Niu Dali did not go directly to Carpenter Zhou's house, but went to Daluo Mountain first, cut some dry firewood, tied it up, and went to Carpenter Zhou's house.

When he arrived at the house of Carpenter Zhou, at this moment, Zhou Huang held the dustpan with one hand and sprinkled the rice bran in the dustpan with the other hand on the ground. On the ground, six fat hens were pecking at the rice.

Sometimes, Niu Dali supported those who admired Zhou and his wife. No matter how the villagers talked about it, their lives were dull and warm.

"Dali, why are you here?"

Seeing Niu Dali carrying two bundles of firewood, Zhou Huang blamed him: "The firewood you sent a few days ago has not been burned yet?"

"It's okay, the firewood cannot be broken!"

Niu Dali smiled honestly, carried firewood, and placed it in the corner of the yard with a familiarity.

When Carpenter Zhou heard something outside, he came out of the house and saw that it was Niu Dali. His vicissitudes of joy showed a long-lost look of joy on his face, "Dali, are you here?"

Niu Dali greeted Carpenter Zhou and was welcomed into the house.

Zhou Huang cooked water for them to make tea. When Zhou Huang cooked hot water, Niu Dali and Carpenter Zhou finished their talk.

"Uncle Zhou, I'll trouble you with this."

"This little thing is not a problem!"

Zhou Huang was confused, but she did not ask, but put the hot tea in front of Niu Dali and Carpenter Zhou, and Niu Dali thanked Zhou Huang.

After drinking a few cups of tea, Niu Dali did not dare to delay, so he bid farewell to Carpenter Zhou and his wife.

Zhou Huang knew that Dali was busy reclaiming wasteland now, so he didn't try to keep it anymore, but she took out more than ten cents and stuffed it to Niu Dali.

"Thank you, aunt!"

Niu Dali was not polite and stuffed more than ten cents into his waist.

"You, we thank you, we are the one who helps us carry firewood and water!" Zhou Huang's eyes were filled with deep love, and his wrinkled face naturally unfolded, showing a kind smile.

When Niu Dali left, Zhou Huang sighed: "Dali is such a good child. Why doesn't Niu Laogen know how to cherish it? Drive your good son out of the house!"

Carpenter Zhou shook his head, "Who knows!" He thought to himself, maybe he was fascinated by Mrs. Qian.

Zhou Huang suddenly thought of something and said curiously: "What's the matter with Dali just now?"

Carpenter Zhou smiled, "Qiu Niang wants to run a small private school and ask me to help him make two things!"

"What?" Zhou Huang was shocked, "Qiu Niang wants to run a private school?"

...

After leaving Zhou's house, Niu Dali went to several craftsmen's houses in the village, intending to ask them for some plaster. Even if there was no plaster, lime would be made, but these craftsmen did not. Later, they went to the Sun He's house, who made tofu in the village.

When Sun He heard that Niu Dali wanted gypsum, he immediately rejected it, "You have found the wrong person. Our family sells tofu, so how can there be any gypsum powder? You'd better go to the town to have a look!"

As he said that, he closed the door without saying a word.

Niu Dali was confused.

Didn’t it mean that gypsum is needed to make tofu?

Could it be that this is not true?

Or is it because of Sun Xiaoliu.

Sun Xiaoliu was the one who broke into Widow Sun's house last night and planned to do something wrong, but was almost scared to death by Xiao Huang. When Sun Xiaoliu was sent to the yamen by the villagers, many villagers were still happy for a while.

And Sun He is Sun Xiaoliu’s cousin!

At the same time, Sun He's wife looked at Sun He, who looked uneasy and said, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with Dali asking you for?"

Sun He took a deep breath, "I just asked for plaster!"

Sun He's wife's face suddenly became unpleasant, and she lowered her voice and said, "How did Dali know?"

This method of making tofu was secretly learned by her husband who had been working as an apprentice for more than ten years. If her husband had not been smart, she would have been working for Tofu for free now!

Sun He shook his head, "You ask me, who will I ask?"

Sun He's wife comforted: "Original, don't think too much. Dali's family opened the melon seed workshop, and the business was so good. Now he bought wasteland in the back mountain. I heard that the price of wasteland has increased now, so I think Dali doesn't look down on our tofu business."

Sun He still shook his head, "Let's be careful. Anyway, anyone who asks our family whether there is gypsum? No matter who it is, they will say there is no one!

Sun He's wife nodded quickly, and tofu is their job, so how could someone easily do it?

In the end, the gypsum powder was obtained from Doctor Li. The gypsum can be used as medicine. Doctor Li didn't have many at home, but it was all taken by Niu Dali.

Originally, Doctor Li didn't plan to give it. After all, taking more raw gypsum can easily cause trouble. However, with Niu Dali's repeated guarantees, Doctor Li gave Niu Dali the raw gypsum, but he did not forget to remind him: "This raw gypsum is not suitable for those with spleen and stomach deficiency and internal heat deficiency."

Niu Dali smiled bitterly.

He wants this raw plaster and it’s not for eating it?

However, with the gypsum powder, Niu Dali went to the bamboo forest to find a thin bamboo pole and took it home to tinker with it.

Of course, this matter could not be hidden from Bier. Niu Dali did not intend to hide it. He just explained that the things he made might make Leng Qiuniang happy. Bier immediately joined happily.

The next day, Niu Dali went to Suiye Town and bought a large bag to go home.

On the third day, Leng Qiuniang was still teaching Daya and Erya in the room as usual, and Xiu'er three girls. Suddenly, she heard Bi'er's scream, "It's done!"

Erya's eyes lit up, "My sister Bier must have made some delicious food?"

Xiu'er's little face was as happy as Erya. Although Daya was not a greedy little girl, Bi'er always made all kinds of delicious pastries, which made her a little greedy.

Leng Qiuniang laughed and shook her head.

Because I knew there would be something delicious after a while, Erya and Xiu'er were not in the mood to write anymore, so I waited quietly, while Daya Wen sat there quietly, lowering her eyes, and writing something on the paper.

Time passed little by little, Erya supported her chin with her hands, "Why haven't you come yet? I'm waiting for the flowers to fade!"

Xiu'er also supported her chin and said softly, "I want to thank you too!"

The big girl gave a blank look and said, "If you have time to sigh, it's better to write a few more words!"

Erya pouted, "I'm hungry and don't have the energy to write!"

Xiu'er nodded, "Yeah!"

Leng Qiuniang, who was sitting beside her, slowly put the little yellow book on her legs and curled her lips, "I can't finish writing my homework today, I will write it twice tomorrow!"

"ha!"

Erya and Xiu'er were stunned and quickly buried their heads in writing.

Leng Qiuniang looked out the window with her eyes frowned slightly.

In the past three days, she felt that her sister and brother-in-law seemed to be deliberately avoiding her, even Bier was the same.

She asked Bier privately, and Bier looked like she didn't know, but her guilty eyes had betrayed her long ago, but since Bier didn't say it, she didn't force Bier to say it.
Chapter completed!