The third day of June.

Early in the morning, Yang Youtian asked Qing Zhuang to carry a fir tree more than three feet long from home.

This fir tree has been drying in the Yang family for two years. It was originally left by the old man Yang to build a house for his elder brother after he got married. Now that Yang Zhen's marriage has not been confirmed, he simply gave it to Chen Chu to use in his new house.

Before the start of construction, a brief ceremony was held.

Chen Chu cut a piece of wood on the white gray line he drew yesterday, which is called a standing wood.

Then Mao'er personally took a piece of red cloth and wrapped it around the beam. This is called hanging red.

Chen Chu was okay. When the cat turned red, he actually shed a few tears with excitement.

After the ceremony was completed, Brother Peng, who knew how to build, divided the young people in the village into two groups. One group went to the back mountain to cut wood to make house purlins, and the other group went down the mountain to pull yellow mud to make mud bricks.

The women of each family took kitchen knives and chopped the wheat straw harvested last month into a bunch of short and long straws.

Farmers don’t waste anything.

For example, this wheat straw can be stuffed into bedding to make a winter quilt after drying.

It can also be mixed with black beans and bran to feed livestock.

You can also chop it into short pieces and mix it into yellow mud as you do now. Use your feet to trample the yellow mud and straw evenly to make mud bricks for the wall.

For a time, the front of the Chen family's shack turned into a busy small construction site, with endless chatter and the sound of chiseling, axing, and sawing.

Everyone helps build the house, and the wages are naturally free.

But preparing meals is also the host's obligation.

Aunt Yang was worried that Mao'er would be too busy by herself, so she brought Aunt Yao, who was very agile, to help with the cooking.

But I didn’t expect that the cat was already ready.

"How can this dough be so thin?" Aunt Yao saw the cold dough in the basket and couldn't help but pick up one. The shiny dough was tough and elastic.

"This is called rolling dough, and it's the food of the official's hometown." Mao'er said proudly.

"This...how to eat rolled dough?" Aunt Yang also asked curiously.

"The official said, cut the dough vertically into a finger-width, add gluten, cucumber shreds, sprinkle a little coriander, cook some peppercorn oil and mix with garlic vinegar, and it's ready."

"Okay, I'll pick the courgettes and shred them, and the Yao family will go to your vegetable patch to pull some coriander..."

Aunt Yang said immediately.

A quarter past noon.

Chen Chu laid a piece of mud bricks, stood up and looked at the mud bricks lined up in a row under the shade of a tree. This was the result of the morning's work by him, Dalang, the eldest son and others.

After drying in the shade for two or three days, the wall can be built.

Uncle Yang and other elders are building wooden structures, some of which are used to make roof purlins, some to make doors and windows, and some to make furniture.

The sun was shining brightly, and everyone was shirtless, with large beads of sweat covering their backs and necks.

It was a bit hard, but the process of putting together a house piece by piece gave Chen Chu a sense of accomplishment.

"Official, call your uncles and brothers for dinner..."

More than ten feet away, the cat called softly.

Maybe it was because there were all shirtless men here and she was too shy to get too close.

But she was far away and her voice was small, so Chen Chu didn't hear her when she called...

"Official~" So Mao'er increased the volume a little.

Chen Chu still didn't hear.

"...."

Aunt Yao on the side looked anxious and shouted at the top of her voice: "Men and young men, come over for dinner!"

With just one sound, all the men and women in the village heard it, and they all put down their work and walked over while wiping their sweat.

Aunt Yang also found the scene just now interesting and said casually: "Maoer, your speech is soft and weak, like a girl who has not left the palace."

An unintentional remark revealed the secret between Mao'er and Chen Chu.

The cat lowered his head and walked back to the wooden desk under the shade of the tree.

There are a bunch of pots and pots on the wooden table.

The large wooden basin is filled with a basin full of cut dough. Some of the bowls are filled with vinegar, and some are filled with garlic juice, courgette shreds, gluten, etc.

Everyone went home to get their bowls and gathered here.

Yao's eldest son took the lead.

Mao'er stood behind the case and took the bowl from the eldest son. While adding various ingredients and condiments to the bowl, Mao'er said softly: "Brother eldest son, thank you for your hard work."

