So he walked back to the Social Work Temple in a daze.
Zhao Moli: "Aiguo, has the village chief said when he will help us build a house?"
"The village chief asked us to hire someone to build it ourselves."
"That's going to cost money." Zhao Moli raised her voice, "But we don't have any money at home, only about ten yuan."
"Let's leave it like this for now. We won't build it anymore. At least we have a little place to shelter from the wind and rain."
Li Xiumei in the other room naturally heard the conversation between the two. She was hoping to be allocated a room after the house was built.
He Dong became more and more perfunctory towards her, and now he even asked her to take care of the children and do housework.
A wave of regret surged in her heart, and she didn't know whether Li's mother would let her in if she went back to her parents' home to borrow money.
As for the brothers He Aidang and He Aimin, they were reluctant to use the money they received when the family property was divided, so Tian Xiaocui and Luo Quanxiang kept it with them, and they managed to survive the fire.
The two families shamelessly bought a large number of earthen bricks at a low price, and used more than 20 yuan to build a large single room where they could eat and sleep in the same room.
As for the kitchen, an earthen stove was built directly in the yard.
Every time I cook, the house next door is filled with smoke and fire, and I often have fights with my neighbors because of this.
The toilet was even simpler, consisting of a few wooden frames surrounded by a circle of straw.
Su Qing's ears were finally a little quieter.
Before the house was built, Tian Xiaocui and Luo Quanxiang always found the right opportunity to talk to Su Qing.
They said that Daya and the others were all girls, and if they got married in the future they would have no one to support them. He Nan, He Bei, and He Zhong were all boys after all. Although they were cousins, they would definitely help Daya and the others in the future.
Daya was only six years old, and these people were already hoping that she would have an unhappy life after getting married.
Speaking is really an art. We all have a mouth, but some people use it to speak, while others use it to fart.
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