The Jin Dynasty strictly controlled ironware, and the number of farming tools available to ordinary people was limited. They were also difficult to buy outside. At this time, most of the large knives that people used to cut tree branches on the mountain were picked up from the Hu people.

Song Tantan also took a big knife and pretended to chop down a low, dead tree. After chopping for a short while, she rubbed her arm and frowned her delicate eyebrows.

"Auntie, we've built such a sturdy roof, and we're leaving in just a few days. It feels like we've wasted our time." After all, who knows if we'll ever be able to come back after we leave.

"Don't think like that. We're just staying here because we have a place to stay. A heavy rain blew the roof off. We're repairing the roof so that if the original villagers come back, they can move in directly. If we don't repair it, these mud-brick houses will easily collapse when it rains again. Then all the houses in the village will probably collapse, and it will really become an abandoned village."

Besides, they'll be staying for a while, not leaving immediately. It might rain again during this time, so it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Auntie, you're right. I was wrong. Let's fix the roof more securely so that whoever comes to this village will have a place to stay." Song Tantan chuckled, thinking that maybe one day she really would come back.

Zhong Qingyi, the only adult man in the village, was still recovering from his injuries. When he offered to climb up and help repair the roof for everyone, Song Zhuiyan said she would do it.

“You are physically weak right now and are easily overworked. If you suddenly lose your strength and fall off the roof, causing further injuries, the consequences could be very serious. So don’t push yourself.”

Zhong Qingyi opened her mouth to refute, but Song Zhuiyan didn't give her a chance to speak. She took a ladder, placed it on the eaves, and climbed up to the roof in a few quick movements. She even had five-and-a-half-year-old Song Tantan hand her tree branches and grass.

“I can do this. Have Ah Xun and Tan Tan pass it down from below, and I’ll climb the ladder and pass it to you.” Zhong Qingyi was sweating profusely. Although he had been seriously injured before, he was almost fully recovered now and was not as weak as Miss Song had described.

Seeing that he was already standing on the ladder, Song Zhuiyan didn't say anything more and let him go.

The roof was repaired in half a day, mainly because Song Zhuiyan directed it well. That's just how she is; she's extremely dedicated and hardworking when she gets to work. If something can be finished in half a day, she absolutely cannot let it drag on into the afternoon; she has to finish it as soon as possible.

So Zhong Qingyi didn't rest once during the journey, and didn't even drink water, because Song Zhuiyan didn't mention wanting water, and he, a grown man, was too embarrassed to ask for a rest.

Song Tantan and Ye Moxun were much more casual. When they were thirsty, they took turns going into the kitchen to drink water. When the sun was very strong, they found straw hats to wear. They also asked the two adults if they wanted water or straw hats to shield them from the sun. Song Zhuiyan asked for one, but Zhong Qingyi thought that a grown man could withstand the sun, so she didn't ask for one.

After he came down the ladder, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Song Zhuiyan, who came down after him, caught him and asked worriedly, "Brother Zhong, how are you?"

Zhong Qingyi slowly opened his eyes. The person in front of him was blurry. He said weakly, "It's okay, I'll just go back to my room and lie down for a bit."

He struggled to stand up straight and walk, but it was all in vain.

“Ah Xun…” Zhong Qingyi had no choice but to ask his nephew for help. He was devastated. He was lying half-reclined in Miss Song’s arms. Given his height and weight, Miss Song must be under a lot of pressure. She must have to do her best to hold him.

If Song Zhuiyan knew his thoughts, she would definitely scoff disdainfully. Not to mention that Zhong Qingyi is now less than 130 pounds, even if he weighed 200 pounds, she could still catch him and hold him for more than ten minutes.

Such great strength is not something she was born with; it is something Song Zhuiyan developed through years of training. She inherited more than 30 pigs from her parents when she was 20 years old, and later expanded to more than 100 pigs.

Raising so many pigs requires physical strength. Every day, she has to carry pig feed, one bag of which weighs 100 pounds. After years of training, she can easily carry it.

When selling pigs, each pig costs at least a hundred yuan, and some large ones cost over two hundred yuan. She also helps load the pigs onto the truck, and the burly men who buy the pigs always give her a thumbs up to show their admiration.

Song Zhuiyan simply chuckled and brushed it off. If she wasn't strong and fierce, how could she protect the pig farm and scare away those men with ill intentions?

Before Ye Moxun could even speak, Song Zhuiyan picked Zhong Qingyi up in her arms and quickly carried her into the room, placing her on the bed.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said rather absentmindedly, "Your uncle is really heavy. I almost couldn't lift him. It was too much for me."

Ye Moxun's lips twitched. How come he didn't notice that Sister Song looked a little strained? She had carried her uncle in with ease.

"Don't just stand there, everyone come and eat! I've already cooked!" Song Tan ran over from the kitchen to call out to everyone.

Okay, actually she just cooked a meal, and the dishes were taken from the deli section of the supermarket in the space. There was a roast duck and a cold dish.

Zhong Qingyi was eating a large bowl of chicken soup, which she had specially prepared yesterday and kept warm in the supermarket so she could drink it right away.

"Aren't you going to feed your uncle first?" Song Tantan looked at Ye Moxun with disapproval as he came out of the main room.

Ye Moxun's expression was calm. "He can eat by himself after resting for a while, so there's no need to worry." Seeing that Song Tantan was still looking at him, he said, "Why don't you go and feed him?"

“That’s your uncle, not mine.” Song Tantan climbed onto a high bench, sat down, and started eating, ignoring him.

"I know," Ye Moxun replied in his usual indifferent tone.

"Hmph, I won't give you any of the roast duck." Song Tantan was annoyed with him. She grabbed the roast duck with her two chubby little hands and tore it in two. She put one piece in Song Zhuiyan's bowl and ate the other piece herself.

"Tantan, don't eat too much meat, or you'll become a little fatso." Song Zhuiyan found it amusing, broke her portion in half, and gave the chicken leg part to Ye Moxun.

"Thank you, Sister Song." Ye Moxun quickly took a bite of the duck leg, so that Song Tantan wouldn't snatch it back, unless she wanted to eat his saliva.

"I'm not fat. I exercise every day and I'm perfectly healthy." Song Tantan pouted and glared at Ye Moxun, then looked longingly at her aunt.

"Alright, our Tantan is the prettiest. You're growing up now, so it's okay to eat more. You'll naturally lose weight as you grow older, and then you'll become even more beautiful." Song Zhuiyan looked at Song Tantan now, as if time had turned back to sixteen years ago.

Back then, Tantan was chubby and fair-skinned, with big, round, and watery eyes. She was incredibly lovable.

Like her older sister, who was a beauty from a young age and was once the village beauty and the school beauty, which is why she was later deceived by a rich man in terms of feelings and body.

"My aunt is so beautiful, everyone says I look like her." Song Tantan sweetly praised both herself and her aunt.