The next day, Huo Yang had just gotten home from get off work and before he had time to rest, a shovel was stuffed into his hand.
Huo Yang looked blankly at the shovel in his hand, then looked at the four pairs of expectant eyes looking at him. What else could he say? He could only spit in the old man Huo's disappointed eyes and said, "Get to work."
Although it was very hard work, Du Jiang and Old Mrs. Huo did not intend to let him and Old Man Huo down, so they immediately cut out the remaining pork head meat and cooked a pot of rice. It was pure white rice, especially since Huo Yang had a big appetite, it really was a whole pot of rice.
However, Huo Yang was indeed worthy of this pot of rice. He dug non-stop from morning to night, and finally dug out a cellar that could accommodate two people at sunset. Du Siming, who came to have dinner, couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Huo Yang's execution ability.
"It's good to be young," Du Siming suggested, peeking into the cellar with the help of a kerosene lamp. "Get some oilcloth or bricks to keep out moisture and insects. Otherwise, it'll be troublesome if your vegetables or grain get eaten by insects."
"Okay, I'll listen to Third Uncle. I'll ask my colleagues when I get to work." Huo Yang didn't comment on Du Siming's suggestion. "But why did Third Uncle come here today? Didn't he say he was very busy recently?"
"I'm very busy. I've been wandering around the village recently and discovered that there's red soil underneath the riverbank, which is a great place to build a brick kiln." Du Siming stood up and put the kerosene lamp back on the coffee table. "I plan to build a brick kiln to tidy up the village and save me from all the trouble."
"It seems that Third Uncle has a plan," Huo Yang nodded approvingly. Old man Huo sat in the first seat and listened to the conversation between the two without saying a word, but occasionally shook the tea water in the cup.
"The report has been submitted. It can be considered as finding a way to make a living for the village." Du Siming leaned back, looked down at his fingers, and suddenly pinched them, making a sound. "From now on, the village will have a way to make a living, and no one will be persuaded by outsiders and always want to be the emperor and take charge of the situation."
Uh, Du Jiang was confused by what she heard. What was the emperor emeritus, and what was in charge of the overall situation? Unfortunately, no one present could explain it to her. Du Jiang could only sit beside Huo Yang in boredom, holding her chin and staring blankly.
"It seems that Uncle San has found someone." Huo Yang took a sip of tea and looked up at the opposite side.
"Well, one of them was a weakling, and he gave in in no time," Du Siming sneered. "I thought he was a tough guy, but he's just someone's lackey. Since he dared to attack me, I'll chop off his claws. Let's see who dares to continue working for him."
"Be careful, the other party has been operating here for decades, and their roots are connected here, and it is not easy to break them up."
"It's just profit first." Although Du Siming didn't agree, he still took Huo Yang's reminder to heart. "Pay attention to safety on the way to work recently. You and I are close, and the other party probably knows that Du Jiang and the others are fine as long as they don't go out in the village, but you have to be careful when you go out every day."
"I know," Huo Yang nodded. "Third Uncle's division is very interesting. Although it may not be noticeable in the short term, it will have an impact in the long term. I see that Dachuan and the others are getting closer and closer to Third Uncle."
"Of course. Although they're from the same village, the bullying and invisible social classes within the village do exist. They've experienced a lot and seen a lot. What they couldn't do before might not be the case now." Du Siming seemed to be thinking of something, with a playful look on his face. "When Wuchuan was young, he had a good relationship with Du Yingying, but I don't know why they broke up. Later, Aunt Cui even spread rumors in the village to ostracize Wuchuan. Huo Yang, why do you think that is?"
Aunt Cui, Du Yingying, Wuchuan, Du Jiang was finally not confused, and she was also curious about Du Siming's words, "Uncle San, is there something wrong?"
"It's just an old story that's been buried for more than ten years," Du Siming said with a hint of sarcasm. "They say a silent dog's mouth is scary, and the same is true for honest people."
"How confident are you?" Old Man Huo guessed Du Siming's intention and couldn't help but feel a little worried. "Once you make a move, you must kill the other party, otherwise you will be the one to suffer the consequences."
"I understand the principle that a single move can affect the entire body. Don't worry, old man. Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing." Knowing what Old Man Huo was worried about, Du Siming assured him.
"It's better not to involve Wuchuan's reputation. After all, it's not easy for women to survive." Huo Yang reached out and held Du Jiang's hand. His expression was a little gloomy, perhaps because he thought of something.
Even though he was confused, the matter was revealed by the expressions of a man and a woman. No matter how dumb Du Jiang was, he reacted at this moment. He felt it was ridiculous at the moment, but the expressions of the other three people present did not seem fake. Du Jiang had to hold back the words in his heart.
"It's time for dinner," it was finally Mrs. Huo's shout that broke the silence in the room.
Millet porridge, potato pancakes, stewed soft rabbit meat and potatoes. Watching Old Lady Huo's ever-changing delicacies, even though Du Jiang was feeling depressed, he hid it behind the delicious food.
Although Du Siming could not answer her question, fortunately Du Jiang's dear husband Huo Yang was able to help her. So when they got into bed at night, Du Jiang was not in a hurry to fall asleep. Instead, she asked about the content of their conversation at night.
Even though Du Jiang didn't want to think wrongly, combined with Du Siming's words, he couldn't help but think wrongly, "Huo Yang, does this matter have anything to do with Wuchuan? Or am I wrong?"
Huo Yang didn't say anything, but just took Du Jiang's hand and gently stroked her back. After Du Jiang asked several times, he slowly spoke, "Rather than saying it's related to Wuchuan, it's better to say it has something to do with Wuchuan's mother. When their father passed away, their mother was still alive, but she was not in good health and could only take care of the housework at home."
"And then," Du Jiang raised his chin slightly and looked at Huo Yang, his eyes full of curiosity.
"The old village chief went there a few times, but she died not long after." Huo Yang didn't know the details very clearly, but Du Jiang instantly understood the connection between a man and a widow, but still couldn't believe it. "That can't be. The old village chief looked very upright and serious. He wouldn't do such a thing. Maybe he was just trying to help his neighbors."
"There are so many orphans in the village, look which one he helped?"
Huo Yang's words instantly made Du Jiang retract his thoughts, "But what does this have to do with Wuchuan? It can't be that Wuchuan is the old village chief's child."
"Don't worry, Wuchuan is absolutely impossible." Huo Yang could still guarantee this. "Just looking at the appearance of Wuchuan and Dachuan, there is no problem. I guess Wuchuan must be a witness or there was something else going on at the time."
Du Jiang was very skeptical about this. After all, Huo Yang always did things that he was sure of. But perhaps because he was afraid of dirtying her ears, Huo Yang refused to open his mouth no matter how Du Jiang asked. Even if he whimpered and acted coquettishly, he could not understand her strong heart.
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