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The morning chill swept in, causing Liu Qingxi to shiver suddenly as she realized, "So autumn has arrived!"
Gradually getting colder, the thin summer clothes could no longer fend off the autumn chill. It had been over two months since she arrived in this era!
It seemed that everyone was busy hustling for a living, with not a moment to spare!
Lost in thought, she reached the road at the village entrance leading to the town.
Just then, a carriage emerged from the Yang Family Courtyard. The driver spotted the girl by the roadside and quickly pulled on the reins.
"Young Master, it's Miss Liu!"
In an instant, the carriage curtain was lifted, and a figure in white suddenly appeared before Liu Qingxi, a hint of surprise crossing her face.
"Yang Yichen, I knew you were leaving this morning, so I prepared some food for you. Take care of yourself!" The basket wrapped tightly still held a bit of warmth.
Yang Yichen's heart felt as sweet as honey as he looked at the girl before him, too excited to say a word.
The warmth of the basket in his hands made his heart feel as bright as the sun: "Qingxi, don't worry, I'll eat it all!"
Goodbyes always came too quickly; even with countless feelings of reluctance, one still had to part ways.
As he lowered the curtain and could no longer see the girl, the warm smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by an endless coldness: "Anan, arrange for someone to secretly protect Qingxi!"
"Yes, Master!" Shortly after, within less than a stick of incense's time, a pure white messenger pigeon flew out from the carriage, heading towards Ten Li Pu.
At this moment, it was already bright and bustling had begun!
Today, Liu Qingxi's task was still to help Zhang Dafuku repair his house. Thanks to Yang Yichen's assistance yesterday, the bamboo strips were ready for use. As for chiseling the walls, that was work for two strong men.
With the remaining two pancakes, Liu Qingxi cooked two bowls of porridge, and Liu Qingyan groggily got out of bed.
Last night, Liu Qingxi thought a lot and made a decision late into the night. After breakfast, she told Liu Qingyan, "Yan, today I’m going to work, and you should come along!"
"Sure, sure!" Liu Qingyan agreed without hesitation.
After all, whatever her sister did was right; she just needed to listen to her sister.
Actually, Liu Qingxi wanted to slowly teach him related knowledge. The skill of recognizing characters couldn't be introduced yet, but some questions about construction could be gradually instilled.
In Zhang Dafuku's yard, the two of them kept circling around the house, constantly looking up and asking, "Sister, why do we need to chisel a gap in the wall?"
"This is to insert bamboo and pull apart the cracked wall on both sides!"
"Then why use bamboo? Why not something else?"
"Other materials aren't as flexible as bamboo, and bamboo is easier to find. Also, bamboo is very durable; it won't break even if you pull it hard!"
Liu Qingyan nodded, somewhat understanding, but then more questions came: "Then why pull it like that? Why can't bamboo break? Why..."
Ah! Liu Qingxi internally wailed: "My dear brother, can you please stop asking questions that your sister can't answer?"
In the end, Liu Qingxi could only mumble a response: "Alright, alright, you'll understand when you grow up. Let's hurry and help out!"
With a subtle change of topic, Kid finally stopped fixating on the bamboo issue!
How was she supposed to explain modern experiments and data sources to someone who was born and raised in ancient times?
Liu Qingyan, who was helping for the first time, quickly forgot about the earlier question and put all her effort into working, hauling materials and sweating profusely.
A few kids who were good friends with Liu Qingyan noticed she wasn't playing today and bounced over, asking, "Qingyan, what are you doing?"
Liu Qingyan lifted her muddy face and smiled, "I'm here to help my sister! Hehe!" She wiped her sweat with her mud-covered hands, leaving streaks on her face.
"Hahaha, Qingyan, this is so much fun!" To Er Zhuzi, it seemed less like work and more like a game.
In such tough conditions, it was already quite good for children around seven or eight years old to have this much free time to play; it was a sign of how spoiled they were by their parents.
Liu Qingxi wanted to train the kids a bit and stepped in front of them, shaking her hands. "So, Er Zhuzi, since your sister is so busy, can you help out?"
"Sister Liu!" Zhang Erzhu confidently patted his chest in assurance.
"Great! Can you and Yan help out here? Later, I'll reward you!"
"Okay!" With that, Er Zhuzi led the other kids to quickly get into work mode as instructed by Liu Qingxi.
Actually, farmer kids could do anything; they had been trained to work from a young age.
With the addition of several kids, they could take on errands and other simple tasks, which significantly improved work efficiency.
The morning passed in the blink of an eye. The kids scampered back home at their parents' call for lunch. To Liu Qingxi's surprise, they returned in the afternoon with two more friends.
The adults around kept praising them: "Look at these kids! So capable! Not bad at all, haha!"
Zhang Erzhu and the others blushed with joy; they worked even harder now!
At that moment, Zhang Dafuku approached Liu Qingxi. "Qingxi, look! The wall is done according to your instructions. What should we do next?"
Liu Qingxi rolled up his sleeves, picked up the prepared bamboo pole with mortise and tenon joints, and approached the side of the house.
"Uncle Sanyou, you pull this end while I pull that end. Put some strength into it to fit the bamboo in!" Liu Qingxi directed the two men to place the Bamboo Strips into the prepared groove.
"Uncle Zhang, yours is simpler. Just find a position to secure it and then leave it alone!"
Zhang Dafuku responded loudly, "Alright, Qingxi, it's ready on my end. Do you need help over there?"
"Yes, Uncle Zhang, come over here. We need to work together on Uncle Sanyou's side; it's tricky."
The three of them worked together to press the other end into the groove, then tied one end of the bamboo with a thick straw rope, attaching a simple lever to the other end.
After connecting the Bamboo Strips, they rotated it with force. There was no need to rush; during the rotation process, the Bamboo Strips were gradually pulled.
When precise control of the applied force was not possible, experience became crucial. To be honest, Liu Qingxi lacked experience compared to the farmers.
Meanwhile, Zhang Sanyou made adjustments according to Liu Qingxi's instructions.
"Keep pulling, keep pulling; there’s no problem now!"
"Is it working, Uncle Sanyou? I'm running out of strength!"
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