The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 186 Words

"Didn't Sanwei say that there are still many things that need to be cleaned?" The little boy with a runny nose tilted his head and asked.

Just as Han Qianluo was about to speak, she found that the other children were also looking at her worriedly. She froze for a moment and explained, "Your parents will be angry if they find out."

The runny boy sniffed his nose vigorously and said, "My mother knows, she's not angry." Another chubby little boy also quickly said, "My mother said, if I can save eighteen cents, Just buy meat for me to eat." Several other children also hurriedly expressed that their parents were not angry.

"Since your parents don't object, then you can continue to do it." Han Qianluo said, she actually hoped that someone would help, otherwise it would not be easy for her to clean up so many cotton seeds by herself.

This group of children seemed a little afraid of Han Qianluo, so they didn't speak in front of her. She secretly sighed in her heart, not understanding why these children were afraid of her.

However, Han Sanwei was obviously not afraid of his third sister, so he took the initiative to stir up the topic, and soon, the group of children began to chat on twitter.Although the mouth was chatting, the movement of the hands did not stop, and the room was very lively.

At noon, when Han Qianluo and the others were having lunch, the group of children also went back, and came back after a while after lunch. In the evening, Han Qianluo paid them eight coins each, and then let them gone back.

For the next few days, those children would come every day. Han Qianluo was a little worried at first, but then he didn't feel it anymore, but I have to say that a large number of people means great strength, and a lot of cotton seeds have been cleaned up in just a few days , she feels that if the current trend continues, it is estimated that it can be completed before the end of the year.

Two days later, Han Qianluo was at home picking cotton threads left on the cotton seeds with the group of children, when he suddenly heard the voice of his little uncle from outside, and he could only hear the little uncle shouting loudly: "Qianluo, Qianluo, are you home?"

Han Qianluo quickly put down the cottonseed in her hand, stood up and opened the gate of the yard, as soon as the gate was opened, she saw Feng Zhi standing outside the gate with a big basket in her hand, and she quickly said, "Little uncle, come in quickly .”

"I won't come in." Feng Zhi handed her the basket and said, "I brought you the stove, and I'm going back soon."

Han Qianluo took the basket and looked inside. It was indeed a stove core and an outer shell, but today is not the agreed day: "Didn't you promise to pick it up tomorrow? Why did you finish it today? Uncle, please send it here specially."

"I went over today and knocked and saw that he was ready. I thought, anyway, I'm idle, so I'll bring it to you so that you don't have to come back tomorrow. After all, it's quite cold now." Feng Zhi said with a smile.

Han Qianluo carried the basket and said, "Little uncle, come in quickly."

"No need, no need." Feng Zhi waved his hands quickly and said, seeming very anxious, and said, "I'll go back first, and come back next time when I'm free."

Han Qianluo thought, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Feng Zhi probably has a lot of things to do at home, so he didn't force him to stay here, closed the door and went in with a basket.

"Third sister, what did my little uncle bring us, can we eat it?" Han Sanwei said, his first thought was always something to eat, nothing else.

Han Qianluo put the basket on the ground, took out the contents and said, "Sanwei, what do you think this is?"

"It looks like a stove." Han Sanwei said uncertainly, and then said hesitantly, "Why is it so strange?"

Han Qianluo patted his head lightly and said, "Did you forget what I said the other night?"

"Oh, I remembered." Han Sanwei finally remembered, and suddenly realized.

When children are full of curiosity, they feel a little strange when they see such a thing, but they dare not ask Han Qianluo, so they all ask Han Sanwei: "Sanwei, what is this? Why does it look like a stove? It doesn't look like a stove."

"This is a secret, I won't tell you." Han Sanwei said with a little pride, holding his head up.

"Tell us, tell us, tell us."

"Yes, tell us."

……

A group of children were making noise in the main hall, Han Qianluo ignored them, carried the things into the bedroom, put the stove core into the wooden shell, closed the top cover, and tried it impatiently Checking the size, I found that it was just right to hold in my hand. I couldn't help but admire the carpenter's good eyesight in my heart.

Putting the stove away carefully, Han Qianluo went outside to continue making cottonseed. The group of children had finished arguing, and the room was quiet for a while.

When cooking at noon, Han Qianluo deliberately burned some more firewood, and then put it in the newly made hand stove, covered it and held it in his hand, it felt really warm.

