The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family Chapter 293

  Chapter 293 Take Uncle for a Shopping (Part 1)

  Start with yourself.

   "Look, uncle, this is the cellar dug by our family. It's quite big, and it's connected from one side to the other." Yan Yu pointed out to Yan Huaiwen the passage between the two cellars.

  Yan Huaiwen soon discovered that there was more than one passage in this cellar. He walked over and pushed the wooden boards that were leaning on them.

  A hole half a foot high was exposed.

   "Where does it lead?"

  Yan Yu didn't expect her uncle to find out so soon.

"Uncle, you are amazing, how did you find out? Is it obvious?" She looked at the darkness opposite and said, "Hey, that's the cellar of Grandma Qi's house. Our two families are next to each other, and the cellar was dug close to each other. , Open an opening, just in case."

  Yan Huaiwen was noncommittal, and suddenly asked, "Where did Bei Rong die?"

  Yan Yu's eyes aim in a certain direction uncontrollably.

  Yan Huaiwen keenly grasped the direction and walked closer to have a look.

  Beside the existing channel, there are traces of filling and rebuilding.

  It became clear.

   "So, the documents recorded by the Yongning City yamen are not true. On that day, when Bei Rong entered the cellar, the place where he died was in the passage. Did Hu Er really shoot him?"

  Yan Huaiwen's faint questioning voice echoed slightly, and the feedback was particularly clear in the cellar.

  Yan Yu: …

  She just wanted to show that they have a large cellar, which can store a lot of food, and also has a passage, not only to their own house but also to the Qi's next door.

   Indeed, she didn't say anything, the uncle recovered so much with just one look in her eyes? !

   "Uncle, listen to me..." Yan Yu swallowed.

  Yan Huaiwen looked at her calmly: "Well, I'm listening."

   "That day... that Bei Rong did die in the cellar of our house." Yan Yu's brain just started to go on strike for a moment, what to hide, why should I hide it from my uncle, and I can't hide it...

"We were all hiding in the cellar at the time. We didn't expect that Bei Rong to find this place. He had a knife in his hand and came from the passage. Shoot him an arrow."

  She looked at the uncle cautiously, and added hesitantly: "That day father took people to Huju, and we found that those people had bows and knives in their hands, so mother found the iron crossbow and gave it to Uncle Hu, who didn't use it.

   Those Beirongs were unprepared to be knocked down by our village people. Uncle Hu picked up their bows and shot them. He didn't let outsiders see, and quickly sent back the iron crossbow.

  After my mother shot the arrow, Uncle Hu also arrived, so I recognized this person... The original passage of our house was also blocked, and a new one was opened.

  Uncle, no one has really seen our iron crossbow. "Yan Yu emphasized.

  Yan Huaiwen closed his eyes and sighed softly.

  Reached out his hand to caress the bun on Xiao Er's head, bent down, and hugged the little man.

   "Go, look elsewhere."

  He sent people up the rope ladder.

  After climbing up nimbly, Xiao Er poked his head out to look back and forth, his bright eyes were wide open, and he looked at him with a little trepidation.

  Yan Huaiwen pinned the corner of his robe to his waist, climbed out of the cellar, and then smoothed down the robe.

   Seeing that Xiao Er was still frowning, he said softly: "It's nothing, no one knows except me."

  Yan Yu's brows and eyes instantly parted, and they curved beautifully.

   "This is our pig. Miss Rong has fed it carefully. When it came, it was small and weak. People in the village said it was difficult to feed it. Now it is getting fatter and more edible..."

"Except for this one which is a female, the others are all rams. Mrs. Rong said she would keep it to have lambs. When the lambs are born later, all the females will be kept and then the males will be raised to eat meat. If it is too busy It's okay to come and sell it to the villagers, many families are waiting.”

"Yesterday was the big fair, once a month, and almost everyone in our village went there. Dad set up a stall to sell grilled fish and braised fish. You can give copper coins, or you can use other money. He also collects all kinds of poultry and brings them back. There are still five puppies, but they were all divided up by the villagers, these are leftovers, and my father said that they should be raised and eaten, and they should be hoarded meat."

  Yan Huaiwen was taken by Yan Yu to see the brooding chickens and the vegetables grown in the backyard. The vegetable seedlings stretched out their immature bodies and were light green, which made people feel happy.

  After inspecting the backyard, Yan Yu grandly introduced the firewall.

   "Uncle, this firewall is great. It can not only keep the room warm, but also make paper."

  She found a dull recycled paper in her small backpack.

   "This is the paper made by our family. It's the first time we make it. It's not very good. Some are thin and some are thick.

  Father said that it is not a problem to use it to practice calligraphy, and our family uses this now.

  Hee hee, uncle, look at this, I used this to make paper pulp, and then brushed it on the fire wall. It didn't take long for the paper pulp to dry, then peel it off and use a pole to dry it, and it's done! "

  Yan Yu pointed to the paper-making tools and gestured the pulp on the wall, trying to express the enthusiasm of a little girl introducing new things to her uncle.

  Yan Huaiwen can always grasp the most critical points.

  After he learned that his younger brother had hung waste paper in bags in the river for a long time, he realized this tricky papermaking method.

  It cannot be compared with the paper sold, it is time-saving and convenient.

   Self-contained expenses are sufficient.

  Walking through the house, Yan Yu took his uncle out of the house.

   "Look, uncle, this is the cement brick we made. It is very easy to make. Just mix the mud, pour it into the mold, leave it alone, and it will be fine the next day.

  Dad said, to build an archery tower here in the big stone, use this cement brick. After it is built, people will stand on it every day, and they can see far away, so there is no need to worry about Bei Rong coming over. "

Yan Yu glanced at his uncle's face, and pretended to be brisk and said: "There are six bows left by Beirong in our village. My father also said that if Uncle Hu and Uncle Hu stand on them, those Beirong will come and die, and the other will die. A dead pair."

  Yan Huaiwen picked up a cement brick, weighed it in his hand, and threw it on the ground.

   "Arrow Tower?" He raised his eyebrows and asked calmly.

  Yan Yu was lucky, smiled and showed her lovely small teeth, and said sweetly: "Do you want to see it, uncle? My father said that I painted it, and the village chief and grandpa said that I painted it well."

  Yan Huaiwen hummed and motioned her to take it out with his eyes.

  Yan Yu began to rummage through the small backpack again, and found a crumpled piece of paper.

  This somewhat thick recycled paper has passed through the hands of countless people, and it is no longer what it used to be.

  The imprints of deletion, modification and redrawing are stacked on top of each other. If Yan Yu didn't look at it every day, at first glance, you might not be able to tell that this is a blueprint of an archery tower.

   It's so messy!

  There are also size parameters marked by Master Lu that only he can understand.

   Circles, forks and triangles, and some miscellaneous lines with meaning...

  Yan Huaiwen looked at it for a while, pointed to the positions of the other four archery towers marked on it, and asked: "Besides this, there are also around the village? Are there five places in total? Then these are... city walls? Enclose the village?"

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