“I asked around these past few days and found out that Liu Feng is pregnant again. Her husband, who is a teacher, doesn’t want to raise Lei Lei, saying he’s a burden and that Liu Feng can’t take care of him, so he sent him back to us.”
"How could this man be like this? He must have said he could raise him, but I think he just wanted Leilei to find him a son. Once he found one, he wouldn't want Leilei anymore. I wonder if Leilei has been bullied."
“This is a good thing. I really don’t feel comfortable leaving her here. Call your older brother over tomorrow, and we’ll try to persuade Liu Feng together.”
"What do you want with my older brother? Have you forgotten what happened a few years ago when he wanted to adopt Leilei? It was because of that that Liu Feng ran away."
Ming Dahai sighed, "My sister-in-law is pregnant, so she probably won't want Leilei. We still need to go see the house with him tomorrow, so let him come."
"Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Sun Yunmei went to the kitchen, cooked mutton soup, and brought it to Mingjing.
"Ginger and mutton soup, you'll feel better after drinking it."
Mingjing was applying tea oil to her wound after taking a bath.
“I’ll do it.” Sun Yunmei took the tea oil, lifted Mingjing’s shirt from the back, and began to apply it. “Mingjing, today Old Wang and Old Zhang’s families both came and said that the foundation needs to be four thousand.”
"The two houses are connected together, and the total area is about 150 square meters. Old Wang's house has a small courtyard, while Old Zhang's house has a large front and back yard, where they can grow vegetables and fruit trees."
The area outside is spacious enough that I think we could even put in a toilet.
On the island, any spare vacant land can be utilized by those who are willing to do so, to build houses, chicken coops, or pigsties.
There's no concept of shared area yet, and there are no plans for demolition. People won't care if they see it, as long as it doesn't block everyone's way.
"What are you thinking? Four thousand yuan is the bottom line, but I don't know if they'll change their minds later."
“This price is acceptable; we can buy several plots of land for residential use.”
Mingjing never expected that houses on the island would be so cheap; given the current situation, she could buy the entire island.
"That's not quite right. Money can be saved. Your nephew will be back soon, and we'll have to arrange a house for him to get married. This size is big enough."
"Mom, I bought this house to set up a delivery station. The villagers are going to Zhao Dali to collect their goods, but the response isn't very good. We need to get things sorted out quickly, or someone else will beat us to it."
Upon hearing this, Sun Yunmei gave a thumbs up. "My daughter is so smart. Now we're being watched so closely by the villagers that we can't go beachcombing at all, but we can still collect seafood."
“Mingjing, your education has paid off. Yesterday, someone from the county came and said that the island needs a women’s director who is educated, and they encouraged us to apply. I think you’re a good candidate.”
"Mom, what are you talking about? A women's director needs to be experienced and older. How could I be qualified?" Mingjing laughed as she drank her mutton soup.
Sun Yunmei paused in her hand. "Why can't you do it? They said it required an election, a high school education, and the villagers' love and respect. Isn't that you?"
After hearing what Sun Yunmei said, Mingjing also felt that this seemed to make sense. If she became the women's director, wouldn't she have the final say? She would be an official, no matter how small the position.
Moreover, no one dared to look down on the Ming family anymore.
Now she is indeed the focus of attention in the village.
"That's true, but there must be quite a few people in the village who want to compete, right?"
"Of course. Take Mingzhu, for example. She failed her college entrance exam. She can't beat you in a head-on confrontation. But her relationship with Zhang Fan is not ordinary. He is the village chief's son."
Mingjing secretly cursed Zhang Fan in her heart, calling him a scumbag who preyed on people right under his nose.
"Okay, Mom, I'll think about it." Mingjing tilted her head, her neck cracking.
"Go to sleep, it's getting late."
Sun Yunmei put away the tea oil and bowls and chopsticks and left the room.
The world's mirror began to plan its future.
The term "Women's Director" sounds grand, but at present, it's nothing more than managing everyday family matters, or at worst, children's schooling and family planning.
