? Father said that this house has a history of more than 80 years. Father talked about how difficult it is to build a house, how strong the beams of the house are and how reliable the structure is. It was in the once-in-a-century heavy rain last year that this house, made entirely of wood and mud, stood the test of heavy rain, with only a few leaks.
? According to rural customs, building a house with money and no money is a big deal, and those who owe loans should make a good nest first. I also understand that brick walls and reinforced concrete houses are everywhere around us, and our old houses have become out of place, which is obviously out of date! But my parents are very old and I know I can't afford it. In addition, I was too short of money to rebuild my parents' old house, so I had to repair it at my father's suggestion.
At first, I planned to choose the most popular colored steel tile. After repeated comparisons, I finally landed on the cotton tile. First of all, wool tiles are cheap and durable. Simple operation. So my father began to prepare materials, and 50 assorted cotton walas arrived in front of the building. Father moved out of the long-useless hay cutter and mowed the grass before dawn. Parents showed their enthusiasm for raising cattle in those years, and soon, the straw in four old cages had been harvested. Put down the hay cutter, start digging again, shovel into the trunk, and then pull it to the open space in front of the building. The two men slowly lifted the earth truck together, and the loess slipped down the trunk one by one and piled up into a hill. Everything is ready, and the invited craftsmen are here.
On this day, my father got up early and walked around the house several times. Afraid of potential safety hazards, he knocked here and measured there with wood. My father muttered, "Safety first, Niu Ge and I have excluded all potential dangers. Now there is no problem, we can completely construct. " . So I prepared tea, bought a pack of cigarettes, and bought dishes that I didn't usually want to eat in the vegetable shop. My father said that I must give them good food. The first cotton tile came to the house. Father kept stirring the mixed wheat straw mud with a hoe, hoeing the hooks one by one, then shoveling them together one by one to polish the polished wheat straw mud, and the plane on the mud surface was covered with bubbles. I saw Big Brother shovel along the ground, lift it hard, gently buckle another shovel, and the aerial relay was completed. Then they lifted the big tile and pressed it on the mud, and the tile was firmly embedded in the room. The second block is also arranged, mud and mud, mud to mud, tile to tile, construction. Everyone cooperated tacitly, talked and laughed, and spent most of the time. The flush tiles have been pasted. Father has been praising people's good work.
? After renovation, the old house seems to be full of vitality. The roof of the house is as straight as the backbone of a tough guy, and the front eaves have changed from uneven to flat. It seems that I can't live up to the master's painstaking efforts and stand between heaven and earth again. Because people are alive, the house is valuable, and the more you live, the more energetic you are.