The main problem was that he didn't understand everything she did, but he felt that she seemed to have a plan in mind and was proceeding step by step, making people feel like they were being led by the nose.
Zheng Quchi took a moment from his busy schedule to reply: "The mold for removing clay."
What is this thing?
Zheng Quchi was extremely busy that day, and although Brother Sang had difficulty walking and couldn't help her much, he refused to go back to rest and insisted on staying with her to see what she could do.
Sang Yaomei didn't understand anything; she just thought it was fun for her second brother to run back and forth.
She would sometimes help her get a small tool, and other times she would pick up scrap wood and insist on sawing it open like her, only to be sternly told by Brother Sang several times not to cause trouble.
That night, after a long day of intense work, Zheng Quchi collapsed on the bed, too exhausted to even move a finger.
Seeing how exhausted she was, Brother Sang looked at her with concern and said, "Tomorrow, I'll go to the village to see if anyone can help. You're pushing yourself too hard."
After a day of work, Zheng Quchi understood that building a house was a huge project, so she didn't refuse this time.
"Don't bother with craftsmen, they're too greedy. Just find some strong men to help me with simple tasks."
Brother Sang was amused by her.
I never knew she was so greedy; she was like a mythical creature that only took in money and never gave it out.
Seeing her lying on the bed, looking drowsy, Brother Sang asked Sister Sang to twist a handkerchief and bring it over to wipe her face and hands, so that she could fall asleep peacefully.
In his sleep, a giant hand suddenly emerged from the black mist and grabbed Zheng Quchi's neck.
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