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"Oh, it's been so hot these days that the mats have turned into electric blankets." Boss Xiao complained to Xiao Shulin when the shop closed the stall this morning.

"The temperature is high recently, and it will get better after August," Xiao Shulin said.

"That's still early." Boss Xiao sighed.

"How about installing an air conditioner?" Romon asked beside him.

"Don't want that thing." Boss Xiao waved his hand, expressing his uneasiness about the air conditioner.

"He can't use that, it will give him a headache if the fan blows too much." Xiao Shulin explained to Luo Meng.

"Oh, it's useless when you're old." Boss Xiao said, and neatly threw a stack of baskets more than one meter high into the cart by the door. Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin looked at each other in the room. He smiled silently.This is not working?Then do other people's old man still live?

After tidying up the store, it was not until nine o'clock. Xiao Shulin wanted to stay in the store to teach those who came to learn how to weave baskets. Luo Meng drove Boss Xiao back to the blacksmith shop first, and then came back later. Before leaving, they stopped by He called Lin Chunyu upstairs again, and took her to Niuwangzhuang.

For the first two days, Lin Chunyu was in the Niuwang Village by himself. Luo Meng thought that he and Xiao Shulin would have someone to take Boss Xiao back at this time anyway, so he simply asked her to take a ride too.

Lin Chunyu's arrival made Liu Caiyun and Chen Guanshi very happy. Liu Caiyun is getting old, and it would be embarrassing to ask her to calculate wages all day long. She is still willing to peel beans with the old people in the yard to save worry.

Not to mention Chen Guanshi, since Luo Meng gave up his pick, he has been in charge of everything, but Niuwang Village doesn't even have a serious accountant, so it is quite hard for him to be the steward.

"How is it? Are you doing well in Niuwangzhuang these two days?" After Boss Xiao got off the car, Luo Meng continued to drive to Niuwangzhuang, caring about the adaptation of the new employees by the way.

"It's all pretty good." Lin Chunyu is very satisfied in all aspects. The work is easy, the food is good, not to mention being able to work while raising children, and there is a ride every morning. Where in the world is there such a good job? ?Anyway, it was the first time she met her after living for so long.

"Okay, then do your best and tell me if you have any problems." Romon said generously.

"Then what, boss..." Lin Chunyu hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter? Tell me." Romon asked her.

"It's okay." Lin Chunyu hesitated for a moment, she felt a little embarrassed, but thinking about her man, she decided to be cheeky: "It's just that I work here every day, and it's a problem for my man to eat. The manager and the others don’t care about food.”

Manager Wang in her mouth refers to Wang Dasheng. This old guy doesn't like to hear people call him Mr. Wang, and he doesn't like to be called boss, but he likes to be called Manager Wang. Everyone knows it, but few people are willing to call it that. What kind of manager is it? It sounds really weird in their area.

In other words, Lin Chunyu ate so happily at Niuwangzhuang these two days, she was a little carried away for a while, she didn't consider his man's mood, and every day when she went back, she praised the food at Niuwangzhuang, last night she was saying When I went to Niuwangzhuang, the water steamed eggs were served with Hou Fatzi's special marinade, how tender and delicious it was, something went wrong.

"Why don't you ask me what I eat for lunch and night?" Wan Liangshan said with red eyes.

"Well, what have you been eating?" Lin Chunyu felt very guilty.

"Noodles." Wan Liangshan said and turned his back.

"What else?" Lin Chunyu asked again.

"Fast food." Wan Liangshan said in a muffled voice.He has endured so much these past few days. He didn't want to be so narrow-minded, but this woman is too much. She only cares about eating and drinking, and doesn't care whether he has eaten or what he has eaten.

"Honey, I was wrong."

"..." Wan Liangshan ignored her,

"Honey, I really know I was wrong."

"..." still doesn't respond

"Why don't I talk to Romon tomorrow and see if I can let you come to our place for dinner?"

"Really?" Wan Liangshan sniffled and turned around.

"Really!" Lin Chunyu promised.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you just forget about it." No matter how you think about it, I feel a little embarrassed to speak up.

"Don't worry! It's all on me!" Lin Chunyu patted her chest and embraced it.

"Oh, this is indeed a problem." Hearing Lin Chunyu's words, Luo Meng thought about it, and felt that Wan Liangshan's eating out all the time is really not a problem. People depend on food, and it's not good to eat. How can you work with them with peace of mind?

"Yeah, so I just thought, so what, can you ask him to come to our place for dinner?" Lin Chunyu glanced at the expression on Luo Meng's face, and carefully stated her intentions.

"Is it a little far away?" Wan Liangshan works in the town.

