The Chinese people have a deep love for the land, and real estate brings them unparalleled peace of mind.

How much confidence does a building add to your home?

Even without talking about its own value, this building can bring the family dozens of dollars of income every month, which is the hen that lays golden eggs for the Xiang family.

It is normal for Xiang Hongqi to react so strongly. Who can still smile and laugh after hearing that a building in his home is gone?

Maybe people with a lot of assets at home don’t care about this loss, but the Xiang family has worked hard for so many years, and just by chance they got the opportunity to demolish the Hu residence and this building. It is very important.

All he was thinking was: I've never heard of a family so poor that they had to sell their house?

Several people in the family have stable jobs and I haven't heard of any major expenses, so we shouldn't sell the house.

Just as he was daydreaming, Zhang Jidi finally finished his work and sat down on the bed, tugging at the corner of the quilt. "This house has nothing to do with you or me. It belongs to Mianmian."

When Xiang Hongqi heard the name, he felt relieved. In his heart, there was no difference between his own house and his daughter's house.

He also sat down beside the bed: "You scared me. If I die one day, these will all belong to my children."

Zhang Jidi gave him a strange look: "Who told you they were children's? These are all Mianmian's!"

She added an emphasis to her daughter's name, obviously not intending to give it to other children. The house was directly inherited by Xiang Mianmian.

Xiang Hongqi was a little speechless after hearing this: "You...how can this be possible? Won't their brothers and sisters make a fuss?"

It wasn't just a trifle. Even the jewelry and gold items that Zhang Jidi had saved up, most of them were given to Xiang Mianmian, and his brothers and sisters had nothing to say.

This is an entire building. It would be too unfair if Xiang Mianmian was the only one to take care of it.

There are so many families in the county, and there are many cases where the elderly leave unreasonable wills for the distribution of inheritance, and there are many cases where brothers fight over the family property.

Zhang Jidi stood up and started rummaging through the boxes and drawers, deliberately guiding him with his mouth: "Have you forgotten how you got this house?"

"How did it come about? Didn't our son-in-law Chen Wei give our family two jobs to exchange for the Hu residence and demolish it?"

He opened the bottom shelf of the chest of drawers where he kept important documents and took out the cloth-wrapped note. Then Zhang Jidi sat back and handed it to him:

"Look carefully, do you really think Chen Wei cares more about you, his father-in-law, than his parents, and that he got three jobs and gave you two?"

The piece of paper was very small, as if it had been torn off at random, with a vague design drawn on it in pencil.

Xiang Hongqi took it and looked at it. He felt that this thing looked very familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he found that it mentioned methane. It turned out to be a lighter.

He looked at it over and over, scratching his head, not sure what his wife was thinking: "Why did you give me this thing?"

The two were discussing how to divide the family property so that their children would feel it was fair and would not argue or fight. Why did the daughter-in-law take out a lighter design drawing?

And why did he suddenly change the subject and talk about Chen Wei sending two jobs to his family?

Xiang Hongqi's face was full of confusion that was about to overflow.

Looking at the design, Zhang Jidi said quietly, "Can you imagine? This was drawn by Mianmian when she was eight years old."

Xiang Hongqi doesn't care much about trivial matters at home. He just accepted that Xiang Mianmian was specially recruited by the country, but his wife told him that Xiang Mianmian could draw design drawings at the age of eight?

He stared at the design drawing in his hand with wide eyes, then looked at his wife's expression, over and over again two or three times.

Unfortunately, there was no trace of joking on Zhang Jidi's face, he was still so sure.

Xiang Hongqi had never doubted his youngest daughter's talent. Since the country came to ask for her, it meant that her talent was already outstanding.

But can anyone explain to me why an eight-year-old can draw design drawings? This is too outrageous, right?

Of course, this design drawing is not a very formal one. It can only be regarded as a sketch, which can roughly show the concept of this design.

Xiang Hongqi was still doubting his life, but Zhang Jidi continued, "Meimei told me back then that only if Mianmian gave this to Chen Wei could he be promoted to a regular employee and become a supervisor."

At that time, the mother and daughter did not dare to say anything. They suspected all the children in the family, but did not suspect Xiang Mianmian.

She was too young, and her mother and daughter really didn't expect that it was sent by Xiang Mianmian personally, and she also drew it herself.

As time passed, Zhang Jidi saw that Xiang Mianmian's talent in maintenance and design was becoming more and more outstanding, and only then did he confirm the author of the design drawings.

Although he couldn't understand what was going on in this child's brain, Zhang Jidi still subconsciously protected his daughter and didn't dare to reveal her extraordinary abilities.

Being a little smarter than ordinary people is called a genius, and everyone likes it.

But if you are much smarter than others, you are not a genius, but a scary madman.

Xiang Hongqi's brain finally figured things out. He said in disbelief, "But Mianmian is still a child. How could she understand all this?"

He’s only eight years old!

What was he doing when he was eight? Catching loaches in the river and picking fruit from the trees, returning home covered in mud every day!

Zhang Jidi took back the crumpled blueprint from his hand and kept it safely. "My youngest daughter has been smart since she was little. Do you think she's the same as you, or is she just a block of wood?"

There was a lot of pride in his tone, with a feeling of pride that he was worthy of being my child, that he was smart.