A modern Feng Shui master and fortune teller, Lin Wanyue, is transported by a car accident to a dynasty not recorded in history, becoming a three-year-old baby abandoned in a mass grave.
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"..." Lin Weiming chose to remain silent.
Living alone in an old house, how miserable he must be.
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The Lin family has already chosen a location to build their house.
The news spread like wildfire throughout Ning'an Village that very afternoon.
In the evening, while the Lin family was still eating, many people came to the Lin family's house with their bowls and chopsticks.
"Aunt Liu, I heard your family is planning to build a house?" A woman glanced furtively at the meat on the Lin family's dining table, then quickly put it away and asked with a smile.
"Ah." Liu Junlan nodded and said, "The children in the family are growing up, and it's not good for them to live like this all the time. We'll have to find them wives eventually. It's better to build a house now, so it will be easier to find a wife for the eldest son later."
Lin Zhongyuan blushed instantly, hurriedly shoveled all the rice into his mouth, and left in a hurry.
"Oh dear, this child is shy." The woman laughed. "Building a house is a good thing, but also a big deal. I'm afraid your family can't manage it all by Weiming alone, can you?"
"Yes, I'm planning to hire a few more people to help us finish building the house as soon as possible," Liu Junlan said, revealing her plan.
The family already had some money. In these days, people are struggling to get enough to eat, so labor costs are naturally low, and it's not a big expense.
Upon hearing Liu Junlan's words, the woman's eyes lit up instantly.
"Auntie, I just wanted to discuss this with you!" the woman quickly said with a smile. "There's nothing much going on at home these days. Since you need someone here, I have to come and lend a hand. My husband is coming too."