The General’s Wife of the Buddhist Family

When Chu Weileng returned home, Boss Chu and Zhao had already woke up.

The Zhao family was looking at the chickens in the chicken coop, while Boss Chu was pulling weeds from the vegetable plot beside him.

Seeing that his son came back from outside, Zhao asked curiously: "When did you go out, why didn't you rest at home?"

Chu Weilian did not tell Zhao what he did, and used other reasons: "My son is used to it. He goes to bed early in the barracks and does not rest at noon. I just went outside and turned around."

After hearing this, Zhao said: "Oh, it's good if you are not tired. If you are tired, go back to the house and rest."

"I see, mother, my son is not tired."

After that, Chu Weileng walked towards Boss Chu, squatted beside Boss Chu, and pulled the weeds with him.

Last night was so tired, Luo Jianjia slept for an hour before waking up.

When she first lay on the bed, she was still worried that Chu Wei Leng would come back suddenly.

Gradually, without hearing anything, she became extremely sleepy again, and fell asleep at ease.

When they woke up, the three members of the Chu family were busy living in the yard.

Seeing her coming out, Zhao greeted her enthusiastically and greeted her to come over: "Jianjia, you are awake, come and have a look."

Luo Jianjia hurriedly walked over, looked down at the things on the ground, did not understand what these wooden shelves were for.

Zhao immediately solved her confusion: "Brother Leng said that the weather is too hot now, and the sun is too hot. He wants to make a shed for us so that we are not afraid of the sun."

Luo Jianjia raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at Chu Wei Leng, who was crouching on the ground in a white shirt and busy.

In fact, she has always felt that it is quite dry, but she never thought of making a shed to cover it.

Chu Wei looked rough, but his work was rough and thin.

She couldn't help but reflect on whether she had some fixed thinking and was not flexible enough to do things.

Chu Weiling fixed the two wooden sticks together and raised his head.

Although it is the time of application at this moment, it is not as hot as noon, but the temperature is not low.

I saw that his face was reddened and his face was covered with sweat.

It happened that a drop of sweat ran down the forehead to the eyes, and rolled over the eyelashes.

He didn't care too much, lifted up his sleeve and wiped it.

In an instant, the white sleeve was dirty.

Looking at Boss Chu and Zhao next to them, their faces were also red.

"I'm going to cook some mung bean soup." Luo Jianjia said.

I don't know how long Boss Chu and Zhao have been working. On such a hot day, even in a cool place, it is easy to get heatstroke.

"Okay, I'll help you burn the fire." Zhao said.

"No mother, I can do it myself, you find a cool place to rest for a while, don't always be under the sun." Luo Jianjia said.

"Hey, mother got it." Zhao responded with a smile.

As soon as Luo Jianjia left, Zhao's eyes returned to what the husband and son were doing.

Seeing the sweat on his son's face kept flowing down, Zhao said, "Brother Leng, take off your shirt. The sky is so hot and wet. Take it off and wash it off for you."

Chu Wei Leng wanted to take off his clothes a long time ago.

But as soon as he took it off, he thought of what Luo Jianjia had reminded in the morning.

Compared with making parents worry about heat, he would rather be hot.

"No, mother, just dress like this."

"What's the matter? Are you shy after three years of not seeing you? There are no outsiders at home. Take it off. You are uncomfortable wearing wet clothes." Zhao's persuaded again.

"No need, mother, my son is used to it, and he just dresses like this in the barracks." Chu Weilian began to lie.

Zhao was very surprised: "Huh? In such a hot Celestial Army camp, it is still required to wear a jacket? How hot it is."

Boss Chu said puzzledly: "When I was young, I heard that there were men in the barracks, and everyone was shirtless."

Chu Wei let out a cold cough and said, "Father, we are in the south and it's hot. The border is in the north, it's extremely cold, and it's not as hot as ours even in the hottest summer."

The Zhao family had never been far away, and was surprised by what his son said.

"Really? There is such a place. I thought we are all the same in Dali, but they are not the same hot."

"Yeah, not only is it different, it's also cold in winter. When the border crossing is the coldest, it will snow and the water will freeze." Chu Wei said coldly.

Both Zhao and Boss Chu had never traveled far, and both were very interested in the places where their son had been. Soon, the two of them focused on the customs of the border and asked a lot of questions.

Chu Wei felt relieved to see that his mother no longer cared about what he was wearing, and told his mother about border crossings.

In Chu Weilen's mouth, the border is a very beautiful place.

The place is very large, the soil is very fertile, and the people are more hearty and enthusiastic.

The Chu's yard is so big, Luo Jianjia naturally heard the conversation outside.

Listening to Chu Wei Leng's words, her thoughts also drifted to the border.

The weather was already hot today, but she was on fire again, and it became even hotter in the kitchen.

Thinking of the weather at the border, she suddenly yearned for it.

After listening to those things at the border that Chu Weilian said, she liked it even more.

I thought to myself that when I left with Chu Wei coldly in the future, I must go to the border to travel for a while, and it would be worthwhile for her to come to this world.

However, after thinking about it, listening to the sound of boiling water in the pot, he returned to reality.

In fact, in addition to being too hot in summer, the south is also pretty good.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the air is humid, which is suitable for people's life.

Chu Weilian is a filial person, and he must have spoken nice things to Boss Chu and Zhao.

