Chapter 82 I Want to Sleep with You

Not to mention the renovation of the ancestral hall in the village, the repair of roads and bridges, etc., he even asked his family to pay more money because his family made money.

Zhu Yongwu was annoyed by these things, but over time, he got used to them and felt that there was nothing wrong with them. He even felt that all villages in the world were like this.

The rich are hated.

But now Jiangjia Village seems to be completely different. The headman is so friendly that he hopes you can make more money and help the whole village to succeed, instead of just thinking about taking money out of your pocket.

Zhu Yongwu felt that it was the right decision to settle down in Jiangjia Village! Jiang Zhengxin was so warm and kind, Zhu Yongwu thanked him repeatedly, "It is thanks to the blessing of all the villagers that I can settle down in our Jiangjia Village. When the porcelain kiln is built, if everything goes well, I will definitely..."

Zhu Yongwu was choked up and couldn't say the rest of the words.

Jiang Zhengxin understood what he meant, so he just reached out and patted his shoulder, "I understand what you mean. It's enough if you have this intention, and you don't have to keep talking about it. This person has become rich, and it is a favor to help his fellow villagers. But if he doesn't, it is also his duty, and it is not a mistake."

"But if you keep saying it, over time, others will think it's natural, which is not good for you or others. Generally speaking, it's good that you have this intention."

Jiang Zhengxin has been a man with decades of experience and has been managing Jiangjia Village for nearly twenty years. Whether it is things happening within the village or things he has heard about in other villages, he knows about and has encountered similar things.

In everything, you must do more and talk less.

Especially since this is something that will only happen in the future, we should be more careful when speaking about it.

"I understand, I understand." Zhu Yongwu knew that Jiang Zhengxin was doing this for his own good, so he nodded in response.

The three of them talked about building a porcelain kiln for a while, and then dispersed in the evening.

The next day, everyone was busy.

Jiang Zhengxin helped to deal with some of the paperwork required to build the porcelain kiln, Jiang Youcheng was preparing to purchase materials and labor for building the porcelain kiln, and Zhu Yongwu was drawing a blueprint of the porcelain kiln and began to gesture on the ground to show how big the kiln would be and what auxiliary houses would be needed.

Afterwards, under the mobilization of Jiang Zhengxin and Jiang Youcheng, everyone in Jiangjia Village got busy.

Busy helping Zhu Yongwu build a house and busy building a porcelain kiln.

The house was built according to the village rules. Since they were villagers, they were only provided with lunch and tea, and no payment was required, which was voluntary help.

But the porcelain kiln is a personal business, not an obligation, so it is naturally not good to just provide lunch and let others do the hard work. After Zhu Yongwu discussed with Jiang Youcheng, he decided to set it according to the standards when Jiang Youcheng's family built the workshop before.

There is no meal provided, but wages are paid on a daily basis, thirteen cents a day.

Thirteen cents is a much better price than a lunch, and for farmers, it means they will have a full meal no matter how much they eat, and it is real money, which is more attractive.

When Zhu Yongwu heard Jiang Youcheng set the price of thirteen cents, he originally felt that something was wrong.

After all, there are differences in income. Will everyone be scrambling to build porcelain kilns and no one will be willing to build houses?

Will there be any more disputes because of this matter? But soon, Zhu Yongwu's uneasy heart was put at ease.

The laborers in Jiangjia Village who were able to work were consciously divided into two groups, one to build houses and the other to repair porcelain kilns.

Zhu Yongwu also soon discovered that all those who went to repair the porcelain kilns were from poor families with many elderly and weak children or sick people at home, and their lives were not well-off.

Judging from the situation, those who are still able to make a decent living are voluntarily giving up their profitable jobs so that those who are having a hard time can make money and get through the difficult times.

The people in Jiangjia Village are really united and help each other.

Zhu Yongwu felt warm in his heart.

After dinner in the evening, he was still talking to Zhu Guangtai, "I think Jiangjia Village is pretty good too."

"Is that so?" Zhu Guangtai raised his eyebrows with a smile, "I said this place is pretty good."

"Yes, you are right." Zhu Yongwu reached out and rubbed the little guy's head.

During the nearly two months that he had lived in the Jiang family, Zhu Guangtai had eaten well, slept soundly, and had been running and playing all day long. It was spring, and the little guy was growing rapidly, and he had obviously grown much taller than last winter.

"What have you been busy with these days?" Zhu Yongwu asked.

Zhu Yongwu was busy building houses and repairing porcelain kilns these days, and he had less and less time to care about Zhu Guangtai.

"Follow my uncle." Zhu Guangtai raised his chin.

"Just follow your uncle?"

"Yes." Zhu Guangtai nodded vigorously.

He didn't lie. He did nothing these days but followed Song Jingyun.

Watch Song Jingyun make clay dolls, watch Song Jingyun weave baskets, listen to Song Jingyun talk about fishing and catching shrimps at the river, listen to Song Jingyun talk about hunting rabbits...

The more he watched, the more stars appeared in Zhu Guangtai's eyes, and the more he felt that what Jiang Chunyu said was right.

My uncle is really awesome!

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However, if you say that my uncle is a god, it would be a bit too exaggerated. After all, gods live in heaven, and those who live on earth are called humans.

Therefore, Zhu Guangtai felt that Song Jingyun should be called a genius.

"My uncle is so awesome. I really want to follow him every day..." Zhu Guangtai became more and more excited as he spoke. When he was carrying the foot washing water out to pour it, he happened to meet Song Jingyun who also wanted to come out to pour the foot washing water.

"Uncle, uncle." Zhu Guangtai ran over excitedly.

"You haven't slept yet." Song Jingyun poured some water and patted Zhu Guangtai's little head.

Zhu Guangtai was lively and praised him all day long, more often than his wife.

Song Jingyun felt that she liked him very much.

"Get ready for bed." Zhu Guangtai blinked his eyes, and when he looked at Song Jingyun, he felt that his whole body was glowing, making it impossible to take his eyes off him.

"Hey, uncle." Zhu Guangtai stammered, speaking with some difficulty, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

I really want to be with my uncle every day! What? Song Jingyun, who was holding the wooden basin, jumped to the side.

After calming down, he asked tentatively, "What did you say?"

"Can I...sleep with my uncle at night?" Zhu Guangtai also answered tentatively.

After hearing Zhu Guangtai's words, Song Jingyun immediately shook his head like a rattle, "No way."

He still wants to sleep with his wife.

The bed he and his wife sleep on is so big and soft, and his wife has a sweet smell that makes him sleep so peacefully at night.

He has been sleeping with his wife since he got here. If someone suddenly changes their partner, he won't be able to sleep.

Zhu Guangtai was very disappointed when he received such an answer.

"Be good, go back to your father." Song Jingyun patted Zhu Guangtai's little head again.

Ahem, the mind of a child is that whoever they like, they want to sleep with at night~ I remember when my husband was still my boyfriend, he came to my house for the first time, my nephew (my eldest sister's child) liked him very much, and he insisted that he must sleep with my husband at night, and he would cry if he was not allowed to go. Finally, my father scared him, saying that my husband wore glasses and was a very fierce teacher... The nephew compromised with grievance...-_-|| 　　 　 (End of this chapter)