The men that Butcher Hu brought were all carefully selected; each one was a skilled worker.
Not to mention that Shui Qing, this woman, didn't need help, even Fan Jin was categorized as a 'weak scholar'.
According to them, "My nephew-in-law is a scholar; how can we trouble a scholar to do such rough work as building a house?"
"The son-in-law will be an official in the future, and his hands will be used to write with a pen, so he can't do rough work."
"You can rest assured about our work! We guarantee we'll build it quickly and well."
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Rural people have a natural admiration for scholars, and they genuinely believe that being literate is a very impressive thing.
Fan Jin blushed with embarrassment at the praise, feeling flustered. Especially when he heard the last sentence, he was afraid that his father-in-law's relatives and neighbors would think that he was supervising the work because he didn't trust them, so he quickly opened his mouth to explain.
"Alright, your uncles are just joking with you. Go ahead and take care of what you need to do. Just leave the house to us," Butcher Hu said irritably.
The son-in-law was timid and hesitant, not even as magnanimous as his daughter, which made him furious.
He doesn't look like someone who could be an official at all.
He took a deep breath and whispered to his daughter, "Take a few more eggs to exchange for some vegetables. We can't have just rice for dinner again tonight."
The daughter had told him in advance that she and her son-in-law would go to the village chief's house to express their gratitude, and that she would also treat them to dinner that evening so they could eat before going home.
That way, my mother can have an easier time at home.
His eyes welled up with tears as he listened. It's so good that his daughter has her own little family and can be in charge of her own life.
If it were Lao Fan's family, even if they felt sorry for their parents spending money and effort, they still wouldn't be able to afford to feed such a large group of people, let alone put in more eggs than mushrooms, and the rice would be plain rice!
However, on the other hand, if his daughter hadn't separated from him, he wouldn't have been able to provide such a subsidy.
Hmph, it's not like we haven't received subsidies before; they all ended up in other people's stomachs.
Thinking of the past, Butcher Hu became even angrier and disliked Fan Jin more and more. He said fiercely, "Go quickly and come back quickly!"
After the thatched hut was built, we still needed to move our belongings inside.
We need to pack up quickly while there are many people around, otherwise it will be my daughter who gets tired.
Fan Jin saw his father-in-law change his attitude with remarkable skill, and then his wife dragged him away.
The father-in-law's powerful roar remained: "Eggs! Don't forget to take the eggs!"
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Shanshui Village has many hills and wastelands, as well as rivers and ponds, so there is relatively little arable land in the area.
The Fan family had been wealthy in the past, owning a lot of land. However, by the time it came to Fan's father, the family was lazy and didn't know how to manage their finances, so they sold off a lot of the land, leaving only 27 mu.
Now, with the family dividing again, the eldest son's family plus his mother has eighteen mu of land, while the second son's family has nine mu.
Seven people with nine mu of land cannot compare to eight people with eight mu of land in the eldest family, but in Shanshui Village, they are among the top!
Several households in the village, with seventeen or eighteen people each, only have eleven or twelve mu of land.
"The worst off was Aunt Zhang's family. Uncle Zhang was a gambler who lost all the family's money and incurred a lot of debt. Later, the thugs from the gambling den came to collect the debt, and they had no choice but to sell three acres of fertile land to pay off the debt."
"I thought Uncle Zhang would turn over a new leaf after he only had six mu of fertile land left, but I never expected him to keep gambling behind Aunt Zhang's back. He gambled away six mu, then four, then two, and finally lost it all," Fan Jin sighed on his way to Aunt Zhang's house.
To say something I shouldn't, it's better that Uncle Zhang is dead.
Otherwise, the next step will be selling their children.
Uncle Zhang is dead. Although Aunt Zhang and her six children are having a hard time, it's still a little better than when Uncle Zhang was alive.
At least I won't have to live in fear anymore of thugs coming to my house to collect debts.
Earlier, when Aunt Zhang spoke up for Shuiqing, she was mocked by Sun Jinhua, and Shuiqing understood the gist of it.
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