Zhou Yuan patted Liu Yiming on the shoulder and said with certainty.
Back then in the countryside, having a few beautiful and spacious tiled houses was a basic requirement for getting married.
The house is built spacious and bright, and the walls are painted with lime, making it snow-white, so that you can marry a beautiful wife.
It is the dream of every rural youth to build a tiled house and paint it with lime.
Liu Yiming is of course no exception.
Now Zhou Yuan told him that his dream would come true as long as the project was completed. He was so excited that he almost shed tears.
He immediately patted his chest and said, "Boss, thank you for the promotion. From now on, no matter what time it is, even if it means going through fire and water, I, Liu Yiming, will follow you. Just tell me what you need. I dare not say how capable I am, but I can say that I am absolutely the leader."
"I believe in you, brother. There's a saying that goes, 'A journey of a thousand miles tests a horse's strength, and time reveals a person's true character.' Let's join hands and do a good job."
Zhou Yuan and Liu Yiming walked back while chatting and wiping their sweat.
I didn't expect that after working for so long, I couldn't even take a shower.
The several good spots in the stream have been occupied by women. They are really powerful.
Zhou Yuan, who was unable to bear the heat, decided to go to the county town to buy an electric fan after harvesting the grain. He didn't dare to hope for air conditioning back then, but being able to use an electric fan was an incredible happiness!
Zhou Yuan returned home and was about to hide under the tree in the yard to enjoy the cool air, but his parents picked up their sickles and said, "Let's go to work."
"Dad, it's too early, not even two o'clock yet, and it's so hot. It's too early."
"What do you mean early? Didn't you hear? The people outside have already started threshing with their threshing machines."
Dad Zhou Yimin waved the sickle in his hand and rolled his eyes, then went out with Liu Caijuan carrying the basket.
Looking at the scorching sun in the sky, which looked like it was going to burn him to a crisp, Zhou Yuan cried out in his heart: "It's over, farmers are really suffering!"
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