"Give me some reward, right?"

"Well, if your wife wants, the more you will be better." Wen Chong was tilting his face and sent his face a little more, but he did not see Song Nuan's cunning eyes.

"good!"

"Thank you, wife."

Wen Chongzheng was full of expectations and squinted his eyes, wanting to experience the beauty well. Suddenly, his face was poked by his fingers a few times, and Song Nuan's cheerful voice came from his ears, "Okay, there are so many rewards."

After saying that, she strode back.

"Let's go! Go home."

Wen Chongzheng chuckled and shook his head in a doting way.

Followed up with big strides.

Before the two of them got home, they saw villagers coming and going in and out of their homes from afar, and there was a lot of noise in the yard.

When a villager saw them coming back, he greeted him kindly: "Azheng, you are back! The village chief asked us to come over and make a stove for you, and it was busy inside. You can go in first, I will pick up some stones by the river to come back."

Wen Chongzheng bowed to him, "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Ji."

"It's okay! Just help me, you guys go into the house." Zhang Daji took the dustpan and left.

The two looked at each other and went in together.

In the yard, Zhang Ziqiang was directing several villagers to build thatched huts. When he saw them coming in, he greeted with a smile: "A Zheng, A Zheng's wife."

Song Nuan smiled and said, "Village Chief, why don't you call me Xiao Song or Song Nuan."

Zhang Ziqiang looked at Wen Chongzheng and asked for instructions silently.

In this countryside, men's name is usually called "Women" by their husbands, either from whom or whom's wife.

People who are not particularly familiar with each other generally do not call their daughter-in-law by their names.

Wen Chongzheng smiled, "Village Chief, I'm Nuannuan, so she's more comfortable."

Zhang Ziqiang nodded with a smile and waved his hand, "Okay! That Ah Zheng, come here. Let me tell you a few things."

"Nannuan, there seem to be many aunts in our house. Go in and take a look."

"OK."

Wen Chongzheng walked to Zhang Ziqiang's side.

"A Zheng, aren't you going to build a new house? Aunt Wen and I discussed it. This kitchen will not be built in the yard, but will be built directly in that utility room."

"When it's windy and rainy, I won't be able to cook. I've asked someone to make half of the utensils, half of you make the kitchen and half of you put in the utensils. Here I'll build a shed for you to put in the firewood. What do you think?"

"The village chief was considerate and I was neglected at that time and did not consider the rainy day." Wen Chongzheng was very satisfied with the change.

It was indeed because he and Song Nuan had a short thought.

They were thinking that they were about to build a new house, but it was just a transition time and did not consider the situation of the second bedroom. The kitchen was built in a utility room, which was the most suitable for the second bedroom.

"Okay! When they come back with some stones, they will be able to come here to make the stove tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, the village chief for helping you."

"Ah Zheng, there are rules for making stoves. According to our customs, you usually invite your master to dinner. If your family is in different situations, don't invite food. My family still has a few kilograms of wine. You will bring it back when you go there in the evening and ask them to bring it back tomorrow."

"Looking back, I'll talk to them too. These people are always friendly to me and are honest. They are different from those people, and you can also get along with each other in the future."

Zhang Ziqiang did not forget his father's advice.

When he heard that he wanted to build a stove and build a new house, he immediately thought of bringing these people who could be dated. As for whether this relationship can be good? It depends on the ability of A Zheng and his wife.

This is in the same village, so you can’t have good relationships with every family, but there must be several good relationships.

In this way, if there is something wrong in the future, someone will help you.

Wen Chongzheng understood Zhang Ziqiang's kindness as soon as he heard it.

"Village Chief, I understand what you mean. I will discuss it with Nuannuan afterwards."

Zhang Ziqiang raised his eyebrows, "You just listen to Xiao Song in everything?"

Wen Chongzheng spread his hands and smiled and said, "I am afraid of it, and everyone in the village knows it."

"Puff...hahaha!" Zhang Ziqiang laughed and nodded, "Little Song is good, you have a good vision."

"She is very nice!"

