitter? Whenever a baby comes, they will kneel to the river god." Look after."

Bai Fuer nodded with a smile, turned her head to look at the statue of the river god in the small temple, and seemed to be able to see the river god sighing.

Wu Qiang ran to look at the sugarcane at home. The sugarcane was already as tall as a person at this time. Looking at the sugarcane in a few acres of land was like seeing silver, and he was very envious.

"Second brother, this sugar cane looks okay."

Bai Changfu felt very comfortable looking at the sugarcane grove that made noise when the wind blew, "This sugarcane is higher than the one we planted before, but I just don't know if it is sweet or not."

"If this is good, we have to find a way to save some sugarcane seeds."

Wu Qiang was curious. Sugarcane does not bloom or bear fruit. If it is a sugarcane seed, it is just a section of sugarcane. "Can this thing be kept?"

"You can keep it."

Bai Changfu told him, "After the selection, wrap it in plant ash and put it directly into the cellar. It will be fine for a few months."

Wu Qiang was very envious. If he wanted to talk, he would spend some money to buy a few acres of land, otherwise they would have to spend money to eat a green onion in the city. Others are cheaper.

At the end of the celebration, it was already dark, so Wu Qiang stayed here, and the mule he brought was sent back to Wang Quan. They didn’t see each other for a while, and the mules came back after seeing the brother who went to the city to be a mule in the city. They were very hot, and when they saw that it was smooth and slippery, they started shouting.

This mule is considered a knowledgeable mule, because Wu Qiang's family often drives it around the city, bragging while standing in the simple shed, "You know, the place where I live is spacious, airy, and very warm. It's much better than here, you've lived here once before. '

'The only ones who go out to meet are the bosses, the work is not heavy, and most of the time they are resting. '

'I eat the freshest rice dregs at home, ouch, you guys are not fresh anymore'

Listening to its bitch words, brown sugar and other mules all pointed their butts at it. Fortunately, the sugarcane boss is not there. If he was there, he would definitely have to beat him.