[[[cp|w:190|h:220|a:c|u:./chapte/201212/2/.]]]] The next day, Song Wen called a digger and from the mountain to the stream in front of his bamboo forest, he dug out a mountain road that can accommodate two cars, and dug an open space next to the stream to stop the car, so as not to drive the car over the stream in the future and make the bamboo forest mess. After digging the road, he called a bulldozer to flatten the road, and pushed the broken wooden house where his father lived and dug the foundation. After flattening the road, he asked someone to carry more than 20 trucks of coarse sand on it, and asked someone to level it and tamp it. This road leading to his own bamboo forest was considered open.

After the road was repaired, he asked his father to invite someone to build a house.

The house is a two-in-one courtyard with a courtyard style. It is a small courtyard in the front, and behind it is a one-living and two-bedroom round-ear tiled house unique to southern Fujian houses. There is a patio in the middle, and a two-story small building behind it, with cement boards on it, so it is kept for drying things in the future. There is a small garden behind where you can grow some fruits and vegetables.

After nearly two months of busy life, the house was finally built. Just waiting for the smell of decoration inside to dissipate, you can decorate it inside.

Building roads, including building houses, costing more than 200,000 yuan in total. In addition to the more than 100,000 yuan taken out from home, Song Wen’s savings in recent years have also been spent like flowing water, and now he only has 10,000 or 20,000 yuan left. However, when wealth is gone, people are happy. Looking at the simple houses and beautiful mountains and rivers in front of him, a feeling of returning to nature comes to his face. Living here is simply a fairyland on earth, and no matter how much money you have, you can’t get it.

Just as he narrowed his eyes and enjoyed everything in the mountains, a guqin sound floated out of his pocket, and it was the ringtone of his cell phone.

Song Wen took out his cell phone and saw that it was Song Hu who called him.

"Where are you?" Song Hu asked on the phone.

“On this side of the new house.”

"Then come here and I have something good for you."

After saying that, Song Hu hung up the phone.

Song Wen didn't know what trick this guy was doing, so he took a look at the new house and rode his motorcycle to leave.

In this mountain, motorcycles are much more useful than cars. After the road was opened, he bought a car for transportation. Although his father also had one, he didn't like the classic car.

When he came to Song Hu's braised noodle shop, Song Hu mysteriously pulled him inside, took out a small iron cage from the corner on one side and handed it to him.

There is a little hedgehog in the iron cage. It seems that he has just opened his eyes for a while, and he will chirp continuously when he sees people.

Seeing its cute appearance, Song Wen teased it with his fingers. He gently touched the thorn on the little hedgehog's back, and it felt soft and not hard.

"How is it, it's good. The day before yesterday, the short man from the village next door went up the mountain to catch two hedgehogs. He sold the big one, but no one wanted the small one, so I gave it to me. Last time, you vomited and had diarrhea for several days, and you just took it back to replenish it."

"Can this thing be eaten? There's no meat."

Song Wen looked at the little hedgehog with few taels of meat. He had never heard of eating hedgehogs.

"Why can't you eat it? It's very nourishing. Besides, it's not about letting you eat meat. It's mainly because of the soup, so the soup is good."

"I think it's better to keep it for your Qiqi to play."

"What do you know? If you give this to her, she can stuff it into your mouth when you are not paying attention."

That's right, this little guy in his family has been restless since he was a child. It is said that when he was young, he pulled his bastard on the bed and could still use it as mud to play with it. I guess he would be a tiger girl when he grew up.

But how can I eat this hedgehog so young? Forget it, it’s okay to take it back and keep it for fun.

So he took the hedgehog, said to Song Hu, "Let's go." Then he turned around and wanted to leave.

When Song Hu saw it, he hurriedly grabbed it, "Why are you going to leave so quickly?"

"I won't leave if I have nothing to do. Why do I stay here? I still have a lot of things."

Although the house was built, the remaining soil and small garden in the backyard had to be taken care of. He was not in the mood to chat with him here.

"Aren't you going to buy some chickens and ducks to raise in the yard? Tomorrow will be the Xuji. Will you go?"

"Why don't you go? But I have to tell my mother, otherwise it will buy chickens and ducks another day, and I won't be able to raise so many places."

"Okay, I'll drive to pick you up tomorrow morning, don't sleep too late."

"Just take care of yourself, I can sleep later than you, just kidding."

Others don't know that Song Hu has always been a good person who doesn't get up until nine o'clock, and he often stays in bed. However, he doesn't have to laugh at his second brother. In addition to building a house, his other time is similar to him.

Song Wen took the hedgehog and went home. There was no place to stay in the new house yet, so he had to put the hedgehog at home. He was afraid that his nephew would take it to play with him, so he took the hedgehog to his room.

The little hedgehog didn't know if he was hungry, and kept chirping in the cage. Song Wen saw it and became distressed, and he didn't know what this guy had to eat.

After checking the Internet, I found out that this guy is an omnivorous animal. Insects and their larvae, snails, birds and eggs, mushrooms, grass roots, nuts, melons and small snakes are all its food. There is no need to think about foods such as insects and snakes. He can think of fruits and mushrooms, but the market has long dispersed, so there is no selling anything.

He went to the refrigerator to look at it and saw a red melon inside. He thought that the red melon should be considered a melon, so he took it out and turned it off, made it hot with hot water, and put it in a cage for the little hedgehog to eat. Unexpectedly, the little guy really started eating it.

The next morning, Song Wen was still in a hazy state, and then he heard a car ringing outside, and then he heard someone knocking on the door, but he was just lazy and didn't want to get up or respond.

Since he got tired of his stomach, he felt much more intelligent and his eyes were clearer. Not only did his eyes look very bright, but he was even very sensitive to hearing, and he also responded quickly, but he was also suffering.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

"Awen, get up."

Song Hu slapped the door outside and shouted, "I asked this kid to get up early yesterday, but why haven't I got up yet?"

Song Wen was not awakened by him, but Chen Xiuhui's voice came from behind him, "Ahu, whisper, Xixi is still sleeping?"

At this time, it was not dawn and everyone was still sleeping, so only Chen Xiuhui got up early to cook. If she hadn't gotten up to cook, Song Hu wouldn't have come in.

Song Hu responded, and the sound of slapping the door was a little lighter. After slapping a few more times, he saw Song Wen staggeringly opening the door in slippers.

"What's the matter? It's so early." Song Wen rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and said impatiently.

When Song Hu heard this, his eyes glared. He didn't expect that this guy would forget everything about yesterday.

"Aren't you going to Xuji? You can't get it back. If you don't go to someone else, you'll be dispersed."

Only then did Song Wen remember what he wanted to go to Xuji. He quickly put on his clothes, brushed his teeth and washed his face, said hello to his mother, and followed Song Hu out.

Chen Xiuhui looked at it and shouted from behind: "Awen, are you not going to eat?"

"I'll go to the market to eat." Song Wen responded and left.

Xuji is a free market spontaneously composed by the people. It has fixed days and is different from each place. There is no Xuji near Songjiabao, and it takes only to go to Suiyuan Town, a few kilometers away.

Song Hu drove a small truck. This truck originally wanted to buy it to make money for people, but unfortunately there was no truck in the countryside. Only when fruits or vegetables were produced were abundant, people called it, and the rest of the time was put aside and rust.

We rushed to the Xuji at a speed of lightning. There were already people coming and going on the restaurant, and we couldn't squeeze in. After the car was parked, the two of us were not in a hurry. When we saw a shop selling small buns on the side of the road, we walked in and filled our stomachs first.

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