"Well, you have discussed the matter of building a new house?"

"I've discussed it. I just went to measure the place. In the evening, Nuannuan and I took the sketch to find the village chief. Let's summarize. The village chief will help me calculate how much money I need?"

At this moment, laughter came from the room.

Wen Chongzheng turned his head and saw several women surrounding Song Nuan, and the few of them didn't know what they said. Song Nuan's face was red, while others laughed.

Wen Chongzheng curved the corners of his mouth and his eyes were rippling.

After a night of chaos, they were all tired and desperate, but they all saw new hope.

When you are here, everything will be well.

The sun sets.

Zhang Ziqiang left the Wen family with the helper, and Bai Shi diligently cleaned the yard.

Li came out of the house, snorted coldly, and said sourly: "Oh, this diligent spirit is so hard-working that I'm really happy. Is this seeing that there are so many men coming to the door, and I also learn to laugh?"

Bai's hand paused, his face turned red and looked at Li, "Sister-in-law, don't say that, I don't! They were all mothers who asked her to help make the stove. I just said... "

"Is there any? I can't see it?" Li looked her up and down, "Where is boneless, please please anyone who has the benefits, you are..."

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

Wen Yuechu opened the door and threw a cup directly at Li. With a clang, the cup fell at Li's feet and broke.

Li pointed at her, "You, you... Wen Yuechu, you shameless, dare you smash me with something?"

"What's wrong with hitting you? This is still light. If you dare to bully others, I will tear your mouth apart. Now that the family is separated, will your big house still be my second house?"

Wen Yuechu looked provocative.

Li dared to bully Bai and Wen Yueru, but she did not dare to bully Wen Yuechu because she knew that she would not get any benefits from Wen Yuechu.

How could she bully Bai? Wen Yuechu almost turned a blind eye to her.

"I don't care about bitches like you."

Li snorted and turned to the kitchen to cook.

Wen Yuechu smiled, disagreed.

If you are cheap, just be cheap.

She was a man who was sold to an old man as a concubine and was shot out of the house. What other bad things have she heard before?

Bai turned his head and looked at Wen Yuechu, "A Chu."

Bang! The door is closed.

"Call me after the meal is ready, I'm so sleepy." Wen Yuechu fell on the bed and curled up.

In the evening, Wen Chongzheng and Song Nuan sat at the table to draw sketches of the house. Old Mrs. Wen slapped water to help Song Ling wipe her hands and face, while Song Jiabao sat on the new bed in front of the window.

The small and crowded room was warm.

All the things in the house were packed, and a bed was added beside the window, with new quilts and new pillows, all new.

Two beds, with the head of the bed against the head of the bed.

Later, Wen Chongzheng and Song Jiabao slept together, Song Nuan and Song Ling slept together.

Four people in a room.

Old Mrs. Wen originally planned to put the bed in her room, she slept with Song Ling, and Song Jiabao slept alone. But as soon as she proposed it, Song Nuan rejected it.

First, her waist has not yet been fully improved.

Second, both young people need to be taken care of, especially Song Jiabao, who was unable to move, so Old Mrs. Wen couldn't hold him at all.

It is also possible that the back injury will worsen.

"Be good, you're sleeping, okay?" Old Mrs. Wen put the veil into the basin and reached out to tuck the quilt. "You can get better quickly when you sleep and go out to play as soon as possible."

When Song Ling heard this, she immediately closed her eyes and said, "I'm asleep."

Old Mrs. Wen looked at her innocent appearance and felt distressed, but she thought that it was actually quite good to be so carefree.

"Good boy!"

Old Mrs. Wen went out to change a basin of clean hot water and twisted a veil to help Song Jiabao wipe his hands and face. The little guy shook his head, "Uncle, I'll do it myself! I'm a little man, do what I can do myself."

Old Mrs. Wen smiled, "But it's not convenient for you."

"I have inconvenient feet, my hands are fine, I can do it." Song Jiabao took the wet veil, wiped his hands and washed his face by himself.

Over there, Song Nuan and Wen Chong were turning their heads to look over.
To be continued...