The wrong marriage: the arrogant husband comes to farm

Chapter 62
"Whether he is your son or not, I don't care. Whether he is going home or not can only be found out when he comes back. I just heard Zhonger's word and come back. By the way, Aunt Li, is there any mason in our village? The roof seems to be leaking, look, this part is soaked," Qin Mengyao said lightly, turned around inadvertently, and pointed to a water-stained place on the ground.

"Oh, no, the roof of this house can be seen to be bare. Fortunately, there are not many leaks. Zhao Niach's mud tiles at the west end of the village are good. Less is better, and in two months, it will be difficult if there is more rain. This house is old, and it will inevitably leak from rain and wind." Aunt Li raised her head and looked at the roof when she heard this, and asked Nan The matter of Cheng Mo was forgotten.

"One summer, the roof of my house kept leaking, and Zhong'er's father even used mud to paste the roof. As a result, when it rained, the mud and water fell from the roof, and even the bamboo strips on the roof were damaged. It almost rotted, because of this I often laughed at Zhong'er's father. Fortunately, Zhao Nixiu helped later, otherwise the house would be covered with mud when it rained..." Aunt Li recalled what happened that year, and talked in a fluttering voice.

Qin Mengyao was preoccupied with how to put a few broken pots together without leaking air. He was a little careless listening to Aunt Li talking and laughing, but suddenly his eyes lit up after hearing this sentence, "Aunt Li, when we build a house, we use Bamboo strips?"

"That's right, a layer of bamboo strips has to be laid before the roof tiles are tied up," Aunt Li explained while gesturing, completely seeing Qin Mengyao as a girl from a deep house who has never seen the world.

"Then where can I find this kind of bamboo strips?" Qin Mengyao asked happily, already having a rough model of splicing the still pot in his mind.

"Stupid child, it's just a rain leak. It's enough to hang the tiles again, and there's no need to replace the bamboo strips."

"That's it, but I still want to know where I can buy bamboo sticks." Qin Mengyao's spirit was mobilized in an instant, and he asked again like chicken blood, with a feeling of immortality that could not be compared to the Yellow River.

Aunt Li couldn't resist, so she had to beg for forgiveness repeatedly, "There is a bamboo forest in our neighboring village. The bamboo strips in my house were chopped down by the old man of the Li family and put together piece by piece. It’s enough for dad to cut a bamboo for you, but the bamboo strips cut from this season’s bamboo are too soft and not suitable for bearing weight.”

For Qin Mengyao, the softer the bamboo strips, the better. He couldn't help but get excited, wishing he could get them in his hands at this moment and assemble all the utensils.

"Mengyao, what are you doing with these broken pots? Anyway, they are no longer usable, so why not just throw them away." Aunt Li picked up a broken pot and was about to throw it out, but was caught by Qin Mengyao. I snatched it back.

"These are treasures, don't throw them away!"

The cloud outside the room gradually dissipated, and a large piece of sunlight finally projected on the ground.Qin Mengyao put down the things in his hand, opened the door and let the sunlight in.

"Aunt Li, it's really useful for me to keep these pots. You may not understand it now, but I will explain it to you in two days." Qin Mengyao took a rag from nowhere and carefully wiped the broken pot under the light. Wipe away any rust around.

Seeing Qin Mengyao's fascinated appearance, Aunt Li was very helpless. This woman is serious and likable, but sometimes it is always a little hard to see through.

The bamboo strips were delivered early the next morning. Li Dazhuang was always quick in his work. After hearing that Qin Mengyao was in urgent need, he went to the bamboo forest in the dark and cut two bamboos.

(End of this chapter)