Sangshen wandered around her room. "Your room is too small. If you were to dig a cellar, it would end up outside, which isn't safe. Didn't Aunt Tian mention how she stores her vegetables?"
"I told you, Aunt Tian just dug a cellar, and the entrance is near the kitchen." Bu Ling said, sounding a little disappointed.
Sangshen stroked his chin and thought for a moment. "How about this, we dig a smaller one and use a rope ladder to go up and down. That way we can save space." He couldn't bear to disappoint the little black girl.
"Is that okay?" Bling's eyes lit up.
“Sure, a small one is enough for you by yourself.” Even later, two people will be enough. He walked to the side of the vat and pointed: “The entrance is right here, is that alright?”
"Okay, I don't understand anyway, I'll listen to you." She decided not to give any unsolicited advice.
After discussing the direction of the cellar again, Bu Ling was finally satisfied. Looking at the renovated house and the boy inside, a sense of contentment made her eyes crinkle with joy.
"Xiao Bu, Xiao Sang."
"Aunt Tian is here." Sangzhen walked to the door and opened it.
"I've brought you some eggplant sandwiches." Aunt Tian peeked into the house. "Wow, this house has been really nicely decorated," she exclaimed, almost forgetting how empty it used to be.
"Not bad, I think so too." Bling showed no modesty whatsoever.
“You young people are so creative. When my son Congcong gets married, I’ll tidy up the house like you did. It looks so clean.”
Bu Ling was speechless. Aunt Tian, aren't you thinking too far ahead? Chen Cong is only six years old; it'll be at least fifteen years before he gets married.
Sangshen emptied the eggplant patties and returned the bowl to Aunt Tian. Aunt Tian didn't say much, "You guys eat slowly. I have other people to deliver to, so I'll be going now."
"Okay, Aunt Tian."
After Aunt Tian walked away, Sangshen closed the door and asked, "What are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Let's have some cornbread, add a sweet potato, and we won't need to cook any other dishes. We can just heat up a couple of cornbread buns and have a simple meal with Aunt Tian's eggplant sandwiches."
Mulberry had no objection: "I'll listen to you."
He rolled up his sleeves, preparing to cook.
"By the way, I still have quite a bit of firewood left from what I bought earlier. I've piled it all up on the west side of the house. Don't be stingy, use it when you need it." He bought five cartloads of firewood, and now he has about three cartloads left, which is more than enough to last until next year.
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