As soon as he held it in his hand, Han Sanwei hurried over to snatch it, and said loudly, "Sister San, try it for me." Han Qianluo couldn't resist him, so he had to give him the hand stove.

Han Sanwei also imitated Han Qianluo, holding the hand stove, and said with satisfaction: "It's so warm, you can hold it when you sleep."

"You don't have to worry about accidentally burning the quilt." Han Qianluo reprimanded gently.

Han Sanwei didn't bother to refute, but also took it to heart, and dismissed the idea of ​​sleeping with the hand stove, but he asked: "Sister San, can we give this hand stove to the master?"

Han Qianluo was a little surprised when he heard this, and quickly asked: "Why do you want to give it to your master?" She was not reluctant, there was nothing to be reluctant about such a cheap thing, she was just curious why her fourth brother would have such a idea.

"The weather is so cold now, Master still has to write, his hands must be very cold. With such a hand stove, he will not feel so uncomfortable." Han Sanwei replied in a low voice.

"Okay, you can give it to the master, and I will make some more." Han Qianluo said happily, it is much better to respect the teacher than to be ungrateful.

Only then did Han Sanwei show a big smile: "Third sister, you are so kind, I will send it to my wife after lunch." After speaking, he speeded up his meal, which was twice as fast as usual. After a while, I finished my lunch. After that, I hugged the stove and said, "Third sister, can I go out?"

Han Qianluo saw his anxious look, so he didn't stop him, but told him: "Go, remember to pay attention to safety, otherwise you will not be allowed to go out in the future."

"I see, Third Sister, I'm leaving first." Han Sanwei hadn't finished speaking, but he had disappeared.

After lunch, the children came again, but they didn't see Han Sanwei, so they asked, "Where is Sanwei, where did he go?"

"He went to see his wife for something, and he will be back in a while." Han Qianluo replied.

These children all left after hesitating for a while, saying that they would come back tomorrow, which surprised Han Qianluo. She didn't understand what it was related to, so she couldn't help guessing, could it be that the fourth brother of her family had a leader? Potential?
"Miss Han, I went to work." Yu Wenxuan said lightly. Basically, if there were no accidents, he would go to the yard next door to make paper or brew soy sauce every day.

"Well, I see." Han Qianluo responded casually, and started picking cotton seeds himself.

In the middle of the afternoon, Han Sanwei came back with a chill in his body, but the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be concealed. As soon as he walked in, he hurriedly said loudly: "Sister San, look what this is." After finishing speaking Pull out a roll of paper to show off.

Since the paper was rolled into a shaft, Han Qianluo couldn't see clearly what was written or drawn on the paper, so he shook his head and asked, "What is it that makes you so happy?"

Han Sanwei hurriedly and carefully unfolded the rolled up paper in his hand, revealing what was on the paper, which turned out to be an article.However, Han Qianluo still didn't understand: "Where did this come from, and how did it make you so happy."

"My master gave it to me." Han Sanwei said excitedly.

"Your master wrote it himself?" Han Qianluo asked.

"That's right, Sanjie, look at how well Master's handwriting is written." Han Sanwei said.

Han Qianluo looked and looked, and carefully read the words on the paper, but she felt that she really had no artistic talent, and she couldn't see the difference between this word and other people's words at all. Nothing to be excited about.

However, in order not to dampen Sanwei's emotions, she still pretended to say: "It's really well written, please put it away." Then she ignored this matter and continued to pick cotton.

Han Sanwei carefully put away the words, and after he calmed down, he realized the difference, so he asked, "Sister San, haven't they come yet?"

"After coming, I saw that you were not at home, so I left." Han Qianluo replied indifferently.

The next morning, Han Qianluo went to the city to order a few more hand stoves, which were still in the same place Feng Zhi took her to before, and then she set a time to pick up the stoves and was about to leave, but she happened to see Feng Zhi coming over.

"Little uncle." Han Qianluo hurried over to say hello.

Naturally, Feng Zhi also saw her, and said with a smile, "Xiao Luo, are you here to make the stove again?"

"That's right, the previous stove was given to his wife by Sanwei, so I can only make a few more." Han Qianluo said, then remembered the previous things, and asked, "By the way, little uncle, Did you make that stove to buy?"

Feng Zhi immediately became happy, and said with a smile: "I made a few before, and I have already sold them. Don't mention it, I really made a lot of money."

(End of this chapter)