Then, Wang Yitong put on a half-smile and said, "You two are quite in sync. Why don't you both pretend to be mute, or do you both... Do you want me to set up a stage for you two and let you put on a good show?"
Yingbao and Ye Tianyong quickly refused, shaking their heads like rattles.
It should be said that even a rattle drum can't compare.
Afterwards, my mother said that the father and daughter's work was shoddy and told them to do less folding of blankets so that no stranger would see them and laugh at them!
Yingbao: "..."
Ye Tianyong "..."
The two remained silent.
Of course! Compared to her mother's neatly folded quilt, which looked like a block of tofu, her and her father's quilts looked like dregs. There was no comparison at all.
They were unilaterally crushed!
About ten minutes later,
After Yingbao finished washing up, her grandmother, mother, and aunt were already busy in the kitchen. There were more than twenty people building the house, including her father Ye Tianyong's friend and Hu Zi's father, who was also a good friend from the village...
My mother and the others made a mixed stew, which included cabbage, radish, potatoes, vermicelli, sweet potato, and some sliced pork. They made a big pot full of it.
Then, I steamed a lot of mixed grain rice and multigrain steamed buns.
Since you're hiring people to do the work, you can't just not provide them with meals. Not only do you have to provide meals, but you also have to make sure they're well-fed.
After all, who has the energy to work if they're not well-fed?
If something unexpected happens along the way, wouldn't that be penny-wise and pound-foolish?
Although we are the hosts and have paid them, we don't need to provide meals so they can go home and eat on their own. But just thinking about it, it's easy to see how much trouble it would cause for them to travel back and forth.
Seeing that there was nothing Yingbao could do to help Wang Yitong, she left the kitchen and went to the place where her father, Ye Tianyong, was building a house.
It wasn't the one she collapsed. My mother said it was at the end of the village, bought by my grandfather when he had money. He said he planned to repair it later and leave it for future generations.
Who would have thought,
Sometimes, some things just can't wait.
Because if you wait too long, the daylily will get cold!
What to do when you're out of money?
Yingbao: "..."
The child innocently asked her mother, "If we're so poor, why doesn't Grandpa sell it?"
Wang Yitong thought for a while and said, "It's probably because your grandfather sold too many things when he was looking for his hometown. The only thing he left for his descendants was something he couldn't bear to part with and didn't want to sell anymore. It was too much trouble."
well!
As Yingbao pondered, she walked to the end of the village, looked around, and strolled about.
The land that Grandpa bought before was much larger than the mud-brick house they live in now.
Then she won't have to live with her parents anymore.
Very good.
Finally, I don't have to be a third wheel anymore.
I can have my own private space, and it's even made of blue bricks. Just thinking about it makes me ecstatic.
She may have stayed in the village for a long time and been assimilated.
It's possible that after living in adobe houses for so long, the sudden realization that they would be living in brick houses in the future brought them to tears of joy.
Having been away from the modern world for so long, she could hardly remember what it was like to live in a villa.
"Yingbao, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Ye Tianyong was focused on his work and hadn't noticed Yingbao.
It was his friend who saw it when he came back from the restroom and informed him.
"Father, I didn't cry. I was just so happy that the sand got into my eyes."
"Ao... Yingbao, you should go back quickly. It's windy outside, and if your eyes get red, you won't look good," Ye Tianyong said with concern.
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