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    After the holiday, Liu Junhao¡¯s yard returned to peace.  He also completely returned to his usual lazy state.

    In the morning, Professor Zhao moved the small table to the toon tree outside the courtyard, and the two of them played chess in the shade.  Although the lotus leaves in the ditch are only sparse, they give people a different kind of subtle fragrance.  Playing chess and drinking sweet honey water, the days passed happily.

    In the past few days, the acacia trees have been blooming, and the front and back of their house have turned into a sea of ??flowers.  Those local bees will naturally not miss the opportunity and are busy on the branches every day.  The two of them were near the water and the first got the moon. With this convenience, they naturally had a glass of honey water every day.  Sophora nectar is slightly milky white and smells much more fragrant than other honeys.

    Last year when the Bumblebees settled here, the sophora flowers were basically in bloom, so this was their first time to taste the sophora nectar.

    While playing chess, Wukong ran back holding a bird's nest.  This guy was afraid that the owner would confiscate the two little starlings, so he took the bird's nest with him wherever he went every day.  What surprised Liu Junhao was that the monkey was very talented at being a "bird mother". It would run out to catch grasshoppers and caterpillars at dawn every day, and when it got dark, it would hold the bird's nest in its arms to keep warm.

    After a few days, the two little birds not only did not die, but also lived very happily. They were more than twice as big as before.  The little mouth is bright yellow and the body is covered with fluff. It looks quite cute.  What¡¯s even more surprising is that the little bug seems to have regarded Wukong as his biological parent.  Even the cry has a monkey smell.

    When he and Zhang Qian saw this situation, they completely gave up the idea of ??letting the monkey send the neem myna back.  But I was quite curious in my heart as to what kind of virtue these two little guys would be like when they grew up under the care of monkeys.

    "By the way, Xiaohao, come here and help me tear down the fence. It's no longer needed now." After playing a game of chess, Professor Zhao remembered that there was still something serious to do.

    "I say, old man, you have gone through a lot of trouble. This fence was just built a year ago, why are you tearing it down now?"

    Last year at this time, Chen Ci was no higher than his knees and could not stop animals from sneaking into the yard to steal vegetables.  In the end, Professor Zhao had no choice but to build a reed fence next to the speech. This year, Chen Ci grew taller and could be used as a fence, so he planned to remove the fence.

    The fence is time-consuming to build, but very easy to tear down.  The wire at the connection was already rusty after a year of wind and rain, and it broke immediately with a pinch of pliers.

    He was busy in front with pliers, while Professor Zhao followed behind to pick up the wire.  In less than ten minutes, all the fences and walls were demolished, and the yard had a new look.

    After finishing their work, the two of them stopped playing chess and sat directly under the toon tree with their eyes closed to relax.  When the breeze blows, it feels particularly comfortable.

    It will be eleven o'clock at noon, and students will be dismissed from school soon.  Liu Junhao put away the water glass and went back to the house to start making lunch.

    I¡¯ll make rice porridge later. I happen to have some leftover honey from the honey collected in the morning, so I¡¯ll wash some jujubes.  The taste should be pretty good.  As for the dish, it¡¯s still cold toon.  During the May Day period, in order to entertain guests, we always serve big fish and meat. Now it is lighter and you can shave off the oil.

    Just after putting the rice in the pot, Zhang Qian happened to return to the courtyard. The first thing she did when she entered the courtyard was to take out the grasshoppers she caught and feed them to the swallows.  Now these little birds have also developed a habit. When they hear any movement, they immediately chirp with their little beaks.

    After feeding the swallows, she took a few more photos with her camera before settling the matter.

    "Husband, what do you think we can build a small bridge over the ditch?"

    "Building a bridge? Why are you building a bridge? Aren't there stone pedals over there?" Liu Junhao asked slightly surprised.  He now fully understands that his wife's way of thinking is unconstrained and sometimes very unrealistic.  He had previously planned to build a hut on a poplar tree, but he strongly dissuaded him from doing so.

    ¡°We build a wooden bridge next to the lotus pond, and then connect a wooden pavilion to the end of the bridge so that we can enjoy the shade there at night.¡±

    "This is just a waste of time and money, and there is no sun at night. Why do you need a pavilion?" Although we have plenty of wood at home, it doesn't cost much to build a pavilion.  But he was too lazy to do anything and didn't want to do anything flashy.

    "Why waste time and money? I am providing a place for tourists to watch birds. I have already thought of the name. It is called Bird Watching Pavilion." This idea came to Zhang Qian during class in the morning and is now mentioned by her husband.  It's not worth it, she was very angry.

    "Have you ever thought about how to repair the bridge?" Seeing his wife's insistence, he had to ask patiently.

