And so, under Su Jianguo's leadership, the north wall of the first greenhouse was finally completed three days later.

Su Jianguo personally inspected every inch of the wall, felt the compactness of the rammed earth with his palm, and nodded in satisfaction.

"good!"

He patted his hands, which were covered in mud.

"The second one starts tomorrow!"

Two weeks later.

When the earthen walls of the third greenhouse were nearing completion, Su Jianguo discovered that he didn't have enough wooden planks.

He decided to personally return to the city to purchase materials and check on the situation at home.

Early in the morning, he rode his bicycle along the rugged dirt road toward Beijing.

The sun was no longer so harsh, and a gentle breeze caressed his tanned face.

After entering the city, Su Jianguo went to the timber factory first.

Thanks to his connections while working at the factory, he was able to purchase the planks and stakes he needed.

After entrusting the materials to the delivery driver, he glanced at his watch.

It's only 10 a.m., there's still time to go home.

Su Jianguo's bicycle was parked in front of the familiar courtyard house.

The yard was quiet, with only a few hens pecking at the ground.

He gently pushed open the courtyard gate, and the aroma of stew wafted through the yard. He took a deep breath, and his tense nerves immediately relaxed.

I haven't been home for half a month, and I really miss it.

Who is it?

Wang Xiulan's voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of spatulas clattering.

"I."

Su Jianguo tapped his mud-covered cloth shoes against the door frame.

The kitchen door curtain was suddenly flung open, and Wang Xiulan rushed out wearing a blue apron, her hands still covered in flour.