An Qinglin walked to his third brother's homestead.

"Father, Mother, I'm here!"

An Tanxiao nodded.

"Okay, Qinglin, keep an eye on things here. I need to go to the outhouse!"

Shi Meiling then told Qinglin.

"Qinglin, you keep watch here for a bit. I'm going home to get some stools."

An Qinglin watched helplessly as his parents left, leaving him alone to guard the bricks.

He simply squatted down and began to observe the ants.

Unexpectedly, someone walked up to him at that moment.

"Qinglin, what are you looking at with your head down?"

An Qinglin raised his head and looked at the person who had come.

"It's Uncle Desheng! What brings you to my third brother's homestead?"

"Ah, I heard that your third brother brought back some blue bricks. I just happen to need a few for my kitchen. I don't need many, six will be enough!"

"Qinglin, you certainly won't disagree, right?"

An Qinglin stood up, looked behind Uncle Desheng, and laughed.

An Desheng also smiled.

"Oh, so you're saying you agree? Then I'll take it myself."

An Qinglin then pointed behind An Desheng.

"Uncle Desheng, why don't you ask him? If he agrees, you can take it!"

An Desheng turned around in confusion and immediately greeted the newcomer with embarrassment.

"Heh, hehe, well, Uncle Xiaowu, I was just joking with Qinglin, I didn't want it!"

An Tanxiao smiled and wasn't angry.

"Yeah, I know you definitely wouldn't come asking for your own nephew's bricks. You wouldn't do something so degrading, would you?"

"You're right, that's definitely not possible. I just heard my nephew is building a house, so I came to see if I could help in any way."

"No need, no need. I've already found Leping and his people to come and build the house. I've found about ten people already!"

"Okay, well, I'll be going now. If you need my help, just let me know anytime!"

"Okay, it's good that you're thinking of it! Let me know if you need my help!"

After An Desheng left, An Qinglin went to his father's side.

"Hey Dad, if you had come a few steps later, Uncle Desheng might have really taken it!"

An Tanxiao turned his head and asked.

"How many bricks is he planning to take with him?"

An Qinglin made a six with his hand.

"sixty?"

An Qinglin shook his head.

"What? He wants six hundred yuan?"

An Qinglin shook his head again.

An Tanxiao slapped Qinglin on the head.

"Are you mute? Just say it, I don't have time to guess!"

An Qinglin then rubbed his head and smiled.

"Haha, Dad, it's six yuan!"

An Tanxiao also smiled.

"Hehe, he should have said so earlier. If it's six bricks, I'd let him take them. A few bricks won't make a difference!"

Qinglin curled his lip in disapproval.

"You'd better not. Believe it or not, you agreed to let him take six yuan, and tomorrow he'll come and ask for ten more. You should know better what kind of person Uncle Desheng is, right?"

"Yeah, whatever, he won't dare come back here as long as I'm here!"

Around one o'clock, An Qingbai came over to Zhuang Zhimeng and put the meat and ribs in a black bag.

"Zhizhi, I'll go to the Hongxing Brigade and buy a watermelon so the people who come to build houses can have some tonight!"

"Alright then, it takes about the same amount of time as going to town anyway, so Brother Qingbai can just ride straight to the Hongxing Brigade to buy watermelons!"

"good!"

An Qingbai rode his bicycle, loaded with meat, out of Anyang Brigade and headed towards Hongxing Brigade.

Half an hour later, when An Qingbai returned to the Anyang Brigade, there was a large watermelon in the net bag on the handlebars.

An Zaimin was waiting at the village entrance at 1:30.

An Qingbai stopped his bicycle and handed him the meat.

"Uncle Min, here's your meat and ribs."

An Zaimin took it and glanced at it casually.

"The meat looks very fresh, An Laosan, thank you!"

An Qingbai waved his hand.

"No need to thank me, Uncle Min. I'll head back now; we'll be building the house soon!"

"Okay, you can ride back now!"

An Zaimin watched An Qingbai ride away before suddenly muttering to himself.

"Hey, it looks like An Laosan bought a watermelon on his handlebars. Is there a place in town that sells watermelons? Isn't it only in the Hongxing Brigade area that watermelons are sold?"

He shook his head again.

"Maybe they're selling watermelons in town today! Now that we have the meat, what else is missing?"

Thinking it best to go back and ask Xiuxiu's mother, I hurried home.

An Qingbai put down his bicycle, picked up a watermelon, and went to Zhuang Zhimeng's house.

"Brother Qingbai, you bought it? Put it in that water tank over there, I've already put ice in it."

An Qingbai then placed the watermelon into the water vat that Zhizhi pointed to.

"Zhizhi, let's go over there. I reckon Uncle Leping and the others have probably all arrived by now!"

"Okay, let's go!"

When Zhuang Zhimeng and An Qingbai arrived at the homestead, they found that the division of labor had already begun.

An Leping walked over to them as soon as he saw them and asked them questions.

"An Laosan and Zhuang Zhiqing, what kind of house do you want to build? Do you have any blueprints? If you have blueprints, then build according to the blueprints. If you don't have blueprints, you can just tell me roughly!"

Zhuang Zhimeng nodded.

"Uncle Leping, we have the blueprints. Could you take a look and see if this is a suitable way to build it?"

Zhuang Zhimeng handed the blueprints she was holding to An Leping.

An Leping took it and looked at it, then looked at them.

"It's possible to build, not difficult. Okay, we'll build it according to your blueprints!"

An Qingbai nodded and asked An Leping.

"Uncle Leping, I bought 26,000 blue bricks. If we calculate according to this blueprint, will it be enough?"

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