"Mom, aunt, look, Panpan has a little car too. Big brother, hurry up and carry Panpan up."

The little girl couldn't hold back any longer, and now that she saw the adults finished speaking, she couldn't help but perform.

"Mother, aunt, look at how powerful Panpan is!"

"Dad, Panpan can ride now. He doesn't need big brother to help him anymore."

The little girl was turning around in circles in the yard.

"Amazing! Our Panpan is the best."

"Pan Pan already has a car, but my aunt is already an old woman and still doesn't have a car!"

"Panpan, from now on, when grandma wants to go to the market in town, she can take my granddaughter's car."

The whole family watched the little girl's performance, while a group of people outside were busy working. The whole Zhang family seemed to be living in peace and tranquility.

At this time, four large trucks drove into Zhangzhuang, three of them were carrying blue bricks and one was carrying cement.

A group of children ran in front of the truck, leading the way. Behind the truck followed a few old men and women, who had followed from the village entrance to watch the excitement.

"Second Master, Second Madam, the truck delivering bricks is here."

The one who was shouting was Zhang Xiangpeng's youngest son. The little guy had a loud voice and a proud look.

It was as if he wanted to let the driver know that the big shot who wanted bricks and cement was related to him.

Comrade, this is Comrade Zhang Xiangnan's home, right?"

A follower got off the first car with a very respectful attitude.

If he was transporting bricks, tiles and cement in the city, he would not have this attitude because that is a very common thing.

But it was just a small mountain village that needed such a large quantity all of a sudden, and the factory director specifically said that there would be unlimited supply to Zhang Xiangnan, so he couldn't help but think about it.

When he arrived at Zhang's house and saw the military jeep parked at the door, Liu Wenshan suddenly realized that it was the head of the army. No wonder the factory director was so easy to talk to.

"Yes, I'm Zhang Xiangnan. Thank you for your hard work. Please wait a moment. I'll go and ask where is the best place to unload the goods."

Soon, Zhang Xiangqian followed and directed the truck to move in and unload the bricks and cement next to the excavated foundation.

"My eldest sister and her husband are here?"

Only then did Zhang Xiangqian see Zhang Yue'e and her husband.

"Well, Xiangnan came to my house today. He said they were building a house, so we came to see if he needed any help."

Zhang Yue'e is not enthusiastic, but she is not cold either. It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm. Zhang Yue'e does not blame the first branch of the family.

Although our relationship has become distant in recent years, my uncle's family has never bullied my mother's family.

"Sister and brother-in-law, I have to go and get busy first. We can talk after work."

Zhang Xiangqian greeted them and hurriedly directed everyone to unload the truck.

After the bricks and cement were unloaded, Zhang Xiangqian found Zhang Xiangnan again.

“Xiangnan, there aren’t many people in our village who have worked as bricklayers. Even if the foundations are all dug, there won’t be enough workers to build the walls.

Here's what I'm thinking: let Xiang Peng lead the team to continue digging the foundation, and I'll lead the skilled bricklayers to start building the wall in the back. What do you think?"

It is true that Zhang Xiangqian worked as a bricklayer, but other families usually built one house at a time. It was rare to build the main house and the side house at the same time, let alone build three courtyards at a time. Zhang Xiangqian had never encountered this in his life.

"You are a professional, you have the final say. Apart from the lack of building materials, you don't need to discuss other matters with me."

Zhang Xiangnan is a soldier who fights in wars. It is a taboo for an amateur to guide experts, and it may even lead to death.

"Okay, I understand."

With the support of the host, Zhang Xiangqian felt more confident and directly divided the helpers into two teams.

A team led by his younger brother continued to dig the foundation, and he led a few skilled bricklayers to start building the wall.

Cao Deyou, the father of militia captain Cao Ming, brought a dozen people with him and had already cut down several large trees on the outskirts of the mountain. They just had to wait for them to dry and then be transported down the mountain.

At noon, everyone had a full stomach and worked vigorously. Everything went on in an orderly manner.

"Everyone, stop for a moment and stop here for today! Building a house takes more than three or five days. If you use up all your energy today, you'll be exhausted tomorrow."

They worked until dusk, and only stopped at Zhang Shuguang's urging.

"That's not possible. As long as we have food to eat, we have endless energy."

"Strength is something you can't save. If you don't use it today, you won't have it tomorrow."

"Xiao Guang, we only get one pound of food a day, and you still provide us with lunch. If we don't do more, we will be sorry for such a kind host."

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A group of men and women, their clothes were wet and dry, dry and wet again. They really worked hard today.

"Okay, let's divide the food now. Uncle Xiangyang, Uncle Xiangqian, come on, I don't know how to weigh."

Zhang Shuguang stepped aside and came to Tian Sulan and her daughter.

"Auntie, Sister Ying, didn't you just have to make lunch? Why are you working?"

"After washing the pots, there's nothing to do. We're just sitting around doing nothing, so let's do what we can."

Because they sweated too much in the afternoon, Tian Sulan and her daughter's faces were red and their hair was stuck to their faces.

"Auntie, there are so many of us here, you don't need to work. You can't do this tomorrow. Look at my sister Ying, she has blisters on her hands."

Tian Sulan often did farm work and it was fine, but Zhang Qiuying went to school all the time when she was a child and became a scorer after graduation. She simply couldn't stand such intensity of labor.

"It's okay. We have gloves at home. Let your sister Ying wear them tomorrow."

Tian Sulan also felt sorry for her daughter, but apart from doing more work, she didn't know how else she could repay Zhang Shuguang's family.

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