Cang Hai looked at Tie Tou, and Tie Tou was having fun and peaceful life. He always felt something was blocking it: upset!

Sitting on the small stool in the kitchen, Cang Hai looked up and saw Hu Shijie holding a cigarette pot in his mouth. There was a small cloth bag containing tobacco on the cigarette pot, and he was walking towards his home.

He stood up from the small stool, reached out to take a small stool for Hu Shijie, and signaled the old man to sit down.

Hu Shijie waved his hand and squatted under the kitchen shed on his own, smoking a cigarette without saying a word and not knowing what he was thinking.

Canghai was also worried, so naturally he didn't speak, so the old and the young were so silent, and the air was a little solemn.

After smoking a bag of cigarettes, Hu Shijie finished tearing the tobacco pot, then put on new tobacco leaves, lit the fire and smoked it and said to Canghai: "The old lady took away Ping An's money."

"I know, Ping'an said just now." Cang Hai nodded slightly and said that he knew about this.

Hu Shijie was silent for a few seconds before then looking up at Canghai and said, "This is nothing to do. Ping An is afraid that he will have no hope of finding a woman in this life. Now everyone is here to settle down. It is not easy to marry a woman now. Just say that after we are going through the whole set of brides, it will be impossible to get into a little over 200,000. If we marry a woman and enter the family, all the young and old have to peel off their skin..."

Cang Hai listened, and did not interrupt Hu Shijie.

Canghai knew this was the truth. Now, it really costs the price to marry a wife here. If the bride price is not 100,000, it must be 80,000. The requirement is a little higher. A new house must be 300,000 to 400,000 yuan in the county town. Even if it is not in the county town, it will cost tens of thousands or tens of thousands of yuan. With a car, the cost of marrying a wife is quite a lot of pressure on any family.

Hu Shijie continued: "What the old lady said is right. Come to An to do it, so they can handle Ping'an's affairs. Even if Ping'an can't marry a wife, the Ping'an couple can help you when they arrive."

After hearing this, Cang Hai asked directly: "Grandpa Hu, do you believe this?"

Just come to An’s character. In the future, Hu Mingshan and his wife may not expect to go there, and they still want to take care of Ping An?

“…”.

Hu Shijie was speechless by Cang Hai's words.

How could Hu Shijie not know what his grandson is like? Now he is following Hu Mingshan and his wife and finding a job for him, either this is too hard or that is too tiring. Or he dislikes the salary he gives is not high enough, and the standard is high or low. Now he is dependent on his parents for more than half a year. Even if he goes out to work, Hu Mingshan and his wife have to pay a few hundred and one thousand yuan a month. There are problems with supporting him and he can still expect to hire him safely in the future.

But Hu Shijie is hard to say, because both Ping'an and Laian are his grandsons, and now they are at the age of getting married. Ping'an cannot count on him, so he can only count on Ping'an.

At this moment, Li Licheng, who cut the bamboo, came back. He carried about ten long bamboos on his shoulders. The bamboo was not thick, which was about the thickness of two fingers. The branches on the bamboo were cut off, leaving only the bamboo head and some small branches.

The old man carried the bamboo and came to the kitchen door of Canghai's house steadily, and tilted his shoulders and placed the bamboo on his shoulders on the ground.

"Brother, Haiwazi"

Li Licheng greeted the two of them, walked to the two of them, took out the smoke from their pockets and scattered them.

"What are you doing, serious?"

Li Licheng came over to let Canghai take a look. The old man was so particular about the bundle of bamboo he cut, so he went around Canghai. In fact, he told Canghai that I had cut more than ten bamboos in your house.

Hu Shijie briefly said this.

Li Licheng curled his lips after hearing this: "Brother, it's not that I'm provoking. We are not young anymore. Maybe one night we'll fall asleep in bed. What if you have any problems, what should Ping'an do? Go to the town to live with the couple in Mingshan? Even if you want to go, the child has to pay for himself, right? Also, what are you talking about when you come to An to take care of Ping'an? Isn't that nonsense? He can't take good care of himself. Can you still expect him to take care of Ping'an in the future if he has a wife and a family?"

Hu Shijie smoked the cigarette without saying a word.

The old man also knew that this idea was really more utopian than utopia. It was a good old saying that he was three years old and came to An like this. Who could expect that Hu Mingshan and his wife would kick his legs? He could still take care of this stupid brother? Not to mention that Hu Mingshan and his wife were not at ease even if Hu Mingshan and his wife were Hu Shijie.

Hu Shijie seemed not to want to mention this matter anymore, so he turned around and asked, "What are you doing for cutting bamboo?"

"I'm going to make a few baskets and keep them for my own use during the rainy season," said Li Licheng.

"Oh, I forgot if you don't say it. My bamboo chapter is broken. I'll cut some bamboos and make one again later," said Hu Shijie.