"It's okay, buy an electric car and drive it, and you'll be there in less than 10 minutes." Lin Chunlan said hastily.

"Okay then, let him come to our place to eat in the future." It's just more chopsticks for more people, anyway, there are so many people eating every day in Niuwangzhuang, so he is not missing. For work and life, Wang Dasheng will cover it, and he will cover the food.

Thinking about it this way, Luo Meng regretted it again, Grandma is a bear, I should have known that I should not have given Wang Dasheng those two big watermelons for nothing!One hundred is several dozen, how many baskets does Xiao Shulin have to weave to earn the money back?

When the car drove into the courtyard, Luo Meng asked Lin Chunyu to get out of the car first, and he went to the rice field to see the crabs.Lin Chunyu got out of the car with the child in her arms, and when she saw Fatty Hou coming towards her, she quickly said to him, "Master Hou, please cook one more meal for one person at noon today. My husband will eat here from now on."

"Old Zhou agreed?" Fatty Hou was chewing vegetables and melons.

"I agree." Lin Chunyu said with a smile.

"Woo..." At this time, the baby in Lin Chunyu's arms began to moan, as if it was about to cry.

"Hey, Xiao Tiantian, come here, uncle, I'll make you some steamed custard later." Fatty Hou took the vegetable melon in his mouth, clicked it, chewed it in a few mouthfuls, and stretched out his hand to put Lin Chunyu in his arms. The doll was taken over.

"Hehehe!" The snacks born by Wan Liangshan and Lin Chunyu giggled happily when they saw Fatty Hou. Obviously, they have tasted the sweetness these few days.

"Then trouble you, don't tell him to eat too hard things."

"Don't worry, be careful, you go to the office, Liu Ruhua is waiting there, that guy is good at fortune-telling, and his calculations can kill her." Fatty Hou said, hugged Tiantian, wobbled, and walked away. She also coaxed him and said, "Let's steam two bowls of egg custard in a while, you have one bowl and I have one..."

"Hehehe!" The snack guy was so happy when he heard the word egg custard, he waved his little fist and laughed endlessly.

Luo Meng walked around the rice field. The crabs in the field are pretty good, but the rice is a bit bad. The crabs raised in their house are really edible. After eating everything that can be eaten in the ditch, they use crabs. The tongs tore down the tall rice to eat. The rice in their family has not yet been filled with grain, and there is nothing delicious at all. These guys have done their best.

In order to keep the rice, Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin not only increased the amount of feeding these days, but also got a lot of snails from the reservoir and sprinkled them in the rice fields. Crabs are very good at eating snails. If the snails are clipped, the snail shells will be broken. When they can't finish eating, the snails can also live and grow in the rice fields, and the water quality will not be polluted because there is too much food left.

After the snails were thrown in, the damage to the rice was greatly reduced. Unfortunately, it was too expensive. Their snails were sold to Luo Jingliang and his wife who opened a food stall in the town, and they could sell them for ten yuan a catty.

Luo Meng was thinking that next year, the villagers must be mobilized to raise snails in the rice fields. In the past, they used pesticides when planting rice. Even if there were some wild snails in the rice fields, no one dared to eat them. Now they don't use pesticides and fertilizers. The snails that come out are naturally good, and it is absolutely no problem to feed crabs.

After confirming that the crabs were fine and that there were no gaps in the anti-escape wall, Luo Meng drove to the town again, where he and Xiao Shulin did a few hours of manual sending, and they didn't return to Niuwangzhuang until dinner time.

Weaving baskets with packing tape is not difficult after all, and the most troublesome wire problem has been dealt with by Romon. The people who learned to weave baskets in the town have gradually learned how to do it these days, and there are some who can't learn it. In the afternoon and evening, I go to work with those who have already learned it, and communicate with each other while doing it. If you have any questions, you can ask Xiao Shulin until the next morning.

In this way, Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin would not be able to go to town in the afternoon and evening, and would spend a few hours every morning after selling the vegetables by hand, and the afternoon and evening time would still be at their own disposal.

After lunch that day, Xiao Shulin said he was going to go up the mountain to cut bamboo. Luo Meng thought of what Boss Xiao said in the morning, and knew what he was thinking, so he said not to go up the mountain, but go to their old house to cut it.

The bamboo grove next to Luo Meng's old house has been around for some years. In the past, the old man Luo would chop a few from time to time to make baskets and poles. These years, he seldom cuts the bamboo in the bamboo grove every year. It grows densely.

