BPE Chapter 36

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"When has my dad ever done a stupid thing? Who told you to be unsatisfied about it, you can't even give birth to a daughter after so long. It's useless for you to envy Mengmeng. In our old Feng Family, a daughter is more valuable than a son."

Feng Laosan was actually very envious in his heart, but what he envied was that his eldest brother gave birth to a daughter. Before Mengmeng was born, how could his parents be willing to spend their private money to buy this and that? Of course he also hopes to have a daughter, but after working so hard for so long. They are already at this age, his daughter-in-law hasn't moved at all.

Chen Hongmei choked in her throat and said angrily, "What's the benefit of having a daughter? When you grow up, you will marry someone else's family. It's a loser after all. What am I born for?"

Feng Laosan felt that her brain was caught by the door panel, why was she so stupid? He raised the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically, "You didn't lose money when your parents gave birth to you, and even made a big betrothal gift. How much money did you subsidize your parents' family in private? How come it's the opposite in what comes out of your mouth? Huh?"

Speaking of this, Chen Hongmei felt guilty, and she didn't dare to fight her man, so she said softly: "Why are you talking about this now? Let's go back to your elder brother's house. Have you asked about his way of making money?"

Feng Lao San said impatiently: "Why are you in a hurry? My brother's house is so busy right now, even if you want to ask them, you have to pick a good time. You don't need to worry about this matter, I know what to do."

After contacting the village, the old man Feng hired all the strong laborers to build the house. The next step was to move stones and cut wood on the mountain. Some woods were also carved by the old carpenters in the village. When he was done, he called his eldest son and the father and son of the old Zhang family. The four of them rode four bicycles to the commune, and pulled back the tiles of the four-cartridge. These tiles are enough for building a house. If it's not enough, they will get more. It's so convenient to have a bicycle at home.

When a good day was chosen, the old Feng family began to break ground. First, the weeds and stones were removed from the wasteland. Everyone picked up their shovels and began to dig the foundation. Then they filled in the cobblestones pulled from the river beach and paved them. After a few layers of sea sand, and the foundation of the house is leveled, the house can be built.

They piled up black volcanic rocks, and filled the gaps in the middle with river mud mixed with dry straw to make adhesive. They lived in such a house, which was warm in winter and cool in summer. Taoyuan Village has built houses like this for generations. of.

Old man Feng invited 20 or 30 people to help. This daily meal is also a big project. Madam Feng simply led her three daughters-in-law to build a stove and set up a big pot on the site. The white rice is a big pot. A large pot is steamed like this, the soup is seaweed shell soup, and the dish is fried air-dried pork with Chinese cabbage. Mrs. Feng is very willing to eat meat. The air-dried meat in the dish is in large pieces. They all shouted their kindness. They went to build houses for other people's homes, but they couldn't eat such good food. This old Feng's family is really generous.

The villagers ate well and regained their energy. Twenty or thirty people worked from morning to night. The number of people was great, and it took only three or four days to build the house.

On the day he entered the house, old man Feng brought Mengmeng to see the new house, he pushed open the door and walked into the yard, pointed to the row of five houses and said to Mengmeng, "Do you think this house is well-built? It's a large bay, and two small rooms have been built on the left and right sides, which can be used as utility rooms or thatched huts in the future."

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