Jiang Shixun and Jiang Fuguo chatted for a long time before coming out.
Then the two of them started to clean up the house.
On the other side, the Qian family.
Old Master Qian sat on a chair, but his eyes were looking in the direction of the Jiang family's old house.
Grandma Qian couldn't help but ask him, "What are you looking at?"
Mr. Qian sighed: "I heard that those people have moved away. They have moved back."
"Isn't this a good thing?" Grandma Qian was puzzled, then sighed, "But they really have a way. They actually got the people inside moved out so quickly, and I didn't hear any bad things happened."
Mr. Qian nodded: "Jiang Fuguo and Jiang Shixun are both capable."
Having said that, I couldn't help but sigh.
Unfortunately, his descendants did not survive.
He had originally thought that if those people refused to help, he would give them a helping hand. However, he did not expect that the matter would be resolved smoothly without his help.
This is so surprising.
Grandma Qian was puzzled: "Why are you sighing again? Really, you sigh all day long, what's wrong with you?"
"You don't understand." Mr. Qian frowned and quickly asked, "Does your foot still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt as much as before," said Grandma Qian, and she couldn't help but sigh. "Oh, I'm getting old, and I'm really becoming less and less useful. I can twist my ankle just by walking, and it's taking so long to heal. I'm really not as good as I was when I was young."
She didn't notice that Mr. Qian's expression became increasingly grim as he listened to her words.
Yes, she is old, and he is old too.
In the past, on the battlefield, I could continue fighting even after being shot, but now I can’t do that anymore.
He could sense that his body was becoming less and less useful. His children and grandchildren weren't very promising, so what would they do when he was gone?
Old Master Qian thought about this and soon fell into deep thought.
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Jiang Shixun and others worked all day, wiping the blackened areas. Although there was some effect, it was still very obvious.
Unless you replace everything or repaint it.
Jiang Shixun mentioned this to Jiang Fuguo, who shook his head: "Try to clean it up as much as possible. Don't rush to repair it now. Wait a few years."
They just got the house back and they rushed to spend money on repairs. What would others think if they knew about this?
Would you say that this is capitalist behavior?
Jiang Fuguo shook his head. "As long as it's livable, that's all. I was wrong before. Aren't houses meant to be lived in? Why bother with so much? It looked nice before, but it was too nice. It was just for show, not for use."
Jiang Shixun knew that he was saying one thing and thinking another, but he didn't dare to persuade him any further.
It is indeed not suitable to make big moves now. The lower the profile, the safer it is.
He stopped trying to persuade them and just tried his best to wipe off the dirt to make Jiang Fuguo and Shen Wanqing feel more comfortable.
Tang Yulan was pregnant and couldn't climb up and down to help out, so she was responsible for cooking.
Seeing that another day was about to pass, Tang Yulan also prepared dinner.
The family sat in the yard and happily finished their dinner, and then continued to work.
They work until dark before they can wash up and rest.
On the other side, at the Qian family, Old Man Qian suddenly looked for Qian Lu to talk after dinner.
He asked Qian Lu, "How did your conversation with Jiang Yi go?"
Qian Lu turned away guiltily, not daring to look him in the eye: "That's it, she has a bad temper."
Mr. Qian asked again, "So what are you thinking? I remember you used to like playing with Jiang Shiyi."
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