sbdcsierra Chapter 111 Mobile Home, Planning Ahead
Chapter 111 Mobile Home, Planning Ahead
Since everyone is building houses here and the yamen runners don't care, it means that as long as it doesn't delay their journey, the yamen runners generally allow it.
If she moved the house onto a cart, like a mobile home, and her family pushed it around, wouldn't that mean the officials wouldn't care?
If pushing a cart is allowed, then whether it's a covered cart or you push it yourself, there's essentially no difference, so is that also allowed?
The more Wenwen thought about it, the more excited she became.
The handcarts on both sides of the house, which looked a bit tall, were originally intended to be a perk for the night watchmen.
The initial plan was for the men in the family to stand around the outside of the house and take turns keeping watch at night.
Now that a new idea has suddenly come to her, she needs to discuss it with her family.
After all, she's just a child. She has wild ideas, but whether they can be put into practice depends on the adults in her family. Adults tend to be more practical and comprehensive in their thinking.
"Grandfather, I have an idea, it's like this..."
Wenwen finished speaking in one breath, blinked her eyes, and waited expectantly.
The Master pondered for a few moments, then said, “According to the law, you are allowed to push your own cart, but not to ride in a horse-drawn carriage. As for whether the cart is luxurious or simple, no one can interfere, as long as you can push it yourself.”
After Wenwen received an authoritative answer from the Master.
Without thinking, just blurt out your ideas.
“Grandfather, this is what I’m thinking… What do you think, is it okay?”
The eldest uncle was the first to speak up, "Hey, it's just messing around with a handcart and putting a canopy on it, what's so difficult about that? It's a piece of cake, right, third brother?"
"It's not difficult, let's get started."
"Let's gather more branches and leaves before it gets completely dark."
The Wen family once again mobilized as a whole, using whatever materials they could find and bringing them back to pile up.
As time went by, the sky gradually darkened.
The Wen family's simple cart underwent a complete transformation after being tinkered with by several people.
With the addition of a roof, surrounding barriers, and doors and windows at the front and back, it looks like a complete carriage at first glance. However, it's so ugly it's beyond words—the lowest of the low-end versions.
The roof is framed with tree branches, supplemented with leaves and thatch, layer upon layer, with a straw raincoat on the outside.
The surrounding area was also enclosed by branches, one after another, of varying lengths and uneven shapes. There were also doors and windows at the front and back, which were also covered by raincoats.
From the outside, it is really ugly, making people not want to get close to it.
After seeing the results, Wenwen was full of praise.
Unexpectedly, the family fully grasped the spirit of the idea and used whatever materials they had on hand to make two hand-pushed RVs.
Thus, the most shabby handcart on the road to exile was born.
Wenwen wandered around the RV for a while, secretly pleased with herself. If she could secretly decorate the interior, the hardships of her exile would be made a little more enjoyable.
As the saying goes, life needs both joy and sorrow to keep going.
It got completely dark.
The person who fetched the water returned and started a fire to cook.
Soon, the fires by the woods gradually lit up, and each family received some coarse bread, which they mixed with their own cooked food to have another dinner.
Everyone was exhausted today. After dinner, we had no energy left to chat and joke around. We tidied up quickly, went inside if there was a room, and lay on the floor if there wasn't.
There are few birds in the woods here. Even though a group of people have been gathered here for so long, not many birds have flown by.
A night breeze blew from afar, carrying with it the low chirping of insects. Many prisoners lay down, stretched, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Looking around, only a few soldiers on duty were chatting idly at the edge of the woods.
The soldiers' intermittent conversations were gradually drowned out by a chorus of snores.
The night was dark and windy, a time when the Wen family was most active.
After finishing dinner, Wenwen asked Wenchengjian to guard the door while she went inside to busy herself. When she was almost done, she poked her head out of the house and called out, "Grandfather, Grandmother, come in."
Wen Qikang and Yao Changhao volunteered to stay on the two carts to keep watch, while the rest of the people went inside.
As soon as Wen Yuanqian stepped into the house, he looked up and what he saw almost blinded him. The old man had seen a lot of the world, so his surprise was only momentary, and he didn't exclaim.
After calming down, he turned around and whispered, "Keep your mouths shut and don't make a sound."
People following behind entered the house one after another. More than twenty people entered the small house at once, making it feel crowded and cramped. However, everyone was able to find a place to sit down.
Except for Wenwen, everyone kept their mouths shut and looked around curiously.
Unexpectedly, the house, which looked shabby and ugly on the outside, had a surprisingly wonderful interior.
Inside the house was a large tent, just like the ones used by the yamen runners and soldiers outside.
A lamp hung from the top of the tent, emitting a soft light that illuminated the inside as bright as day. However, no light could be seen from the outside, which puzzled and intrigued everyone.
The floor was covered with a mat whose material was hard to discern, but it was soft and comfortable to sit on.
The key point is that there is a long table in the middle of the room, on which are placed all kinds of food, drinks, and various kinds of fruits, some familiar and some unfamiliar, filling the entire table.
Wenwen didn't want to waste time, so she gave Wen Yuanqian a meaningful look.
Wen Yuanqian immediately understood, "Eat up, then get back to your cultivation."
The Wen family had eaten these spatial fruits before, but they had never seen them so clearly before, either in the dark or in dim light.
Now, illuminated by the lights, these fruits are colorful and shiny, and seem to have a sweet aroma, making them very tempting.
If adults can tolerate it, what about children?
In the silence, a few slurping sounds were quite abrupt.
"Sister, sister!"
Wenqing was the youngest, her head spinning as she looked for Wenwen, her little mouth calling out to her.
He shouted while drooling.
"Hehehe, hehe..."
"Eat up, stop being so fussy. After you finish eating, get on with your business and don't waste time."
The family, without any unnecessary formalities, ate together, looking out for each other.
Wenwen kept restocking until everyone strongly objected, at which point she stopped.
Of course, the two people keeping watch in the RV outside are definitely not spared.
After eating and drinking to our hearts' content, we tidied up.
The family looked at Wenwen with a tacit understanding, waiting for her to speak.
Wenwen scratched her head, glanced at everyone, and a thought suddenly occurred to her.
Some objects suddenly appeared on the table in front of her.
On the left are two books, a stack of cards, and some writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
On the right is a dark, backpack.
Wenwen pushed all the books, cards, pens, ink, paper and inkstones to her grandfather and the others.
"Grandfather, these are for you."
Then, she took the backpack, rummaged through it, and pulled out a colorful thing. She tugged at it here and there, shook it there, and it took her a while to lay it flat on the table.
The family looked at the things on the table, completely baffled and confused.
"Wen'er, what is this?"