If she wanted to fight for that spot, it would definitely be hers. But she's too busy with her own affairs to run for women's director; she's just meddling in other people's business.
The salary is only so much, not even as much as she earns from beachcombing. It's hard work and doesn't pay well.
However, she could use this to scare Mingzhu.
The island's homesteads also have land deeds, all of which are held by the village chief, Zhang Ping. The buying and selling of homesteads requires Zhang Ping's approval and stamp.
Mingzhu likes Zhang Fan and desperately needs this position to help her gain influence. As long as she whispers something in Zhang Fan's ear about the house price, she will withdraw once the deal is done.
Zhang Ping will definitely make Mingzhu the women's director, so that he can hold all the power in his hands, and no one will be unmoved.
Zhang Ping might say a few good words for her, and the two plots of land could be discounted even further.
She plans to talk to Mingzhu tomorrow.
After thinking it through, Mingjing opened the fishing tackle shop. The tools there had been generating luck points for her, and now she didn't need to buy any tools; she still had sixty or seventy points of luck every day.
And whether it was her imagination or not, the quality of the seafood she caught recently was getting higher and higher, and the progress bar for unlocking the farm was getting faster and faster.
With a luck stat of 163, there should be a big shipment tomorrow. She needs to go to the beach tomorrow afternoon to check it out.
As she pondered these thoughts, Mingjing gradually drifted off to sleep.
Mingjing was sound asleep when she was woken up by noises coming from the courtyard.
She sat up groggily, and the pain in her back and legs had lessened considerably. Her leg injury was also gradually healing, so it seemed that the tea oil was having some effect.
She moved her arm slightly and yawned.
"Mingjing, come out quickly," Ming Dahai said happily, standing at the door.
Mingjing slowly walked out.
“Mingjing,” Song Laosan said, standing in the courtyard with a man. “This is my nephew. Didn’t you want to rent a boat?”
Mingjing nodded and sized up the man.
He was tall and thin, wore glasses, and had dark skin; he looked to be around thirty years old and was clearly an old fisherman.
"Sit down and talk," Ming Dahai said, handing the two of them two soft-serve taro sticks and then hurriedly going to pour water.
"Has everyone eaten? How about we grab some breakfast and talk while we eat?"
Sun Yunmei came out of the kitchen and served steamed buns, porridge, and dried salted fish.
"How could you possibly accept that?" Old Man Song declined.
"Don't be shy, have some with us. We can't let you go hungry. It's just two pairs of chopsticks," Sun Yunmei said, handing over a pair of chopsticks and placing them on the table.
Song Laosan and the man took their seats.
“My nephew is not very talkative. He just keeps to himself and fishes. His name is Song Yugui. He runs a fish stall in town. He is an honest man.”
Song Laosan held up the steamed buns and introduced them to his nephew, praising Sun Yunmei's cooking skills from time to time.
"He has two boats, one large one, about 100 or 200 meters long, heavy enough to carry large cargo, and a small wooden boat, which is good for fishing in the near sea."
"Neither of these boats is in any trouble, don't worry. My nephew is capable; he built both boats himself. He knows a bit of carpentry and is a hard worker."
"He's just not married yet. He's rich, and he even has a big house in town. Hey girl, could you help us find someone for him sometime?"
Song Laosan also took the opportunity to market himself, saying that he was perfect except for being poor.
"Okay then, but could you make the boat cheaper?" Mingjing brought the matter back to the main point.
"Say something," Song Laosan nudged Song Yugui before focusing on his meal.
He came today not only to talk about the boat, but also to let his nephew see a mirror and find a suitable match.
In terms of looks, talent, and age, Song Yugui was not a good match for Mingjing, but Song Yugui was rich, owned a house in town, and had two boats. He was also hardworking and capable.
For people living by the sea, having a boat is more important than having a house; it's like having a secure job. Compared to that, they don't feel guilty.
But this girl seems to look down on her nephew. Humph, she's never satisfied.
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