    "It doesn't have to be so troublesome. Just lay a wooden board across the ditch. You see, I have drawn the design." Zhang Qian said and ran back to the courtyard to take out the record book.  The painting above is very beautiful, with a small bridge, a pond full of lotus flowers, and a few big birds spreading their wings outside the pavilion.

      "Okay, as long as there is a heavy rain in summer, this board will be washed away." Liu Junhao pointed out the disadvantages at a glance.

    "Then increase the height, at least one meter above the water. Is that okay?" Zhang Qian thought for a while and made changes on the picture.

    "Well, then your bridge is too narrow. What if someone loses their footing while walking on it and falls into the water? Especially children, they like to move around the most. The water in our ditch is not shallow  ¡­¡±

    ¡°Widen it and put some railings on top to protect it,¡± she said in the end, and gave up.  It's too complicated. If you really want to do this, the amount of work will definitely be huge.

    "I used to see the single-plank bridges in other people's paintings very beautiful, but why can't they fit in here?" Zhang Qian took a picture of the drawings very depressed.

    ¡°The single-plank bridge looks beautiful, but it¡¯s not so easy to walk on. But it¡¯s not impossible to add guardrails¡± At this point.  Liu Junhao suddenly had an idea, and another design method came into his mind.  After this calculation, my wife's idea became simple.

    "Speak quickly, always say half of what you say." Zhang Qian was waiting for the second half of his sentence, but after waiting for half a minute, she found that her husband was in a state of wandering mind.

    "Plastic rope, we can use plastic rope to weave it into a guardrail. Bring the paper and I will design it for you." Liu Junhao said, grabbing the record book, then picking up a pencil and drawing quickly on it.  Speaking of which, his painting level is far inferior to Zhang Qian's.  After all, Zhang Qian's understanding ability is super strong, and she can recognize what he drew after careful identification.

    "Husband, you are so smart, how can you get along with each other by using plastic ropes?" Zhang Qian complimented in a disgusting manner, and then she was full of ideas, "We can also make two net bags in the middle connection, and put flowers in the net bags.  Plant the morning glories in the pot. Let the morning glories crawl along the guardrail, and then it will become a flower bridge."

    My wife¡¯s idea of ??planting flowers on the bridge is really creative. With the help of spring water, I believe the morning glories will survive.  Suddenly, he became interested.  I'm going to do it this afternoon.

    "Building a bridge over a ditch? You have nothing to do." After dinner, as soon as Liu Junhao presented this idea to Professor Zhao, the old man immediately began to criticize him.

    The old man criticized it for a while, and finally nodded in agreement Mainly because he had nothing to do, so it was good to have some fun.

    So, the two of them started to work by the ditch in the scorching sun.

    He has all the building materials at home, and the source of the wood is his old front door.  When the house was renovated, Zhang Qian thought the wooden door was outdated, so she replaced it with a sliding door.  This door panel is useless. A few days ago, Zhang Qian wanted to chop it up and use it as firewood.  Liu Junhao quickly stopped him, saying that it would be a pity to burn such good wood.  Might as well keep it in case it comes in handy someday.

    The door panel serves as the bridge deck, which can be regarded as making the best use of everything.  As for the pier in the middle, it can be replaced by stone rollers. There happen to be two large stone rollers outside the courtyard wall.  This stone roller is different from those used by ordinary people. It cannot be seen in ordinary places. It is more than one meter long and forty to fifty centimeters in diameter.  It requires two big bullocks to pull at the same time, which is a unique product of the era of eating from a big pot.  After the property was divided into households, people usually fed one cow, but that thing was of no use at all, so it was completely abandoned.  When Old Man Liu was a custodian at the grain depot, he protected the two large stone rollers very well, and now they can be used to pad them in the water.

    However, the wooden pile in the middle of the stone roller has been exposed to wind and rain for a long time, and has long since become rotten and needs to be replaced.

    This didn¡¯t bother Liu Junhao, so he found two pieces of wood on the pile of miscellaneous wood, chopped them into squares, and then inserted them into the stone nest.

    A stone roller weighs two to three hundred kilograms. Professor Zhao was afraid that Liu Junhao would be too reluctant to put it in the water alone, so he rolled up his trouser legs and went down to help.

    The two carefully placed the stone rollers in the middle of the ditch, connected the two stone rollers together with horizontal wooden nails, and finally laid the door panels on top to form a simple figure-eight-shaped wooden bridge.

    The rest of the work is simple. Two wooden stakes are planted at each bridge head to fix the ropes.

    Of course, before planting the wooden piles, there is also a preparatory work, which is to carbonize the lower ends of the wooden piles. This can effectively prevent the wood from rotting when buried in the ground.