In fact, the border crossing may not be so good.

After all, there is a war there, and it's too cold in winter.

Thinking about it this way, Luo Jianjia thought it was pretty good now.

After a while, the mung bean soup was ready.

Luo Jianjia pulled out the firewood from the bottom of the pot and buried it in the ashes at the bottom of the pot, letting the fire go out, and opened the lid of the pot to take out the mung bean soup and put it in the pot.

Afterwards, she went to the well and drew two buckets of water and poured them into a large basin. Then she took the basin containing the mung bean soup and put it in the large basin to cool it down.

After doing this, Luo Jianjia walked over and took a look at the shed they were working on.

To be honest, she was very curious about what she wanted to make. After all, this is closely related to her future life, and she is very concerned about such things.

At this moment, Chu Weileng and Boss Chu are thinking about how to fix the problem.

Because of the serious discussion, even if the sweat ran across his eyes, Chu Weilian seemed unaware. He blinked a few times, picked up a few sticks, gestured, and asked Boss Chu: "Father, you Can this be done like this?"

When he was young, Mr. Chu studied woodworking with an old carpenter in the village for two years, and he has done a lot of things himself over the years. Although not very proficient, but understand the doorway inside.

"It's not impossible. Dad has never made such a big one. I am afraid that the big thing will be unreliable and easy to fall." Chu boss said hesitantly.

"Let's try it first, and if it doesn't work, do it again." After that, Chu Weileng continued to do it.

"Row."

Luo Jianjia stood aside and watched for a while, then listened to their discussion, and gradually understood what kind of shed they were going to make.

Below are a few sticks stuck on the ground, with a few horizontal sticks on top, and a piece of cloth on top.

very simple.

The problem is also very obvious.

If it's just a small shed, and the stick stuck on the ground is not that long, it can still be fixed.

But if it is higher, it is estimated to be a bit difficult.

After a while, Luo Jianjia felt that the mung bean soup was almost done, so he washed his hands, brought the small basin to the kitchen, took out a few bowls, and served one bowl per person.

When he came out, Chu Weileng had already made a rough idea.

As they expected, it was very unstable.

Seeing her husband and son showing sadness, and seeing their faces flushed, Zhao said: "Let’s take a break first, take a sip of mung bean soup, and then make it later."

Luo Jianjia brought four bowls of mung bean soup on a tray and placed them beside Chu Wei coldly.

Chu Wei Leng was also really hot, sat down on the ground, and started drinking the mung bean soup.

Boss Chu was about to drink, Luo Jianjia said: "Father, mother, wash your hands first, to prevent illness from getting in the mouth."

Chu Wei Leng looked at the gray handprints on the side of the bowl and was caught by himself. He was in a mixed mood. He raised his head and glanced at Luo Jianjia.

Luo Jianjia didn't even look at him, picked up his bowl and drank slowly.

Zhao came back after washing his hands, seeing that his son had finished drinking, he said: "Mother, go and serve you a bowl."

"No need, mother."

After all, Chu Weileng continued to study how to make a shed.

Luo Jianjia listened for a while and couldn't help but said, "Father, it's better to make an umbrella-like shape on it."

Hearing this, everyone looked over.

"It's the same as an umbrella?" Chu Wei slowly pondered after listening coldly.

"But is the umbrella surface too high? Those shelves are not easy to make." Chu Lao Dao.

"We can make some small frames, and make more of them, and make them into triangles, which are more stable." Luo Jianjia said.

The language is pale.

Luo Jianjia couldn't explain the shed she had seen before in a sentence or two.

She put the bowl aside, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and drew it on the ground.

In fact, there is a big umbrella on the top, and a few pillars are used to fix it around the bottom.

The brackets in the big umbrella are not a few long sticks, but a lot of small sticks, crossed together.

"It looks like the shape of a house." Zhao didn't understand, but she understood.

"Yes, that's it." Luo Jianjia nodded.

"Why use so many small sticks? Is it possible to use a whole long stick?" Chu Wei Leng asked.

Luo Jianjia explained: "Yes, but it's not as stable as this. Moreover, this is more convenient to put away. When these crossed sticks are merged in the middle, they are folded and put away."

Hearing Luo Jianjia's explanation, Chu Wei Leng's eyes lit up and looked at her appreciatively.

"The lady is so smart."

Seeing that he understood, Luo Jianjia put down the stick, smiled, and said nothing.

Zhao said with a smile: "Jianjia has always been so smart. Marrying such a good wife is a blessing you have cultivated in your eight lifetimes, but you should cherish it."

Luo Jianjia wouldn't respond even more to these remarks, holding up the bowl he had just put aside, concealing his embarrassment.

After Chu Wei listened coldly, he suddenly looked at her.

Luo Jianjia thought she was going to say something in accordance with Zhao's words, and this was definitely not what she wanted to hear.

She pretended not to see it, picked up the bowl, and tried to hide Chu Wei's cold eyes.

Chu Weicooling did not stop himself because of this, but said: "Miss, you didn't wash your hands."

"..." Luo Jianjia paused and raised his eyes to look at Chu Weileng.

"Be careful about getting sick from the mouth."

Luo Jianjia pursed his lips, his hands trembled slightly, and tried his best to hold back the bowl in his hands.