When Canghai saw Hu Shijie looking at him, he said, "Don't ask me, who wants to cut it by yourself, as long as I don't dig the roots, I have no objection."

A lot of bamboos have been planted, and as long as the underground bamboo whip is still there, even if the bamboo is cut off, it will grow out soon.

"Okay, I'll go back and cut a few."

As he said that, Hu Shijie stood up and prepared to leave.

When Li Licheng saw it, he stood up and said to Canghai, "I'll leave." Then he carried the bamboo and followed Hu Shijie. The two of them walked back while chatting.

Seeing that the two of them were leaving, Cang Hai stood up and went back to the house, took two sharp hatchets and walked out.

"Ping An, stop playing, go with me to chop bamboo," Cang Hai said.

"Oh!" Ping'an stood up happily when he heard this, took the hatchet from Canghai's hand, happily carrying the tiger's head and iron head down the slope.

Canghai followed behind, looking at Ping'an, thinking about how to help Ping'an save the money in the future, but after thinking about it, he felt that this matter was difficult. After all, Yan Meijuan and Hu Mingshan were Ping'an's mother, so how could he be qualified to speak on other people's money?

After thinking about it, Canghai had no idea of ​​a good idea, so he sighed and chopped the bamboo with peace.

Canghai cuts bamboo not to weave baskets, and he doesn't know how to weave them either. Canghai cuts bamboo to make racks. Some vegetables in the vegetable garden have grown up, such as cucumbers and beans, all have to set up racks. Not only these are tomatoes, but because there are many fruits, the original plants must not be able to withstand such weight, and they also have to rely on racks to hold up the fruits. Otherwise, when waiting for fruits to bear fruit, the too heavy fruit can directly knock down the plant.

Canghai and Ping'an came to the small bamboo forest. The bamboo varieties in this small bamboo forest are thin. At most, they will not grow as thick as their wrists. As for what kind of varieties it is, Canghai forgot, because there are too many bamboos planted and I can't remember which varieties. Anyway, Canghai seems to be all bamboos.

Standing next to the bamboo forest, he looked, reached out and pulled out a bamboo. Canghai said to Ping An: "Cut some upwards, almost to his waist, cut down the one above, or waste it."

Canghai’s family was not very tall, and it was almost two meters above what he said, and he couldn’t use the whole bamboo at all, so Canghai asked Ping An to cut some up.

"Um!"

Ping An nodded and pulled out a bamboo and took a knife to the bamboo. He heard a crack and a bamboo was chopped down.

He threw the cut bamboo behind him, and Ping An immediately grabbed another bamboo and started cutting it hard.

Ping An cut three pieces on the side, and Cang Hai only cut two pieces. He started working hard, and Ping An was much more focused than Cang Hai. After a while, a bunch of green bamboos appeared behind the two brothers.

"Second brother, second brother!"

Suddenly Ping'an screamed.

Cang Hai stopped the work in his hand and turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Second brother, there is a big rat hole here! A big rat was leaning out just now," Ping An said, pointing to a place not far ahead of him.

After hearing this, Cang Hai walked over with a hatchet: "Where?"

Following the direction of Ping An's finger, Canghai quickly discovered a round hole, and there were traces of mice entering and exiting near the entrance of the hole. At a glance, he knew that this was a new one. Judging from the hole, the rats here were indeed quite large.

Suddenly, my childlike heart arose, and Canghai said to Ping'an: "Get some leaves here, let's burn the mouse hole."

Ping'an immediately laughed and said, "Okay!"

As he said that, he found something to cause fire. The things to cause fire in the small bamboo forest are so easy to find. Even if it was difficult to find last year, it is easy to find now. The bamboo forest that has grown for a year is full of bamboo leaves from the winter setting. The dead leaves have been dry at this time. It is a top-notch good thing to use to cause fire.

In a short while, Ping'an and Cang Hai made a pile of holes placed in the mouse cave.

After clearing the dry fallen leaves around, Canghai cleared a piece of open space of about one meter at the entrance of the mouse cave, then piled up the leaves back at the entrance of the cave, took out the lighter on its body to ignite the dead leaves. After igniting the dead leaves, you must be careful not to let the leaves really burn, because there will be no smoke when it is really burned. The dead leaves must be kept in a half-burned and unburned state, so that a large amount of smoke can be produced.

Waiting for the leaves to smoke, Canghai piled the leaves at the entrance of the mouse cave, and kept reaching out to fan the air inside, so that the smoke from the dead leaves would drill into the hole along the entrance of the hole.

The smoke was drawn from Canghai, while Ping'an stretched his neck and looked around. He soon saw a wisp of smoke floating out three or four meters away.

"Second brother, there is a hole over there!"

As he said that, Ping An ran over happily, stretched out his hand, and pushed it apart, and saw another hole in the mouse hole exposed in front of him.
Chapter completed!