When Luo Meng’s Niuwangzhuang needs bamboo, it is usually cut up the mountain. This time Xiao Shulin wanted to make bamboo mats, so he thought of this bamboo forest, because it is close to the house of the old Luo Liu Chunlan and the others. It is not less nourished by the spiritual spring water. I don't know if the bamboo grows better than other bamboos at the moment.

The bamboo forest was too dense, and it was not easy to cut bamboo. Xiao Shulin had to climb up to the bamboo, cut off the crowded bamboo branches, and then climbed down to saw the bamboo with Luo Meng, and dragged it out of the bamboo forest.Romon didn't know how to climb bamboo, so he had to help him to clean up the fallen bamboo branches and so on.

"What is this for? Why do you think of cutting bamboo today?" Old man Luo watched outside with a pipe in his mouth.

"Dad, it's been hot recently, did you sleep well at night?" Romon asked him.

"It's okay. Our old house is already considered cool. I heard that people live in brick houses in the town. They can't sleep well because of the air conditioner." Old man Luo and Liu Chunlan are not as busy as before. Sitting in Luo Hongfeng's shop, he would also gossip with people in the town.

"Our town is pretty good. Our land is at a high altitude, so it's cooler in summer than other places." Luo Meng carried bamboo branches to the outside of the bamboo forest, and Xiao Shulin was still climbing on the bamboo and chopping. Bamboo branches.

"Tsk, how hot is that? Why are you still alive?" Boss Xiao sighed.

"I'm used to it." Romon said with a smile.

"What are you cutting bamboo for today?" Old man Luo asked again.

"It's too hot, let's see if we can weave some cooler mats." Romon replied.

"Hey, it's just you two, do you still want to weave mats?" It's not that the old man Luo is bragging, but the craftsmanship of Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin is really not enough for him. Xiao Shulin's work is good, but the foundation is too shallow , It is still possible to weave baskets with packing tape, but it is still early to weave bamboo mats.

"If it works out, I'll make it up for you and my mother." Luo Meng didn't even challenge his father.

"We want to know how to do it ourselves." The old man Luo smoked slowly, thinking that these two little bastards would have to hit the wall to know how much they weighed. up?

Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin cut down seven or eight bamboos and went to Niuwang Village. They first put the bamboos in the shade to dry. After some discussions, they went online and sold a miniature electric drill, a few meters of pure cotton cloth, and a Bundle back with nylon rope of appropriate thickness.

The two of them summed it up. With their current skills, it is indeed very difficult to weave bamboo mats. In addition, the weather is hot this year, and neither of them has an air conditioner. Thin mats are not enough, so thicker mats are needed. The bamboo mat is very good.

Bamboo board mats are much simpler to make than thin mats, but they have higher requirements for materials, because they are strung together with whole bamboo boards. If the bamboo material is not good, you can tell it at a glance, unlike It is a mat made of thin bamboo strips or a mat made of bamboo strips. Even if the material is poor, it will be difficult to see it after processing.

Under the leadership of Xiao Shulin, they cut the bamboo into fixed lengths after finishing, and then cut them one by one, and carefully scraped and ground them into neat bamboo boards. Each bamboo board is about four or five centimeters long. Wide, about one centimeter thick.

Then they punched holes in the sides of these bamboo boards, strung them up one by one with nylon ropes, wrapped them with pure cotton cloth, washed and dried them, and then gave the two bamboo mats that were completed first to Boss Xiao and old man Luo.

"Can this thing be considered a bamboo mat?" That's what old man Luo said when he received the mat from his son.

When the old couple went back to sleep at night, Liu Chunlan started nagging: "Why is this not a mat? I lay down for a while at noon, not to mention how cool it is."

"Just punch a few holes and wear it, and it's called a mat. Hey, people these days can really save trouble." Old man Luo groaned as he climbed onto the bed.

"You don't care how he does it, as long as it's easy to use." Liu Chunlan's ability to accept new things is obviously stronger than that of old man Luo.

"It's so hard, how useful is it?" Old man Luo turned over.

"It's too hard, let my son buy you a Simmons bed some other day." Liu Chunlan shook off the sheets, turned off the light and went to sleep.

"What do you want to do with that thing?"

"..."

After closing his eyes, the old man Luo fell asleep until dawn. He touched the mat under his body and found it was still cool. He yawned and said to Liu Chunlan, "It's quite cold. Tell him about it later." Let them make a bed for Hongfeng and Meihui Meiling."

"Why don't you talk about it yourself?" Liu Chunlan didn't bother to talk to him, why did she talk to her son yesterday?

"Say it yourself, say it yourself." Old man Luo didn't beg her, he replied stiffly, took the pipe and went downstairs first.

"Why do you talk about this thing?" This morning, old man Luo squatted in front of his house to smoke after breakfast.