Uncle Zhang liked the girl in front of him from the bottom of his heart. She was pretty, spoke politely, always had a smile on her face, was well-mannered, and acted briskly. It was very comfortable to deal with such a young person.

"That old man only has this little skill. He's lucky to have customers. How dare he sell it at a higher price? He doesn't care about my face." Uncle Zhang smiled and waved his hand.

The two chatted all the way back to Qinghe Village. Uncle Zhang drove the ox cart to the deserted yard and shouted. Several people working inside immediately ran out and helped move the things on the cart to the backyard.

The young men from Qinghe Village were all helping with the farm work today. It was their first time seeing Song Yun, and they all craned their necks to get a peek. Such a beautiful girl, no one in the surrounding villages had ever seen one. She was much prettier than the other educated youth who had come before. But she looked so delicate and frail. Could she really handle farm work? And with a younger brother, who knew what her future would hold.

Song Yun paid no attention to the stares. She met their gazes with a smile, thanked them repeatedly, and after moving everything in, she came back to the front to apologize. "Originally, I'd provide meals for everyone's help, but I have nothing here, not even enough to sip water. I can only take care of you all for now. When the house is finished, I'll definitely treat everyone to a good meal to thank you all."

Everyone was a little dissatisfied. It was customary for rural workers to have their meals provided. Although they didn't receive wages, they still wanted to have a free meal. But when Song Zhiqing said this, their dissatisfaction immediately disappeared. Someone said with a smile, "You don't even have a pot. We didn't want to eat your meal. But you said you would treat us all to a good meal after the work was done, and we took it seriously."

"You must take it seriously!" Song Yun laughed.

After this conversation, everyone's impression of Song Yun improved greatly, and they worked even harder.

When Song Yun returned to the backyard, Song Ziyi was looking at the water jars, ceramic pots and jars he had just bought. He had never seen these things since he was in Beijing.

Song Yun introduced the route to him one by one and gave him a task: to wipe all these things with a rag. She had to go to Carpenter Liu's house to buy buckets and shoulder poles, and also order some furniture and other things. It would probably take a while for her to come back.

"I've bought a bucket and will be going to the village entrance to fetch water. When I come back we can get some water to clean it. First, wipe off the mud and dust. Don't be in a hurry. Rub slowly and be careful not to scratch your hands."

Song Ziyi nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining. He felt very happy to be able to share the housework with his sister and that he was no longer a burden.

Song Yun hurried to the village again, asking around and finding Carpenter Liu's house. As soon as she entered, she was met with a gloomy face and unfriendly eyes. She didn't know what was going on, so she could only smile and ask, "Captain Liu told me you have a finished wooden barrel and asked me to come over and take a look. Is it convenient for you now?"

When Carpenter Liu saw that the girl was an educated youth, he wanted to chase her away. But when he heard her say that the team leader asked her to come and she looked so smiling, he swallowed his words and didn't intend to pay any attention to her. He turned around and smoked his pipe.

Carpenter Liu's wife came out of the house, glared at her husband, and said to Song Yun with a smile: "Don't pay attention to him, my daughter. He has such a bad temper. You want a wooden barrel, right? I'll take you to see it." As she said that, she grabbed Song Yun's wrist and pulled her to the shed on the left side of the yard. All the wooden furniture made at home was placed in the shed.

"My last name is Qian, you can just call me Aunt Qian."

Song Yun smiled and replied, "My name is Song Yun."

"Then I'll call you Song Zhiqing. What kind of bucket do you want? One for washing feet?"

As they were talking, they reached the entrance of the shed, where there were indeed a lot of wooden objects placed, including buckets, basins, boxes, cages, and cabinets.