Your mother and I are here washing vegetables and helping out, and you're leaving your mother-in-law standing aside. People who know the situation will think you're being filial and letting her enjoy herself, but people who don't know the situation will think you and your mother-in-law aren't close.
You're building such a big house, and you know there are dozens of people to feed. How can one person manage it all? Quickly make room for your mother-in-law!
Since my son-in-law isn't suited for the kitchen, I think kneading dough would be a better fit for my mother-in-law.
Mother Fan was very pleased when she heard the previous part, and glanced at Shui Qing with a sidelong glance and chuckled.
Hearing this, he realized something was wrong; they were trying to make her do chores!
She looked at the dough in her youngest son's large wooden basin, which took up half of the basin. Even her youngest son, a strong man, had difficulty kneading it, let alone her.
No, she only orders Sun Jinhua around at home now; she can't possibly do any work for Hu Shuiqing.
Neither of her two daughters-in-law should be allowed to do any work. She is the mother-in-law and an elder, so her daughters-in-law should serve and respect her!
"My mother-in-law has no idea how badly my back hurts when I was younger; I overworked myself and it's very painful."
"Those hands too, back when I had so many sons and grandsons, I often had to carry them, but now that I'm older, I don't have the strength for it anymore."
Fan Jin's fair face flushed red.
When my mother-in-law heard that they were building a house early in the morning, she brought her brother-in-law over without saying a word, afraid that if they walked too slowly, they would delay things.
She didn't even have time to catch her breath before squatting down to help Shuiqing pick and wash vegetables. She repeatedly stopped him from kneading dough and treated him with the utmost kindness.
On the other hand, his own mother would come and start criticizing other people's daughters for this and that, feeling that her son had suffered and worked hard, but she could only express her sympathy for him verbally. She would never take him to do any work.
He spoke up, indicating, "Mother, since you're not doing any work, don't be picky."
He never expected his mother to be able to do any work; he just hoped she wouldn't always cause trouble for others.
Mother Fan wanted to argue, but fearing that Mother Hu would really make her do chores, she awkwardly changed her tune: "I had no choice, did I?"
If Mother were in good health, wouldn't she help you? You're the apple of her eye; she cherishes you dearly.
Fan Jin looked at his elder brother Da Zhu and the others who had followed behind him, listened silently, and didn't say a word.
He knew his mother; she had come to seek benefits for her elder brother, Dazhu, and the others.
Seeing that her youngest son remained silent, Fan's mother couldn't wait any longer and said directly, "Son, as the old saying goes, 'Father and son go to war together, and brothers fight tigers together.'"
Mother heard that you hired most of the men in the village to build your house. With so many people, how can you, a scholar, manage to manage them all?
Your elder brother is steady and reliable, and your nephew is clever. What do you think? You should have your elder brother help oversee the bricklaying, and Dazhu and Erzhu should manage the carpentry. That way, they can prevent each other from slacking off, and the work will be both fast and good, right?
Fan Jin had always known how fiercely his mother protected his elder brother's family, but he was still shocked at this moment.
There are only three carpenters in total. Do they need four people to manage them?
Besides, my elder brother has always been lazy, incompetent, and immoral. He doesn't know anything about building walls and houses, so how can he be the supervisor of the bricklayers?
Mother Fan continued, "I've inquired. You're paying the men who build the house twenty-three coins a day and the men who transport bricks thirty coins a day. Your eldest brother is in charge of the men, so I'm thinking you should pay at least forty-five coins, no, fifty coins."
"Dazhu, Erzhu, and the others are young, but they are still your nephews. They will be the ones to carry on the Fan family line. They deserve at least thirty-five coins, right?"
Fan Qian, Fan Dazhu, and their two pillars, along with the other two pillars, dusted off their clothes and walked forward with an air of nonchalance.
Fan Jin's gaze darkened slightly, his expression turning cold.
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