"Lu Sheng?" Song Nuan looked at Song Ling in surprise, but she didn't expect that she kept muttering about Zhang Lusheng.

Song Ling nodded.

"It's dark outside. Lu Sheng helped our family build a new house during the day and rest at night. Does Ah Ling want to see Brother Lu Sheng?"

"Um."

"Let's change the medicine first, then rinse your mouth and go to bed. Another day, when Lu Sheng is no longer busy, my elder sister will take you to the construction site to find him. OK? However, you have to wait until the injury on your feet heals so that you can walk without pain."

"May I?"

"Can."

"Okay!" Song Ling nodded heavily and pointed at her feet, "Sister, medicine."

"Aling is so well-behaved!"

The next day, before dawn, Wang brought a few women to help cook.

The Wen family yard is very lively.

Mrs. Li was so quarreled that she couldn't sleep well. She opened the window angrily, pointed at the people in the yard outside, and cursed: "Is it still possible to let people sleep early in the morning? Can you whisper a little? This family doesn't have only second and third bedrooms."

The person who was chatting enthusiastically was scolded suddenly and immediately silent.

Everyone looked at each other, all in fear.

It turned out that Li was so arrogant and unreasonable at home. No wonder Song Nuan would rather go down to Aima Mountain to build a new house.

Such people really hide as far as they go.

Old Mrs. Wen came out of the kitchen and was about to go over and scold her. Boss Wen pushed open the door and said apologetically: "Everyone, don't take it to your heart, she... She didn't sleep well and was a little angry. It's okay, it's okay! You guys are chatting."

Chatting? Who dares to chat?

"Boss."

"Mom, it's okay!" Boss Wen was called out and said first: "Xiaoyun, she has a bad headache, so she is a little irritated. Mom, I will talk about her, I will talk about her now."

After saying that, close the door.

Old Mrs. Wen was very angry, but it was difficult to get angry in front of everyone.

"Sorry."

"Aunt, you're polite. We...we don't have the eyesight either. After all, it's not dawn now, so we did make a little noise."

Old Mrs. Wen felt even more uncomfortable when she listened.

Outsiders come to help before dawn. Li Xiaoyun, the eldest uncle, slept hard and scolded the person who came to help. It was really...

"Nannuan, you go out and have a look, I'll do it myself."

Wen Chongzheng took the veil.

Song Nuan asked: "Can you do it?"

"Yes!" Wen Chongzheng nodded and sighed in his heart. The woman asked her husband if he could do it? This really sounded wrong.

"Okay! I'll go out and help."

"Go."

Song Nuan went out, and Wen Chongzheng slowly washed, changed his clothes by himself. According to custom, he was going to dig the soil of the first hoe today.

On this day, Song Nuan and Wang and others carefully prepared ten dishes together, meaning perfection, and the dishes are also very particular, with their own meanings.

Ten major workers, twenty small workers, and six carpenters, a total of thirty-six people built a new house.

This is not the first pile in Gaoshan Village, but such a mud brick house is the first. The villagers are full of doubts and curiosity about this mud brick house, and they all want to see the effect of the new house.

Dada dada...

The carriage parked on the small road outside the floor.

The groom looked at the ten tables full of tables on the front floor, shocked.

"Mr....Young Master, I'm here."

Upon hearing this, Tang Qiao and Yang An bent down and walked out of the carriage. Looking at the tables and chairs in front, they couldn't help but look at each other.

This...is all put outside?

How many people are A Zheng and Xiao Song preparing to host a banquet?

The two jumped out of the carriage and carried things in both hands. The groom behind them directly used the ones to carry two large baskets of things.

The villagers who were placing tables and chairs looked at them.

What are these two young men?

Although the two of them were carrying things, they did not lose their charm. While walking towards the Wen family gate, they greeted the villagers with a smile: "Thank you all for your hard work! We are friends of A Zheng and Xiao Song. We know that their new house is getting ground today, so we came here early to ask for a bowl of wine."

Everyone nodded.

It turns out he is the master's friend.

The master has such noble friends, no wonder he can make a fortune so soon.

"Acho, Aan."

Wen Chongzheng came out to greet him with a crutch.

The two walked over with their things, looked him up and down, and joked with a smile, "A Zheng, I'm very handsome today."

"I've always been handsome." Wen Chongzheng glanced at Yang An and asked, "Why did Aqiao's restaurant open? You wear Dahongpao? Today, my new house started construction, and you also wear Dahongpao. A'an, you must be your favorite Dahongpao. That day, you said Aqiao forced you to wear it?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Qiao smiled.

Yang An looked distressed, "It was his pussy that day, and it was his pussy today. That day, the big red can make his restaurant prosperous. Today, the big red can make your new life prosperous with Xiao Song. You said, "I dare not wear it with such a big hat?"

The three of them entered the courtyard. Yang An looked at the women who looked at them together and said, "After all, in my eyes, you couple are the same as Aqiao, and they are all good friends. I can't favor one and the other, right? Otherwise, you'll think about it again, right?"

Wen Chongzheng blinked, looking innocent.

"Have I thought too much?"

Yang An glared at him and thought to himself, why are you doing nothing and you are looking for trouble again?

Didn’t this bring the topic to Wen Chongzheng?

"Second sister-in-law, your friend is here." Wen Yueru went to the kitchen to find Song Nuan.

"friend?"

"Yes, my friend who came here yesterday."

"Oh, they." As he was speaking, Yang An outside was shouting: "Xiao Song, come out, A Qiao and I are here, why haven't you come out yet?"

Song Nuan handed the spatula to Wen Yueru, "I'll go out and have a look."

"Okay, my second sister-in-law, I will do these dishes too."

"That's OK."

Song Nuan patted her shoulder and wiped her hand on the apron, "It's here, it's here, it's not that you don't care about your breakfast, what are your names?"

Yang An looked at her, "It's a way to treat guests, Xiao Song."

"Ah Zheng has come out to welcome you? Why do you still ask me to invite the whole village to line up on both sides of the road, holding flowers in my hands, and keep shouting for welcome as you pass by?"

"Can this still happen?"

"Yes." Song Nuan nodded and walked towards them, "But that's the way to welcome the landlords' wealth, not to welcome friends. Do you want it?"

Upon hearing this, Yang An immediately waved his hand.

"No, no! We are friends, good friends."

Everyone looked at this scene and laughed softly.

Yang An didn't care, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Xiao Song, this is our little intention. Where should we put things?"

Song Nuan looked around and saw that the things in the yard were really hard to put on.

"Let it go in the house."

"OK!"

Several people carried things into the house, and Song Nuan went to the utility room with the groom to move the tofu, dried tofu, bean sprouts, and bean curd to the carriage together.

"Chef Song, I'll send things back to the restaurant first, and come here to pick up the young master later."

"Okay! I'll say something to Aqiao."

Song Nuan nodded.

Turning around, a sound full of energy came from behind, "Sister Wen."

Song Nuan looked back and saw a strange face. This face was a bit pretty, and there were still many red spots on the face.

"Lai Xilai?"

I didn't expect that his true appearance was quite... quite pretty, like a girl.
To be continued...