After arriving at the Dongfeng Brigade, Brigade Leader Luo Yisen led the Wei family to their house in the village.

As he walked, he said, "The youth educated camp is full, but our Luo family can accommodate one more person. Comrade Song is the only one who can move in!"

"As for Comrade Wei, you have a large family, but my uncle is alone and passed away a few days ago."

"His house is next to mine. Although the house is a bit dilapidated, it can still be lived in after some repairs. You can live in my uncle's house."

Having already reached the point of being demoted, the Wei family never thought about how good the living environment would be.

As the head of the family, Wei Xiaotian nodded and agreed.

"Captain Luo, we will live in your uncle's house. We are next door to each other so we can take care of each other. If you need anything in the future, I will trouble you."

Luo Yisen smiled and said, "No trouble, no trouble."

The Wei family thought that Luo Yisen was being modest, but when they really arrived at Uncle Luo's house, everyone couldn't help but sweat.

"Uncle Wei, no one has lived in this house for a long time. You guys go in and clean it up. I'll take Comrade Song with me to see the house she lives in."

Afterwards, Luo Yisen quickly took Song Yitao away, fearing that he would be scolded by the Wei family if he stayed any longer.

When seeing the house in front of her, Wei Jinyue couldn't hold back her words and frowned slightly:

"Mom and Dad, how can we live in this house? It's too shabby. I don't want to live here!"

There were weeds all around the house, and in the unattended weeds, occasionally a few unknown wild flowers could be seen, shivering in the wind, trying to bloom.

The ground is a bumpy muddy ground, and it will surely be full of mud and water on rainy days.

Wei Xiaotian and Qin Ping, a couple, frowned as they looked at Luo Yisen's house next door. The brick house was neatly built and the door was cleaned.

Uncle Luo's house has been deserted for a long time and no one has lived in it.

"Stay here. There is no other place to stay."

Deng Zhilan spoke first. She knew the story well. The Wei family spent their time in exile in this dilapidated house.

If there were any other options, the Wei family would not have lived here forever.

Instead of complaining, it is better to take action.

"Well, listen to Lanlan, we will live here."

Wei Xiaotian expressed his opinion immediately.

Wei Jinyue didn't dare to complain anymore, but the little girl's face was full of disgust. She suddenly went from being a rich girl in the city to being forced to live in the countryside and living in such a shabby house. The little girl could not accept this huge change at all.

Wei Yanzhen walked forward and suddenly pulled open the shaky wooden door. The creaking sound was particularly harsh in the silence.

In the yard, an old stone mill stood alone in the corner, covered with moss.

Inside the house, there was an old and decayed smell, and several pieces of worn-out furniture lay to one side or the other.

On a flaking paint table, there were several chipped porcelain bowls, with a thin layer of dust accumulated in the bowls...

"Yan Zhen, you and your father will be responsible for repairing the roof, and Jin Yue and I will clean the bathroom."

"As for Lanlan, you can move a stool outside to get some sun. It's too dusty inside the house."

Qin Ping immediately gave orders and assigned tasks to everyone. Deng Zhilan was quite surprised when she heard that she was just going to bask in the sun.

Isn't it okay for her to be lazy so blatantly?

"Mom, I'm not tired. How about I take the rag and clean the windows?"

Qin Ping, however, helped her with a kind face, brought a small stool, and took her to sit at the gate of the yard.

"Lanlan, you are still pregnant. I have seen many pregnant women in the hospital. Most of them are malnourished and live in a bad environment. The babies they give birth to are thin and small, and some even have difficult births."

"I already feel guilty about you going to the countryside and suffering, and I can't let you suffer any more."

Deng Zhilan looked at the wrinkles on Qin Ping's face, which had only appeared in the past few days. The old lady's hair had a few more strands of silver, but she still cared so much about her.

"Tsu, I listen to my mother."

Qin Ping's kind eyes suddenly sparkled.