Apocalyptic Tundra Age

After a simple division of labor, the Xu family's old house fishing waterwheel project was carried out in full swing, and the small village that had fallen silent due to the cold was full of people again.

The first thing Xu Zhonglei called on the villagers to do was to cut down trees, in large numbers, and wantonly.First, loosen the muscles and bones, and second, wood is the main raw material of the waterwheel.

A lot of people means a lot of strength. After entering the mountain a few times, the open space in front of the kiln site is full of neatly arranged wooden blocks with the waist thick of adults.

Xu Zhonglei's family had to work tirelessly for two months if Xu Zhonglei's family were to cut these hundreds of pieces of wood by themselves, but in less than ten days, the wood cut was enough for Xu Zhonglei to make three waterwheels.

The next step is to saw the original ecological wood into three-centimeter-thick wooden boards, peel off the skin, bake it, oil it, and then bake it. This process is like grilling meat, and it is a necessary procedure to ensure the durability of the wood.

The village chief’s small fire kiln was fired up. This time, the three old men carefully controlled the temperature, allowing the water vapor spreading from the wood to float into the clear blue sky along the chimney.

Xu Zhonglei is a curmudgeon, and he has a lot of requirements for the size and thickness of these woods. Fortunately, he is willing to give them food. He has a soft mouth, and when he gets emotional, he will ignore the bullshit. If he wants to vent his anger, he will fill two more bowls of rice. , Eat poor him!

There are 30 people in the village, and none of them is idle. They are all busy in Xu Zhonglei's temporary timber factory. Women and children are all working hard. It is a matter of the future that the waterwheel can catch fish in the future. Now it can be grinded by Xu Zhonglei's turtle hair. Just a bowl of rice.

——Cheng Yuming is in charge of the spoon, there is no need to put oil and salt, and there is enough dried cabbage. Compared with his own bowl of potato water, this is simply a feast like a full Han banquet. The most important thing is, no!limit!quantity!

Eat it, the world is yours!

Xu Zhonglei didn't take advantage of it either. In the eyes of the villagers, the rich man was too bold, but Xu Zhonglei knew that Xiao Cheng put a spoonful of salt and a spoonful of oil in the big pot of rice - eating like this for two months would not be enough. It doesn't take three barrels of oil.

As for the rice, before the earthquake, he pulled more than 500 bags out of his mind. A total of more than 3000 catties of rice went home, all of which were stored in the basement. The rice had been stored for more than half a year, and he and Xiao Cheng didn't even have a tenth of it. finish eating.

——If you don’t eat it, if you leave it for a year, the rice will be old and wormy, not to mention the taste will be greatly reduced, and the nutrition will basically be lost. It’s better to be a good person and forget it...

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Besides eating and drinking, the most important thing is to work.His fishing water tanker is still a semi-finished product, and there are no examples for reference in the drawings and connection methods, so while the big guys are busy planing wooden boards, he pulls the only technician in the village—Uncle Tie, and the two make do with it. With leftovers, Xu Zhonglei's waterwheel on paper was made into a gadget as tall as a person.

"Uncle Tie, the small waterwheel is about the same size. You have to take a look again. I removed the iron roller of a millet machine and installed it. It is much stronger."

Uncle Tie hunched his back, fiddled with the new waterwheel with two-meter-thick callused hands, and pressed his whole body on the water bucket. After a long test, he slowly said: "Well... the strength is enough. The one that was launched into the water, At that time, wrap the roller side with two layers of iron sheets, and this thing will work together."

"Is this all right?"

"Just do it, if you can't do it, change it."

Xu Zhonglei was very pleasantly surprised. He suffered a big loss from his Oroqen tent. From the drawing to the real thing, the difference between the two is more than one hundred and eight thousand miles. If there is a slight mistake, the leaking car will be finished.

During this period of time, this old rural craftsman taught Xu Zhonglei a solid lesson with his many years of experience. The wood connection method, tenon-tenon fixed point position, and the durability of different parts of different wood made Xu Zhonglei's waterwheel useless. He humbly asked for advice. , I learned from the beginning, changed a lot of materials, and finally got the old man's nod.

It's not easy. It's not easy.

After finalizing the final plan here, building a car can be officially put on the agenda.

There is no professional waterproof wood glue these days. The connection of wood is to use mortise and tenon, plus nails. Even if the nails are not enough, Uncle Tie said that wood nails can be used.Xu Zhonglei was very skeptical of this primitive method, but Uncle Tie said: "Isn't your waterwheel soaked in water? You didn't get any good glue at the time, so it can still be used for decades?"

This is Xu Zhonglei's scientific thinking of empiricism. It doesn't matter what causes it, as long as it can be used.

Even if Uncle Tie nodded, Xu Zhonglei still didn't dare to directly build a waterwheel for use in the big river in the town. Thinking about how big the water in the upper reaches would be, the fishing waterwheel could be washed away with a splash. He could only lie on the embankment and cry like a fool.

To be on the safe side, Xu Zhonglei decided to set up the first waterwheel by the small river west of Baiyang Village, where the river is not wide and easy to maneuver.

The days passed so unhurriedly, only the reduced bags of rice in Xu Zhonglei's basement showed that the villagers have not been idle for more than a month.

