"If it's not warm enough, I'll take the thick blanket and put two more layers of cotton. If it's cold at night, you can also light the stove to keep warm."

This room is the largest and best room in their house.

When Lin Jianxue heard this, she quickly waved her hands and said, "Aunt Dong, there's really no need to bother you with moving rooms. Any place to stay will do for me. The room you and Uncle Fu own is so big, it would be embarrassing for me to live alone."

Dong Yulan refused to listen and immediately frowned, "How can this be? You're a guest and have helped our family so much, how can we let you stay in a small room?"

As he spoke, he patted the back of Lin Jianxue's hand.

"Are you planning on moving in today? If so, I'll tell Zhawei to skip work this afternoon so he can help you move your things back."

As soon as the words were spoken, the yard fell silent for a moment.

I thought she would make some excuses, but I didn't expect Aunt Dong to be so easy to talk to.

A warm current surged from the bottom of my heart——

Lin Jianxue nodded and smiled: "Then let's do it today! Actually, I don't have much stuff, just two suitcases and a few changes of clothes. I can bring it myself, no need to trouble Fu Zhewei."

Dong Yulan waved her hands cheerfully: "Oh, what's the trouble with this? It's just a good opportunity for him to stretch his muscles!"

She looked at the pretty girl standing in front of her, her eyes narrowed slightly:

"Who knows? He might be eager to run errands for you right now and carry all your bedding back!"

Fu Qingqing suddenly threw herself onto Lin Jianxue's arms, swinging happily. "Sister Xiaoxue is so nice! From now on, we can eat together, sleep together, and go to work together. No one will dare to bully you anymore!"

Lin Jianxue couldn't help but reached out and pinched the tip of Fu Qingqing's nose, and was amused by the girl's soft "Aiya".

She looked around, carefully taking in the empty house.

Finally, he could move into the Fu family's house with good reason. He had found an opportunity to repair this ramshackle mud and thatched house. When the time came to hire a craftsman or buy bricks and tiles, he would have a good reason to ask for help without worrying about other people's gossip...

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Dong Yulan was quick and efficient in her work. She took action as soon as she spoke. In a short while, she had packed up her bedding and pillows and carried them all to Fu Qingqing's small room next door. She also specifically told her daughter not to kick the quilt at night and to take better care of her sister.

When he turned around, he patted the door frame again and said to Lin Jianxue:

"After lunch, have Zhawei accompany you back to the educated youth dormitory and bring back all your things. Let him do the heavy lifting, and don't try to be too stubborn."

After saying that, he remembered that the food in the pot was still stewing, and he quickly went back to the kitchen.

Fu Qingqing pulled Lin Jianxue out of the house and sat down at a small wooden table in the middle of the courtyard. The little girl swung her feet and looked very excited:

"Sister Xiaoxue, what do you like to eat? My mom cooks delicious food! When the wheat is harvested, we can make dumplings. I will definitely save the best fillings for you then..."

Lin Jianxue smiled with his head down, but did not respond. He just listened to her chatter quietly, watching the sky gradually brighten and the willow trees sprout. New life seemed to be quietly sprouting between his fingers.

Just as we were chatting happily, the gate creaked open and someone carrying a hoe stepped into the yard.

Suddenly, there was a dull sound outside the gate, and someone stepped into the yard, crushing the mud.

Fu Zhewei is back.

He had a hoe on his shoulder, and his trouser legs and cuffs were stained with mud. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, messed up by the wind. He swept the yard first, but didn't see Lin Jianxue, so he shouted to the kitchen:

"Mom—get me some water to wash my face and feet!"

He placed the hoe on the threshold and began to unbutton his coat. He took off his dirty old army green jacket and threw it on the back of a chair. Then he exposed half of his shoulders and shook the sore arm vigorously.

I subconsciously touched the mud stain on my cheek, but before I could wipe it off, I felt someone handing me something.

A slender, white hand stretched out before my eyes. The towel was soft and fluffy, with a faint smell of soap.

Fu Zhewei was stunned for a second, then subconsciously took the gift and said, "Oh, thank you."

Just as I raised my hand to wipe my face, before it even touched my skin, I heard a soft and familiar voice behind me:

"Thank you for your hard work."