The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

Although Song Haoming had never seen this wheelchair and crutches, from the literal meaning, a wheelchair is a combination of wheels and a chair. Could it be similar to the two-wheeled cart?

As for a crutch, why not just find a suitable wooden stick? Why do you have to ask Uncle Li to make it?

Although he didn't quite understand these two things, he still readily agreed: "Yes!"

"Okay, I'll go to Uncle Li's house after breakfast. I have other things to do, so I'll ask him to help me."

Hearing the response, Ye Fanxing calculated that it was about time and trotted back to the kitchen. At this time, the water in the pot was already boiling, so he began to knead the dough. He planned to make soup this morning.

First roll the dough into a thin sheet with a rolling pin, then cut it into strips with a kitchen knife, and then spread out the cut sheets with your hands.

Then, he put sheets of white dough into the pot. As the water surface rose and fell, a faint fragrance wafted into the air.

When the noodles were almost cooked, Ye Fanxing put the shredded meat and vegetables that had been cut and blanched in water into the pot, stirring them with a spoon from time to time to prevent them from sticking together.

After the noodle soup was cooked, Ye Fanxing took out three large bowls and served it out. Noodles tend to clump together, so he decided to let Xiaonan get up to eat. If he wanted to sleep, it would not be too late to sleep after he filled his stomach and digested it.

Ye Fanxing took the toiletries and placed them in front of Song Haoming: "Well, you wash yourself first, I'll go call Xiaonan to get up and eat. The noodles won't taste good if they're clumped together."

Song Haoming nodded helplessly, thinking: See, without outsiders, we can only eat noodle soup!

Xiao Nan was sleeping soundly in the room. Ye Fanxing walked over, stroked his head gently, leaned over and whispered:

"Xiao Nan'er, dear baby, Daddy has cooked you a delicious and fragrant soup. Shall we eat something first and then go to bed?"

"Buzz buzz buzz..." Little Nan'er, who was sleeping, thought that flies and mosquitoes were going to bite him. His eyebrows immediately frowned, his mouth pursed, and he was about to cry before he even opened his eyes.

It seems that Xiao Nan'er is not very big, and he still has a bad temper when he wakes up. I don't know who he resembles in this regard? At least it shouldn't be like me!

Ye Fanxing held Xiao Nan'er in his arms and comforted her softly, "The soup made by Daddy is more delicious than the last time. Get up and eat. Eat until you are full before going to sleep, okay?"

Xiao Nan'er's eyes were red, with a few crystal tears hanging on his long eyelashes. His big watery eyes were blinking. Ye Fanxing was amused by him and poked his nose: "What a greedy little cat!"

Xiao Nan'er puffed up her cheeks and turned her head away angrily.

Xiao Nan'er is not a greedy cat, Xiao Nan'er is just hungry!

Little daddy is bad!

Ye Fanxing rubbed his little head, carried him out of the room, and put him in Song Haoming's arms: "I'll go get some water for Nan'er to wash up."

After helping Xiao Nan wash her face, the family of three began to enjoy their breakfast - noodle soup.

Little Nan was held in Song Haoming's arms, with his mouth wide open, waiting for his father to feed him. He also did not forget to let Song Haoming eat too. Just as Ye Fanxing imagined, a loving father and a filial son.

After dinner, when Ye Fanxing had cleaned up the dishes and was about to go to Carpenter Li's house, Qian Lizheng arrived with the people who were doing repairs and tilling the soil at home.

Song Haoming sat down on the chair, bowed his hands and said, "Then I'll trouble you uncles and brothers. You all have more experience than my husband and I. The next repairs and tillage will be left to you."

One of the leaders patted his chest and assured Song Haoming in front of Qian Lizheng: "No problem, Song boy, leave this job to your uncle Yue. Just wait and see. I guarantee that it will be almost as good as a new one."

The few of them exchanged pleasantries for a while, discussed what was to be built and what land needed to be turned over, and then began to divide the work.

As agreed before, the family would not provide meals. Although they did not say that we could not go home for meals, the villagers who worked were all honest people. They ate dry steamed buns for lunch, and after eating, they started busying themselves with their work without saying a word.

Ye Fanxing saw that this was not a good idea, so he discussed it with Song Haoming. When he got off work in the evening, he told Uncle Yue, the leader, about their idea.

In addition to providing boiled hot water during normal work, they also provide bone soup at noon so that everyone can drink a bowl of hot soup, which gives them more energy to work.

Uncle Yue readily agreed, "Okay, okay, okay, that's great, it's good enough to have a cup of hot water to drink, and now there's bone soup, I'll decide on the wages and I'll charge you one cent less a day."

Song Haoming naturally would not agree. After talking for a while, everyone went home and prepared to continue working tomorrow.

Ye Fanxing also planned to go up the mountain to collect herbs and make money. Boiling water alone was enough to keep him busy all day. He also had to make bone soup tomorrow, which would make him even more overwhelmed.

He discussed it with Song Haoming and went to his cousin Ye Yushan's house, intending to ask Zao Ge'er for help.

Four cents a day is enough to boil some water and stew some bone soup at noon.

When Zao Ge'er heard that this job could earn so much money, he was naturally very tempted.

He looked at Ye Fanxing, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"Brother Zao, we are not outsiders, just say what you want to say. Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong?" Ye Fanxing felt a little at a loss as to what to do after being stared at, so he asked.

Zao Ge'er held his hand and said earnestly, "Xing Ge'er, you know that even if I don't pay you, I will help you. If you spend so lavishly, how are you going to live in the future?"

In the past, when other families in the village built houses, they would give the women who cooked in the big pot only six cents a day. This cent was not blown by the wind, so how could they just give four cents?

Ye Fanxing burst out laughing when he heard that, and said, "Zao brother, don't underestimate this job, it's not easy. I'm busy all day long."

"I know you're doing this for us, but no matter who you hire, you have to pay. I'd be happier if I gave it to you!"

After that, Ye Xiaoxing leaned close to Zao Ge's ear and said mysteriously, "Let me tell you something. This time, showing Mr. Song's legs was a blessing in disguise. I told Baohetang that I would collect herbs to sell in the future. They even brought a book of medicine for you to copy."

Zao Ge'er was also very happy for Ye Fanxing after hearing this, but he shook his head: "This money is easy to spend but hard to earn. You have to spend it carefully in the future. Forget it, anyway, this money is earned by me, I won't say anything else."

"Okay, then, Brother Zao, I'll leave first. I still have to go to Butcher Zhang's house to buy the big bones." Ye Fanxing waved goodbye to Brother Zao who was seeing her off to the door.

Ye Fanxing lowered his head and walked towards Butcher Zhang's house, thinking about whether to go to the mountain tomorrow.