wavenovel Chapter 170 In the Attic
Chapter 170 In the Attic
Chapter 170 In the Attic
Faced with this task, more than just suddenly feel sore eyes.
"It's over, I got sand in my eyes..."
When he was young, he was closest to his grandpa. Grandpa often had to hang tools such as hammers and drills for hammering rocks and carry him on his back.
He also likes to climb up when hitting rocks. Grandpa is worried about his safety, so the whole work can only be slowed down.
But grandfather’s craftsmanship is there. Cement used to be very expensive, so when repairing houses and laying foundations, they used cut stones. Many people asked grandpa for help. This simple effort required a lot of strength.
There are even a lot of cut stones piled up behind my own house, because grandpa is worried that he will be too old to move, and his family needs to repair the house again.
It's a pity, just like I forgot when my grandfather stopped hammering stones, now I don't need those stones to build a house.
In fact, he was very sad. He had prepared so many trees and stones for his home, but he basically didn’t use them. He used some of them for the last renovation, so even though he said it was a pain in the ass to spend so much money, he should be very happy.
Early the next morning, my grandfather was not busy in the kitchen. He actually tinkered with the stone trough from the corner that he had not seen for many years. This thing is to cut a semi-cylindrical incision on a rectangular stone, and then drill a hole next to it. Easy to connect bellows.
It can be used to temper drills. Even if it is steel, it will lose its sharpness after a long time.
"Grandpa, where's the bellows?"
It's not just that I haven't seen the bellows for many years.
"It's in the attic, go get it and take a look."
Grandpa was still fiddling with his tools, checking each one, just pointing to the attic where they slept.
The previous attic was always gloomy, the bright tiles were no longer bright due to dirt, and the top was always dark. However, the renovation in the past few months has not only solved this problem, but also raised a part of it with wood. The current attic Height, even if a bed is placed on it, it can be used as a bedroom.
Otherwise, the 10,000+ would be nothing for you?
It's just a renovation, and the materials are all made by myself, and the labor is also very cheap.
There are a lot of renovations to the old house, and I bought a lot of furniture, especially the renovation of the bathroom, which cost tens of thousands, which is extremely luxurious.
But now there is still a key point. Before refurbishment, it can only be heightened, but the size is completely irrelevant. He wants to order that kind of folding ladder online.
But was reprimanded by grandpa.
“It’s not like there’s no ladder at home!”
Looking at the old ladder in my house, I am speechless. There are two ladders in this house, both of which have been used for more than ten years. It may be that the materials used are good, and they are still strong.
Carrying the ladder, he didn't just go up to the attic. At least he didn't pay attention to what was inside when he was renovating. Most of them were cleaned up by his grandfather, and he had a chance to see it today.
"all these are……"
Looking at the snakeskin bags all over the attic, I thought they were some good things, but when I opened them, they were all textbooks.
All my textbooks from elementary school to high school are here. I thought these things had been sold by my grandparents long ago, but I didn’t expect...
"If I had memorized my college books, would I still be here?"
Then he accidentally saw a few books.
"It really is here..."
Most of the books in college were sold directly at the school, and only those with a good basic professional degree or those he was particularly interested in were dragged back in boxes by him.
The plan at that time was to study again when I had the opportunity. After all, I still had a few strokes of how much I had learned in school.
It's just that a few years have passed, and I never turned over again.
Looking at these books, more than suddenly I feel as if all the scenes in primary school happened yesterday.
"Hey, time flies so fast."
More than just remembering that when I was a child, I always wanted to grow up. When I grow up, I can eat what I want, and I can buy what I want, so I don’t have to listen to the adults anymore, just...
"But, why did you grow up, but..."
Why grow up, but no longer happy?
Regarding this philosophy of life, he just thought about it for three seconds and then forgot about it. He came up to find something!
Turning on the flashlight, it took more than ten minutes to rummage through the pile of debris, and finally found the bellows from under the pile of things.
Looking at the dusty bellows, the dark brown color felt more dilapidated than I remembered.
I pulled the lever, and there was a creaking sound from inside, but I couldn't pull it out. Not only did I not dare to use force, I always felt that this thing was so fragile that it would collapse if I tried hard.
"Can this still work?"
With this doubt in mind, I not only carried it down to the attic, but also swept it with a broom in the yard. No matter what, I wanted to get rid of the dust first.
"Grandpa, the bellows seem to be broken."
Seeing my grandfather still tinkering with those rusty things, I still can't stop complaining.
He Qiang looked up at his grandson, then at the bellows on the ground, and frowned. The old man's brows were already full of wrinkles, but this frown made them even more furrowed.
Putting down the hammer in his hand, He Qiang got up and walked over, stood up the bellows, tried it, but it couldn't be pulled, and then he gritted his teeth and tried hard, only to hear the sound of the horn, and the handle broke off.
Looking at the fracture, it turned out to be decayed long ago.
Putting the bellows on the ground and checking the outer surface, He Qiang sighed, this thing is useless from the inside to the outside...
"Chop it up and throw it in the kitchen."
After saying this to He Zhi, Grandpa turned and went to the woodshed.
I looked at the back of my grandfather, and then looked at the bellows on the ground. I spread my hands out and didn't even look for an axe. I just laid it flat on the ground and took it off with one foot. With the dust flying around, this broken bellows completely ended me. duty of.
Its last value is to burn out in the flames, just in time for breakfast.
After waiting for the breakfast to be cooked, grandpa didn't come back from the back, so I had to go to the back to find his old man.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?"
I ran to the firewood house at the back, probably because it was built big enough, it is really spacious, and my grandfather turned it into a zero-hour studio.
Inside, a planer is being used to push a wooden board, and several wooden boards have been placed on the side of the feet.
"Grandpa, do you want to make a bellows?"
My grandfather was a stonemason, but after having an in-law named Li Zepeng, he unexpectedly learned carpentry skills.
After all, in rural areas, many things at home are made of wood. It is always good to be able to repair anything that is broken.
But when I think of my grandfather's carpenter's rule: stupid and rude!
More than a little hard to imagine what the final product will be.
That's right, He Qiang is not used to fine work as a carpenter, and the things he makes are thicker than he imagined, which is more durable.
"Well, grandpa wants to clean up those things."
More than just knowing what grandpa said, after all, the task has already been explained clearly enough, but...
"Grandpa, let's eat first!"
(End of this chapter)