Everyone laughed when they heard it.

"We have no objection. If the dilapidated house is in serious tatters, we will help repair it."

"Yes, the most important thing about the house we live in is the walls and the roof. My family cut a lot of thatch and originally planned to use it as firewood for cooking. If Qingxue needs it, she can use it to make the roof."

Feng Shuanzhu said quickly, "No need, I'll give them the three huts at the westernmost end. The owners of those three huts died less than half a month ago, and the walls and roofs are in good condition, so there's no need to repair them."

Uncle Feng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Isn't it a bit far?"

"What's so far about it? Our production team is less than a mile from east to west. If anything happens, we can just shout and everyone will know." Feng Shuanzhuo waved his hand, "Only that house is a little bit stronger. The other houses have no roofs."

Thatch can also be used to make fire, and those who are quick can get rid of it early.

After hearing this, Uncle Feng stopped talking.

Since no one else had any objections, Feng Shuanzhu took Feng Qingxue and her sister and walked west.

It is indeed as he said, the road is not far.

After a while, they stopped in front of a three-room thatched house with its fence removed and its yard gone.

Without anyone to take care of it, even for only half a month, the area around the house became much more desolate, with withered yellow weeds dancing in the autumn wind.

"Oh, it was fine yesterday, but today the two wooden doors of this room disappeared. I don't know who was so quick to do it." Feng Shuanzhu stomped his feet and brought Feng Qingxue into the house. Everything in front of him was dark.

The window of the thatched hut was very small and the light was dim, but fortunately there was sunlight shining through the door, so I could see clearly what was going on inside.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if there is no door. At least the east and west rooms can block the wind and rain, which is much better than the straw shed."

She was content, really.

The room was empty; all the original furniture and belongings had long been stolen. There were only two or three broken porcelain bowls and a few pairs of chopsticks piled in the corner. Perhaps because they had been used by a dead person and were very broken, no one took them.

Feng Shuanzhu brought Feng Qingxue and Feng Qingyun out of the house and walked around the back of the house.

There were weeds all over the back of the house. There were two tattered beds leaning against the back wall. They were morgue beds. Three or four meters back was a river that flowed diagonally toward the southeast. There were three or four barkless poplar trees planted by the river, with only a few leaves left at the highest point.

The leaves are rustling and the water is gurgling.

It has a sense of seclusion and is particularly quiet.

After Feng Shuanzhu left, Feng Qingxue hugged Feng Qingyun and kissed her forehead.

"Qingyun, we have our own home now, are you happy?"

"Our own home?" Feng Qingyun asked again. Seeing her elder sister nod, she narrowed her eyes happily. "That's great, elder sister. We have our own home now. We don't have to live in a straw hut anymore."

Who wants to live in a straw hut when you have a home and a house?

What made Feng Qingxue most satisfied was that this location was some distance away from other families in the production team.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

What this means is that the second to last house at the west end of the production team is about forty or fifty meters away, so no matter what food they cook, they won’t be able to smell each other’s food.

There was no need to go to her second uncle's house to pick up Feng Qingyun. Feng Qingxue took out the steamed corn bread from the backpack, and then pretended to take out two large vegetarian buns, each as big as an adult man's fist, and put them in the backpack to cool. At the same time, she took out a small bag of rice from the space.

It would be strange if the food you begged for was still hot when you got home.

After they had cooled completely, Feng Qingxue took them out, ate one herself, and handed one to Feng Qingyun.