A few days later, the second wife started building a house just as she had dreamed.

Because most of the places in the village were owned by others, they bought a large piece of vacant land near the foot of the mountain and brought in a lot of blue bricks and tiles.

If someone in the village wants to build a house, almost every family in the village will send someone to help.

And because there are always a lot of people coming, we don’t eat or drink at other people’s homes during the construction of the house. We will only have a meal after the construction is completed, but they will more or less send us some food as a share.

This time was no exception. Although it looked like it would take a lot of effort, many people still came to help.

Some people were a little unhappy about the heavy workload and complained a few words, but they did not stop working.

Fu Erbai, Dalang and Erlang were working silently, but Erlang had really suffered a concussion from Xiao Yang and he hasn't fully recovered yet. His face was a little pale and he worked very slowly.

Dalang silently grabbed his work and didn't let him do anything. Fu Dabai saw his two sons always leaning against each other, pursed his lips and said:

"Erlang, go and have a rest. If your mother asks, just say that I asked you to do it."

Ever since she raised Fubao, little Yang's temper became more and more aggressive. At home, she always puts her daughter and herself first in everything and does not tolerate her sons interrupting her. Even her husband Fu Erbai cannot say a word.

Jilang insisted on not leaving, and said despite the dizziness:

"My sister is urging us to move into the new house, and she has also promised to invite the county magistrate's second daughter to come and play. Mother is also very anxious. If I don't do it, then Wulang and Liulang will have to do it."

Besides, how much work can a nine-year-old or a seven-year-old child do?

Erlang, who was only twelve years old, firmly believed that his two younger brothers were still children.

He shouldn't be like him and his elder brother, facing endless work.

At this age, Wulang and Liulang should be like tigers and tigers. They will help adults with work but also have time to rest. When they have free time, they will run out and play crazy...

I shouldn't...always stay with my sister just to make my parents smile...

Recently, Erlang often feels that his mother and sister are not good, his father is not good, Wulang and Liulang are not good, and he and his eldest brother are not good either, as if they are all doing something wrong.

But he couldn't understand why. Every time he saw his sister, he felt particularly guilty about his thoughts and didn't know why he missed his family so much.

The more conflicted and upset he felt, the less he wanted to go back to his mother and sister.

Fu Erbai didn't force it, but just said:

“Take a rest when you are tired, and don’t stay too far away from me and your brother.

There's no rush, there are so many people, it will be done quickly."

"Yeah." Jilang responded in a low voice.

Dalang, who became increasingly silent, still stuck to his younger brother, snatching his work, and pushing him aside from time to time to let him rest.

After about half a month of hard work, the house was finally built. There were a total of seven blue brick and tile houses, a kitchen, a utility room, and someone was hired to dig a well in the yard.

They bought furniture and various sundry things, and all in all, everyone estimated that they had spent at least thirty or forty taels.

The villagers smacked their lips, expressing their inexpressible envy. On the day they moved in, the second family even generously treated the entire village to a dinner.

Young Yang was not willing to invite the old Fu family, and she made a scene and refused to allow Fu Erbai and his sons to go.

Dalang and Erlang couldn't help it, so they secretly took a few dishes and asked Wulang and Liulang to deliver them.

As soon as Wulang and Liulang went out, they heard Fubao calling them. They froze in place with the dishes in their hands. Erlang pushed them both and whispered:

"Hurry up and let's stop her!"

Wulang and Liulang ran away as fast as they could, fearing that they would be caught.

All I could think about was, run, run, run.

Would the messy mother dislike them if she found out? Why didn't she take the big elbow just now?

Will my sister ignore them if she finds out? She even forgot to scramble the eggs.

Will I get beaten when I get home? Why did my brother give me a plate of stir-fried cabbage?

Did the eldest and second brothers stop Fubao? Why didn't they take the braised pork?

He ran all the way to Lao Fu's courtyard, panting, and then looked at the vegetables in his hand.

Wu Lang looked at the plate in astonishment: "My dish..."

Liu Lang burst into tears: "It's all spilled!"

The wild dogs and cats in the village, as well as the free-range geese and chickens, were happily eating their sudden snack on the road.

Wu Lang was holding the plate in both hands and lowered his head. A fat hen that was so fat that it couldn't even flutter was being eaten in one bite, and a piece of fried cabbage fell to his feet.

"Wuwu~" Wulang sobbed in grievance, his heart sank.

As Yuan and the others walked out of the door, they saw Wulang and Liulang holding trays in their hands, one with his head raised and crying loudly, while the other with his head lowered and sobbing, looking like bears.

It's just, outrageous...

A Yuan hesitated and handed the steamed bread in his hand over, broke it into four pieces and put one piece on an empty plate.

Wulang and Liulang took a look and cried even more sadly.

A Yuan turned his head in confusion and looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled people in his family, and everyone looked at each other.

Old Yang: "How about coming in and having something to eat?"

Wulang and Liulang were crying so hard that they had no idea what was going on. By the time they came to their senses, they were already sitting in the big house, eating steamed bread with chicken soup.

The two of them absentmindedly came out of their state of eating, held the big bowl, and said with greasy mouths:

"What happened? What are we doing?"

A Yuan said quietly, "You stole my steamed bread."

Niu Wa said, "My chicken soup."

Rabbit, Apricot: "And chicken legs."

Tigerhead was already crying: "And all the stir-fry!"

Wu Lang, Liu Lang shrank his neck guiltily:

"If we say we are here to deliver food, will you believe us?"

Everyone at the table looked silently at the pots and pans on the table, which only had a few food residues left.

Wulang and Liulang burped guiltily.

Fu Dabai came in from outside with a few washed plates and handed them to the two of them:

“好家伙，这盘子好刷的，菜汤都被你们舔的溜干净，咋的你娘饿着你们了，还是揍你们了，还是盘子太多刷不完找人帮忙来了？

It’s not enough for me to take care of a house full of sick people every day, I also have to wash dishes for your family.”

Because Hu Tou Hu Nao was also beaten, Fu Dabai is now the only person in the family who is not sick or injured, and he has suddenly become the main force in the work.

As the second laziest person in the Fu family, Fu Dabai is now very lazy at work every day. Every time he moves, he curses Fubao and inserts some curse words to other people.

Apart from Xiao Yang and Fu Erbai, these two follower-like nephews were definitely the ones who were scolded the most times.

Now that the two nephews suddenly appeared with dishes to be washed, Fu Dabai's face became even uglier.

Wulang Liulang said with a guilty conscience:

“We are really here to deliver food.”

Fu Dabai: "Where's the food?"

Wulang and Liulang cried, "It's all spilled!"

Everyone: ...Perfect!

Especially looks like the child of Xiao Yang and Fu Erbai!

It's so stupid that even if they are not completely different, they are at least exactly the same!

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