"Hehe, it's not hard work." The eldest son touched his head and smiled innocently, took the bowl and found a cool place to eat.

"Uncle Yang, thank you for your hard work..."

"Brother Peng, please take the trouble..."

Every time someone comes over, the cat will say thank you personally.

This makes these gentlemen very embarrassed.

When it was Wu Kui's turn to serve rice, he saw a pair of big hands holding an empty bowl ahead of him.

"..." Wu Kui looked sideways and saw that it was Yao Changzi who had just filled a bowl a moment ago...

"My God, how old are you just now? You, my eldest son, have already finished eating?" Wu Kui's eyes widened in disbelief.

Yao Changzi chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed the food in his mouth. Then he freed his mouth and said excitedly: "Brother Kui, this food is so delicious! It's not worse than meat!"

With this live advertisement, others can’t help but have more expectations.

After a while, everyone had a bowl in their hands, and they were divided into two groups, men and women, squatting in the shadow of two adjacent big trees.

For a moment, the only sound left was the sound of "Xilihulu" eating.

Listening to the sound, I also know that everyone is eating deliciously.

Only Chen Chujue's taste was a little off. It wasn't that the cat seasoning was wrong, it was mainly because something like oil and chili pepper was missing...

Chen Chu couldn't help but turn his head and glance at his own field.

Compared with the experimental fields he worked on in school, the growth of crops in these fields is much different.

Some early-ripening tomatoes are almost red, but only the size of a baby's fist.

The purple eggplant is also much thinner than the fruit of later generations, which is as thick as an adult’s arm.

Potatoes, sweet potatoes and watermelons will also be harvested in the middle to late this month and early next month, but the vines are slender and the leaves are yellow, so Chen Chu has no joy at all about the upcoming harvest.

‘This field is not good...’ Chen Chu thought silently.

"Brother Chu, what do you call this cold food? It's delicious and refreshing. After one bowl, your sweat will disappear."

Wu Kui, who had filled his second bowl, sat down next to Chen Chu, while Yao Changzi had already filled his third bowl...

"This is rolled dough. Is it delicious?" Chen Chu said.

"It's delicious." Wu Kui ate with a smooth mouth and blurted out: "My mother-in-law will never be able to make such delicious food in her life. Your wife is really virtuous!"

The men and women were sitting not far away, and his words immediately attracted a few looks from the women.

The most dissatisfied among them is of course Wu Kui’s wife.

Wu Kui just said it casually, but put Mao'er in an awkward position, as if he was not 'virtuous' if he didn't know how to roll dough.

As a woman, Aunt Yang is naturally sensitive to these things, so she has to say a few words to prevent the cat from offending people for no reason.

Unexpectedly, the cat spoke first.

"Brother Wu, what you said is heartless. Sister-in-law Wu works from dawn to dusk every day to wash and cook for you, and she also raises a pair of children with all her heart. I admire her deeply when I see her. When it comes to virtuousness, none of the aunts and sisters-in-law in the village are better than that.

I am a hundred times stronger..."

Mao'er dared to say loudly, and then made a joke in a relaxed manner: "My Sister-in-law Wu is good-looking, Brother Wu must not be dissatisfied. If I were a man, I would definitely earn my sister-in-law with my eldest brother~"
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As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

Sister-in-law Wu's face instantly became much better. She stretched out her arms to wrap around Mao'er's slender waist, and deliberately said loudly: "That's right! Mao'er, let's live together as sisters from now on and let those unsatisfied men cook and wash their own clothes."

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Mao'er very cooperatively snuggled into Sister Wu's arms, wrinkled her nose slightly, and shouted to Chen Chu with the same hatred: "Official, from now on I will live with Sister Wu, so you can live with Brother Wu!"
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Naturally, there was laughter again.

Chen Chu knew that Mao'er's method was right in order to resolve the embarrassment just now, so he also joked: "Madam, how about... you and I squeeze in?"

Sister-in-law Wu also had a fierce temper. She laughed and said: "Brother Chu, as long as your wife is willing, I am willing."
To be continued...