This hill looked uneven, but it was actually very tiring to climb up. Coupled with the original owner's high tonnage, Yang Lina had to rest three or four times before running to the bamboo forest.
She calculated that it would take about a dozen bamboos to cut, tie them up and then go back.
After Yang Lina rested for a few minutes and breathed smoothly, she picked up the machete and swung it towards the thick bamboo pole with her wrist.
The bamboo used for the bracket needs to be thick, just as thick as the remaining two fingers.
The original owner was fat and strong, and it was no problem to chop bamboo. After a while, twenty and the bamboos were lying neatly together.
Yang Lina found rattan, carefully tied the bamboos together, then left part of the rattan, put the rattan on her shoulders, and pulled the bamboo towards the mountain with great effort.
Fortunately, the way back is downhill.
After finally placing the bamboo pole in the yard, her shoulders were extremely sore and her floral shirt was soaked with sweat. Yang Lina sat down on the bamboo and gasped for air.
After a while, I struggled to get up. When I thought about letting the chickens stay in the chicken coop at night, I felt much better. It seemed that I could still smell the fresh air in the yard.
Yang Lina didn't eat much at noon, probably because of exercise, and her stomach was growling non-stop.
The corn tortillas will harden as soon as they cool down, so I didn’t care whether they were delicious or not. I broke them into pieces and put them in a bowl, added some boiling water, and ate them in a few bites, and I suddenly felt strong all over my body.
There are more than a dozen chickens. In order to facilitate their movement, Yang Lina planned to build a chicken pen that is two meters long, one meter wide and one meter high.
I took the saw from the utility room, rolled up my trouser legs and sleeves, measured the bamboo, bent down and started sawing.
An hour later, the spare bamboo was cut and arranged neatly according to length.
Yang Lina sat on the bamboo and took a rest while holding a stick on the ground and gesticulating. From time to time, she wiped the sweat on her forehead with the towel hanging around her neck.
Li Jingming came back at noon, and happened to see Yang Lina holding a stick and making gestures seriously. The braids she tied behind her head were a little messy, and the broken hair on her ears and temples fell loosely. When the wind blew, the broken hair
Dancing, his chubby face looked white and rosy. Li Jingming's mouth went dry and something strange flashed in his heart.
Even Li Jingming himself didn't notice this strangeness.
However, the fact that she was able to carry so many bamboos back from the mountain was considered a great skill. The pile of bamboos must have been more than a dozen by visual inspection.
Li Jingming moved by mistake and wanted to help, but the next second he immediately reminded himself, no, he couldn't help. Who knows what she was planning, so she couldn't be soft-hearted.
Li Jingming saw that it was still early, so he went to the kitchen to drink a few sips of cold water, and then went to another field with a hoe.
After Yang Lina made the calculation, she threw away the stick in her hand, smiled confidently, patted the soil in her palms, picked up a bamboo pole with her left hand and inserted it into the soil, picked up a wooden stick with her right hand and smashed the bamboo stem firmly into the soil.
inside, then smash in the remaining corners, use pliers to cut off the wires, and start binding the main frame.
After the binding was successful, I found two long trunks, picked up the short one, and tied the two ends to the trunks on both sides, with an interval of three centimeters, leaving an empty space for chicken droppings to fall to the ground.
Short bamboo poles were neatly tied to the two main trunks one by one, and soon the place for the chicken to rest was completed.
After it was tied up, Yang Lina carefully stepped on it and tried it out. It was very strong.
After making sure the binding was strong, it took a lot of effort to secure the layer where the chicken feet rested to the four thick trunks of the leg bowl.