The new book of the burning prairie star

When Yang Biao arrived at Junlai Restaurant, he saw Xiao Zhang and the other two helping to wash vegetables. He shook his head, thinking that his cheap mother was really honest. As long as she felt that she had taken advantage of someone, she would feel bad and had to do something to repay them. "Mom, let's go home."

"Oh, here I come." Xiao Zhang wanted to wash all the vegetables before leaving, but the woman washing vegetables beside her urged her, "Let us wash these ourselves. You go back quickly and don't let the children wait anxiously." Xiao Zhang then wiped her hands on her lapel.

"Brother, does the owner of the copy want you?" Yang Lin asked while sitting on the ox cart with his little face raised.

"How could I not want to? Otherwise, all my years of practicing calligraphy would have been in vain." Yang Biao smiled and touched his brother's head. His hair was soft and fine, and felt very comfortable. "My little brother, you can't play around anymore. You have to practice your calligraphy. No matter if your family needs you to copy books in the future, your handwriting must be good. It's good anyway."

"Okay!" Yang Lin agreed readily.

After returning home, he took all the things on the oxcart into the house, and then went to the village head's house to return the oxcart. "Yang Biao, what did you buy in town that requires the oxcart?" Yang Meihua heard the noise and ran out to ask.

Yang Biao ignored her: "Uncle Lizheng, I'm back."

The village head came over and led the ox to the cowshed. He found that there were still some things left in the ox cart and called Yang Biao: "You kid, how can you be so confused? You haven't taken all the things yet."

"This is to honor the village head uncle." Yang Biao whispered. The village head looked around, and Yang Meihua quickly retreated into the house and pretended to continue learning embroidery.

"Don't be so polite next time." The village head patted Yang Biao on the shoulder.

"Uncle Lizheng, I'm going back now."

"Well, come to me if you need anything." The village head nodded. When his wife came back from picking vegetables, she only saw Yang Biao's back. "Brother Biao, are you here to return the ox cart?" The village head took the basket of vegetables from his wife, pointed in the direction of the ox cart, and laughed, "This kid knows how to send gifts."

"Really." The headman's wife went to the ox cart, took the cloth bag and looked through it. Inside was two kilograms of brown sugar, five kilograms of white flour, and some cakes: "It's good to have give and take. Biao is a grateful man." The headman's wife felt very comfortable.

"Mom, do you know where Yang Biao and his family live? They live behind the house of our uncle, the village head." As soon as Yang Meihua returned home for dinner, she couldn't wait to tell Wang.

"That's Zhuzi's family, they are the shopkeepers in the city. The brick house he built is so beautiful, but it has been empty for more than half a year. Why are they living in it?" Wang was unhappy. "If we had known that the house could be lived in, our family would have moved in."

"Move in? What right do you have to move in?" Zhang was furious. Such a stupid and bad thing, just looking at it is disgusting. She and little Zhang are from the same clan. She held little Zhang in her arms when she was born, and watched her grow up. She has a deeper relationship with her than with the other two daughters-in-law. After hearing about Wang's behavior in the fields, she wanted to divorce her and take Yang Biao and his mother back, but she was suppressed by the old man and was unhappy. These two days, it seemed as if all the strength in my body was drained away, and I couldn't do anything. I lay in bed for a day and a night. Tonight, when I just went out to eat, I heard Wang say such stupid things.

"She, a widow, can live here, so why can't I?" Wang was also angry.

"You... um..." Yang Dashan covered his angry wife's mouth and pulled her back into the house. "Okay, a harmonious family is the key to success, stop arguing." Yang Dashan said a little impatiently.

"I'm arguing? Didn't you hear what this bastard said? She really made me lose face." Seeing that Yang Dashan was unmoved, she lay down on the bed. "We are old now, let's let the eldest take care of the family from now on." Yang Dashan said while smoking.

"It's up to you, do whatever you want." Zhang said listlessly.

"Brother Biao, come here." The wife of the village head waved to Yang Biao who was hoeing the ground in the yard. "I heard from your uncle that you want to order bricks and tiles. It's a good opportunity for you to go back to school. You can ask him."

"Okay. Mom, take a rest and wait for me to come back and do it again." Yang Biao put down the hoe and turned to Xiao Zhang. Then he followed the head of the village and his wife.

"How many rooms does Biao plan to build?" Yang Jinxue, the youngest son of the village head, asked directly. He wanted to know Yang Biao's specific plan for building houses so that he could know the required amount of bricks and tiles, which would make ordering much easier.

"Including the kitchen, let's build about seven rooms. The price of bricks and tiles..."

"A brick in town costs about six cents. If you buy more, you can only lose one cent at most, and you can't pay much back."

"Okay, I understand, uncle." Yang Biao nodded and said, "Uncle, you decide. I don't understand these things either."

"It's okay. We've never been here before. But I suggest that you order from the county town. Their quality is better and the price is lower. And just like in town, they will deliver to your door."

"I have to go to town tomorrow to copy books for Mr. Liu who lives in the east of the city. I may not be able to spare time for a while. I can only trouble Uncle Lizheng and Uncle Jinxue to buy wood for building a house."

"What's the big deal? Don't worry. I'll take good care of the house building for you." The head of the village waved his hand.

"It doesn't matter if you can't get away, but the style of the house and the kind of wood to be used are still up to you to decide." Yang Jinxue took out the blueprint and spread it on the table. Yang Biao followed his line of sight and really admired the wisdom of the ancients. Not only were the styles of the houses diverse, but the daily drainage was also taken into consideration and implemented in a practical way. Yang Biao didn't like one of the designs that was similar to a courtyard house. The land he bought was large, so there was no need to go for this style.

"Hey, Uncle Jinxue, why are there hollow ones?" Yang Biao pointed at one of the drawings and asked curiously.

"The two sides of the wall are built with bricks placed upright and horizontally alternately, and the middle part is left empty. The empty part will be filled with soil, broken bricks, etc., which plays a role in sound insulation and heat insulation." Yang Jinxue explained patiently.

Seeing Yang Biao holding another blueprint in his hand, "The frames of the houses we build are made of wood. Most people build walls with a mixture of lime, sand and pebbles. Of course, Biao's house is built with bricks, and there is another layer of brick enclosure structure under the wooden frame..." Yang Jinxue said while pointing to the blueprint.