    Liu Junhao had just lit a fire in the middle of the road and was roasting it. Within five minutes, Liu Laosan rushed over and asked, "Xiaohao, what are you doing? I saw smoke coming from here far away.  I thought it was on fire."

    When he saw the plank bridge over the ditch, he also criticized it as nonsense.  There is no road in the woods, so is there a need to build a bridge?

    But now that he is here, Liu Laosan also picks up a sledgehammer to help drive the piles.

    "Xiao Hao, didn't you ask Zhao Guangming to deliver the rope? Why hasn't he come yet?"

    "Don't worry, it should be there soon." While eating, Liu Junhao showed that it was too hot at noon.  Just be lazy and save it?Call Zhao Guangming and ask Zhao Guangming to buy ropes and flower pots to send to him.  This man agreed very easily at the time, but when the stakes were driven, the person who delivered the rope did not even see a shadow.

    Helpless, he had to go into the house again and make a phone call.  Before the call was dialed, Professor Zhao was already shouting at the top of his lungs: "Xiao Hao, don't call, people are already here."

    "I x, is there something wrong with your brain? Is there any need to build a bridge here?" Zhao Guangming said this immediately after his motorcycle stopped.

    Damn it, can I stop repairing this bridge? Liu Junhao really wants to give up now.  Why does everyone here oppose building the bridge?

    The bridge deck and the bridge body are each tied with two ropes as thick as a one-yuan coin, and the rest is to use thin plastic ropes to weave into a mesh-like guardrail.

    When the bridge was repaired, Liu Junhao was completely disappointed. No matter how he looked at it, it looked completely different.  The bridge is too short and the guardrails are too high, giving it a bloated feeling. Especially the four half-human-high wooden piles in the middle of the bridge look extremely awkward and awkward.

    "This is the first time I have seen such an ugly bridge." Zhao Guangming looked at it for a while, and finally struck him mercilessly.

    "You kid has no sense of aesthetics. Do you understand that this is classical beauty?" Liu Junhao is still eating cooked duck meat.

    "Would it be better to add a pavilion in the middle of the bridge?" At this time, Professor Zhao put forward an opinion.

    Adding a wooden pavilion?  This is very similar to my wife's original design.  Liu Junhao looked at it from a distance and felt that the visual effect would be much better if a pavilion was added.

    "I think it's feasible to add a pavilion. Don't you have pine rafters left over from the demolition of your house? That would be just right." Liu Laosan also suggested.

    Building a pavilion would be a big project, and Liu Junhao didn¡¯t want to waste any more time.  But everyone's opinions were the same, so he could only follow the advice.

    ??Don¡¯t think it¡¯s just a matter of drilling a few holes in the rafters. For people who don¡¯t know how to be a carpenter, it¡¯s quite a headache.  I originally wanted Liu Laosan to take action, but that person was like an ant with a strong mouth.  When it came to the production process, he was so clear-cut that he couldn't even draw the ink line well.

    In the end, Liu Junhao had to beg Er Mazi again and let him do it while he was free.

    Afraid that others wouldn¡¯t understand, he specially drew a few sketches.  As a result, Er Mazi said: "It doesn't matter what you drew, I know how to do it myself."

    ?????????????????????? Professional people are different, their words are full of confidence.

    A few years ago, carpentry and masonry were both technical jobs and quite popular.  Especially for carpenters, it takes at least several days to make a set of furniture, and usually the host family has to entertain them with good food and drink.  Because of this, when Er Mazi was young, he specially found someone to study carpentry for several years. Unfortunately, he was the kind of hero who has no use for his skills.  Just two years after starting the business, three-sided slatted tables began to become popular in villages and towns all over the country. People bought complete sets directly from the street, and few companies made them themselves.  So Er Mazi, a carpenter, stopped working completely after only a few days of work.

    After Liu Junhao finished explaining, he wanted to turn around and leave.

    "Don't go, help me polish the plane blade." Er Mazi said and took out a canvas bag from the corner.  He slapped it with his hand, and suddenly smoke and dust flew everywhere.  Falling down further, rat droppings, cotton balls, etc. were scattered all over the floor.

    ¡°I said, Uncle Guangxi, how many years have you not used this thing?¡± The pungent smell almost made Liu Junhao faint.

    "How about I ask you to do something about it?" Er Mazi chuckled. He had thrown this pile of furniture in the corner untouched for several years. Now he finally got free labor.

    By the time the plane is sharpened, the sun is almost setting.

    Seeing that there was no chance to set up a pavilion today, Liu Junhao could only say hello and go home to cook.

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