The two of them talked and chatted all the way and arrived in the village soon. Uncle Lao Gen directly parked the ox cart at the entrance of Lou Manyue's courtyard.

Several people in the room heard the sound at the door. When they saw that Chu Molin had returned, they quickly opened the gate of the yard and asked Uncle Lao Gen to enter the room to drink hot water.

"Why are you back now? You don't have to go to work anymore. If you don't stay at home to help Mon Moon cook, why are you back?" Lu Nanyi looked around and found that there was nothing wrong with his emotions, so he said nothing much.

"Don't there still be some wood at home? I want to pull it over and make two boxes and grow some vegetables in the house. From now until the New Year holiday, the textile factory will be very busy. My wife likes to eat vegetables, and the vegetables in the morning market are not available every day, so I want to get some to plant them myself." Chu Molin reached out and pushed them away, and said as he entered the house.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's different when you get married. Now, when you see us, you can't see it. You only have a wife in your heart. By the way, if you want to live in the county town, should you take the books with you?" Qiao Zhiyan reached out and hammered him. After finishing his skin, he still didn't forget his study.

"Yes, I came back because of these two things. I was busy last week, so I didn't come back to get it. This time I brought the wood back, and I would take the book back by the way. So when I made the wooden box, I don't have to go here again. By the way, I'll dig two sacks of soil for me on the edge of the field. I'll take it back one by one. I'll save myself riding a bicycle to the foot of the mountain to dig. How are you here? Is there any grain? By the way, do grandpa and grandma still have fine grain?" Chu Molin has been in the county town recently and almost forgot grandpa.

"Don't worry! How many of us are there? I can forget my grandfather. There are less than two kilograms left in a hundred meters, and the white flour is gone. I originally thought that if you haven't come back today, we will go to the county town to find you tomorrow." Lu Zihao entered the storage room and took two pockets, preparing to dig the soil for him.

Qiao Zhiyan came to help him move the wood. How many people divided the work and cooperated? He quickly sorted out all the things he wanted to take away and moved them into the car.

"Tomorrow, I'll send you some things to you. Do you want meat? I'll go and see if the supply and marketing cooperative has meat? Or bones. It's okay to buy some to stew soup. By the way, Haozi and you two are on vacation, why don't you go back to your grandparents' house?" Chu Molin remembered that Lu Nanyi and their grandparents lived on the other side of the county town. They have not been back since the holiday.

"Where is studying, how can I have time? Wait for a while. We will go back when the Chinese New Year is coming soon. Anyway, we are not far away. When you go back, you can help me see if they have thick quilts? If not, please help me get a bed to deliver it to you. I will give you money at that time." Lu Nanyi was actually not very worried about his grandparents at home. After all, this is their hometown, just because they are afraid that they will not be willing to burn firewood. The weather is too cold.

"What money is given? Get out of here. After I go back, I'll go over and see. By the way, have you gone up the mountain to chop wood? Then chop a little more and ask Uncle Lao Gen to help deliver it to the county town. I'll send it to my grandparents and grandparents. I'll go up the mountain to chop wood, which is more troublesome." Chu Molin was also afraid that the two old people would have no firewood at home.

"Let's take it here together today. There are still some in our woodshed. If we want it ourselves, we can just go up the mountain to cut it down. Now there are many trees that die in winter." Lu Nanyi remembered that from the beginning of the cold weather to now, they only went to the city to send firewood, and they didn't know if the two old people were enough.

So the few people went back and forth several times, filling the ox carts with piles of firewood in the woodshed before stopping.

"Or? You go with me. If I go, the old man will definitely not let me go into the house to see the quilt. If you go, go into the house to see if the quilt is thick enough. If not, I will help you get a bed." Chu Molin went to the Lu family so many times, but hasn't entered the grandparents' house.

"Okay, then I'll go with you. Brother, A Yan, thank you for your hard work today. I have to go and see grandparents. How are they?" Lu Nanyi waved his hands at the two of them and followed them.

"It's okay, you stay there for a few more days and accompany them. Don't worry, we are here." After Qiao Zhiyan shouted, he realized that they had gone far away and probably couldn't hear it. He shook his head, patted the dust on his hands and followed Lu Zihao into the house.

It's still too cold outside. If you don't burn the kang in the house now, the room will look like a refrigerator.

"It's still early, why don't I go bake two cakes and then we go up the mountain to chop wood." Lu Zihao looked at his watch and found that it was still early, so he always cat at home, so he suggested going up the mountain.

"Okay! Then you go to the pancake, I'll get a kettle to fill the water. I'll go up the mountain and use that generation of finer cornmeal to make a few more pieces, and then give a few pieces to my grandparents and grandparents." Qiao Zhiyan nodded. He was really annoyed at home. He wanted to go out, but it was too cold outside.

Now that I am going up the mountain, I don’t know when I can go down the mountain, so I have to bring out the old man and his friends’ dinner together.

"I understand." Lu Zihao went to the local area to teach, took out the bag of the thinnest cornmeal, and took another bag next to it. The rougher ones were all from the old man. They didn't have to eat too fine ones, and they made them into two portions, and made the fine cornmeal for the old man and the others.

Because they practice ancient martial arts, their footwork was much faster than ordinary men. After leaving food for the old man and the others, they went straight up the mountain. Usually, the mountains were cut off by the villagers, so they had to walk in.

The weather is too cold, and many animals will not come out, and the weeds are frozen to death. The entire mountain is bare except for those trees without leaves.

The two of them walked in while watching. The cut firewood piled up, tied up and placed it in place. It was already deep in the mountains, so there was no need to worry about being dragged away by others.

From morning to ten o'clock to afternoon, about three o'clock, they cut off a whole cart of firewood. It was dark early, and at around three o'clock, they started to transport the firewood to the bottom of the mountain little by little.

They first sent all the firewood to the cowshed. When they delivered all the firewood they cut down today to the cowshed, it was already dark and slowed down. While it was dark, the two of them transported all the firewood home with the floor tray trucks on the cowshed.
Chapter completed!