One morning when it was snowing heavily, Cheng Yuming carried a big basket of potatoes on his back and eight lumps of sauerkraut in his hands. He excitedly ran to the kiln and announced loudly: "The sauerkraut is ready! We all have a good meal today!"

The villagers who came to help were very happy. From time to time, they used various reasons to take a look at Xiao Cheng's lunch, and said cheerfully, as if talking about something important: "It's pickled cabbage and painted potatoes."

Xu Zhonglei was infected by this happy atmosphere, thinking of the Chinese cabbage he personally pickled in the big vat more than a month ago, can this be eaten?The fish has not been caught yet, it seems that the action should be accelerated a little bit.

Capitalists are so realistic and love to exploit the masses...

The sauerkraut is full of precious salt, and Cheng Yuming is not willing to dry it before washing it. He just chopped it up and stewed it with potato cubes. Adding salt, oil and sugar, it is a big pot of ordinary canteen food, just like Cheng Yuming's unit. The canteen is the same.

However, after staying hungry for a long time, there are no picky eaters in the village. Each person has a big spoonful of vegetables and a big bowl of rice, squatting next to the big stove of the kiln, eating a little heat, and eating loudly.

Over-sour sauerkraut and potatoes are natural partners, mixed with starch and juice, lingering in everyone's mouth.

Thousands of words of satisfaction turned into one sentence——

"Oh my god, it smells so good!"

"Stone, I'm just going to give you this meal. Don't tell anyone else. I, Dai Sheng, will give you full power, and you can work for another three days." Dai Sheng came over with a rice bowl and said.

Now the weather is too cold, dozens of degrees below zero will eat away at people's lives, so the village people's workplaces are in cave dwellings, with a hot fire on one side and a workplace on the other.It was over 20 degrees here, and everyone took off their cotton jackets to process wood steaming.

Xu Zhonglei felt bored because he was eating, drinking and working inside, but none of the people present was dissatisfied - there is a warm place to eat and live, what's the point of just doing some work?

Even if I just lie down at home, I still have to burn the kang to eat!

This is just a benefit on the surface, and the rest... a lonely man and a widow, living in the same room, can smell the smell of each other clearly, and the drops of sweat that fall down the long hair are unknowingly teasing. Who is the heartstrings~

A pair squatted in the corner, and Xu Zhonglei watched from the side, thinking that if the village could give birth to a few more children, the issue of socialized raising should be put on the agenda again.

"Fatty Dai, I believe what you say. People who have had wives can only do it against the wall. Don't they have to put all their energy into working? I don't know if I can't get people to look at me?" Xu Dali joined in. Come over, make a gesture to the corner, and pointed out, "I see that little fairy Wang Jiating, didn't she still pester you before? Why, don't you like it?"

Dai Sheng laughed: "Brother Dali, you'd better take care of the stick under you. Women are much more aggressive than men these days, so don't try to push yourself hard. Besides, if you get pregnant, you can afford to support two people." No?"

"Hmph." Xu Dali thought of the little widow who flirted with others before, and received a slap in the face viciously.He felt that Fatty Dai's words were very harsh, and he was laughing at him, so he didn't say a word, turned his head away, and looked at the two people in the corner bitterly.

Little widow, just use your strength, if you fall into my hands...

Xu Zhonglei turned his head and saw that the little widow that Xu Dali was talking about was none other than his corpse-carrying partner Wang Jiating, a man, a [-]-year-old mahjong master Xu Chuang, the two of them are tired of talking, you take a bite and I take a bite Sauerkraut, others are so envious!

Tsk tsk tsk, it really is a young man, he can't control himself in public, like him talking about love with Xiao Cheng is much more reserved!

"Big brothers, big sisters, uncles and aunts, everyone, eat and drink well today. You have to eat enough, if you don't have enough..." Xu Chuang and Wang Jiating, who are tall and big, walked to the middle of the room and talked to the village one by one. People said hello, and borrowed flowers to present Buddha, and brought a big basin to add another spoonful to no one's rice bowl.

Xu Zhonglei poked Xiao Cheng on the side: "What kind of trouble is this? Buy people's hearts with our rice, but who here doesn't know that I am the landlord? This is not free."

"Be safe and don't be impatient, let's see what medicine is sold in the gourd." Cheng Yuming looked like he was waiting to eat melons and watch a good show.

"Eat and drink well, this is my wedding with Comrade Wang Jiating! There are no conditions now, even a wedding can't be held, and the two of us can't deliver milk powder door to door like Brother Shitou, so I borrowed the land and borrowed this meal today." Meal, the two of us! We are husband and wife, we will grow old together forever! Come on, come on, Tingting, let's replace wine with rice and have fun with our blind dates."

The young couple didn't hold back, and it was as if they were in a wedding toasting ceremony with Xu Zhonglei's meal.

"Happy together."

Xu Chuangjing walked all the way here, cooked two pots of rice, and casually poured out Wang Jiating's bowl, and smiled beside Xu Zhonglei:

"Brother Dali, what a happy day for me and Tingting's wedding! What's wrong with you, come on brother, let me offer you a bowl of rice, I have found a good wife, and I wish you to find your home soon!"

Xu Dali knew that the little bastard who didn't have all his hair had come to demonstrate, so he remembered to wait for him to express his opinion.But under the watchful eyes of everyone, let him succumb to the little kid?How shameless!