Traveling back to ancient times to make money and raise children is also free

Chapter 125 If you don't write to my mother, you won't live in this beautiful house

This self-satisfied mood lasted for many days. As more and more cement powder was produced, I decided to start paving the floor of the main courtyard.

Brother He asked Dazhu and the others to move bags of cement powder into the yard and put a few bags in each room.

Then he picked up sand and gravel in baskets according to the proportion.

After these preparations are done, mix them together. Add water and mix again. Then use a shovel and a hoe to spread it evenly in every corner of the ground. Finally, level it. Use a smooth piece of wood to drag it back and forth several times. Sweep it flat. The concrete is ready.

There is no other way. I can only use the simplest method to make it look like this here. I have tried my best.

But the rough ground in my opinion is simply magical to them.

Everyone is very serious about learning, just for fear of making the slightest mistake.

When the ground was half dry, I laid a few wooden boards on it and began to slowly grind and polish it.

The next morning, they saw the results of their work the day before. They were all very excited. They felt that they had accomplished something so difficult.

One by one, they raised their hands and chests. As if they had accomplished something special and sacred, they were full of praise for me. I felt so ashamed that I had to accept the praise and admiration with a thick face.

Who asked me to stand on the shoulders of my predecessors? I have a little knowledge of 5000 years of civilization. Who asked God to send me back so many years? There is nothing wrong with plagiarizing, showing off, and comforting myself.

I was very brave in my heart, telling myself that these were all trivial matters. But I looked calm and composed, as if I didn't care about anything.

The ground in the main courtyard was gradually being covered with concrete. During this period of time, Dazhu and his colleagues had mastered the skill of concrete pouring.

My narcissistic mood was gradually worn away by the increasingly arduous cement mix.

I'm so tired! I'm going to collapse if I keep going like this. I have to think of a way.

That night, I lay in bed and carefully calculated the remaining manpower.

Because the road was not very good, Zhang Cai took the ten people to carry limestone and clay. It was enough. If the road was built now, it would take too long. The ten people could not move.

Don’t worry about the die-hard fans for now, it’s enough.

We need to find two people to grind the limestone into powder for use. Tomorrow, let Da Niu and Er Niu do this.

The soil had to be turned over and dried, and then turned into powder. One person couldn't do it, so two people were needed. So Grandma Dong's son was called and asked to pick a partner from the group.

The few remaining people were basically dealing with sand and gravel, so there were no more people left.

During this period, it was basically Brother He, Su Lai, Su Chen, and Xiao Si who helped me mix the materials I prepared together to make so much cement powder.

But if they have other things to do, they have to leave, and I am alone there, and I can't just ask anyone to come and help me with the final ratio. It is really a difficult decision!

I continued to work hard while thinking bitterly, after all, the ground of the mansion has not been paved yet. You can't give up halfway.

I lost a lot of weight in ten days. Su Chen couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked me to call one of the two teenagers working in the store back to help, saying that there was no need for two people in the store, and one was enough.

I covered my face and smiled bitterly. I had completely forgotten about these two people.

I quickly asked Su Chen to go and get someone to help me, and then I finally felt a little relieved.

Looking at the neat and comfortable ground inside the house, my good mood gradually returned. If Dabao and Xiuwen came back and saw such a beautiful home now, they would definitely praise me for doing a good job!

Alas, I haven't seen them for a long time. I miss them so much. Xiuwen still wrote a letter from time to time to report that he was safe. Xiaobao, this bastard, has been gone for several months, and he only sent two letters. It seems that the naughty kids all deserve to be beaten! After growing wings and flying away, my mother is not important anymore. He didn't even write more letters back. Doesn't he know that my mother will miss him in her heart?

He has offended my mother, so he has no right to live in the good house. When he comes back, I will build a thatched hut for him to live in.

I thought to myself angrily.

Forget it, I'll just write two letters to ask! You little bastards, instead of asking me, I'll write to you and ask you, will you feel embarrassed? Humph!

I found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a letter to Xiaobao and Xiuwen. I briefly told them about the family affairs, and finally wrote in a domineering manner: "Since the little bastard has not greeted his mother for a long time, I decided to leave the worst house in the family for them to live in. Of course, if they correct themselves and write to their mother soon, I can still consider it."

The son grows up and becomes independent. I better hurry up and make the cement mix! The sooner the work is done, the sooner the relaxation!

What are you thinking about, you little bastard!