As night fell, smoke from cooking fires gradually rose from the village.
In this slow-paced old village, the middle-aged and elderly people who stay behind are still familiar with the slow pace of the past. The younger ones still use gas stoves, while the older ones still use earth stoves.
Therefore, at every mealtime, the fireworks from each family and the sound of birds, accompanied by the dark night with a faint orchid glow, make the whole person calm from the inside out.
But... Ning Jing's people obviously did not include Song Sancheng.
Today, he and Qiao Qiao worked hard to plow a long field. He watched the child carefully plant the corn and sorghum according to his ideas, and then he came back carrying a hoe.
During this period, I even went back home to take a look at my old house.
This house has been with him for 20 years, a full 20 years!
The white paint on the wall was repainted 6 years ago, the asbestos tiles above the head were temporarily replaced after two pieces were blown off by strong winds three years ago, and the restaurant and kitchen on the left were also gradually adjusted and rebuilt later.
The utility shed was previously filled with his various tools and fishing rods.
And now…
He threw the towel into the water in the yard, wrung it out, and then wiped the sweat off his body:
“Building a house now is a big deal!”
There was surprise and anticipation in his loud voice: "It's only been half a day, and the house is already broken into pieces. The bricks, tiles, and cement blocks have all been piled to one side with the shovel of the forklift."
"The cement layer on the ground has also become broken, and you can even see the soil underneath."
"When I came back, they hadn't finished yet. They were spreading lime and saying they would dig the foundation and trenches according to this tomorrow. Incredible, incredible! The foundation can be laid in one day tomorrow! It's so fast!"
Wulan is also full of expectations.
Everyone has seen the design drawings Zhao Fangyuan gave them, as well as the 3D renderings. But rural people believe that seeing is believing. No matter how good your drawings are, no one can tell what the finished product will look like.
But at this moment, seeing the current progress of the project, the couple sincerely look forward to the presentation of the renderings.
"If this is completed, wouldn't it be the first villa in the village? And a big one at that!
"What do you know?"
Song Sancheng said in a torrent of words: "This is called a Chinese garden!"
"What kind of garden is this? Other people's gardens have small bridges and flowing water, but yours is just a big pond beside the yard. If you don't raise a few more fish, you'll end up raising mosquitoes in the summer!"
Song Youde was not happy to see his son showing off like this.
Wang Lifen was a little embarrassed to speak up: "We are going to renovate this yard by then, right? How are we going to do it? Don't do anything fancy, I can't handle it."
Their house was so old that it might even be older than Song Sancheng. Song Tan had already asked Zhao Fangyuan to draw up a plan, and now he made the decision:
"Don't worry, grandma. I'll get it done for you!"
Wang Lifen laughed and said, "I want you to worry about it. It's because my granddaughter is capable! But you can't pay for it."
"Building a house for us is the job of your father and uncle. We old couple also have some savings."
"I was thinking, we old couple can take out 40,000 yuan, and the two brothers can chip in some, and we can just renovate the house."
“That’s the truth.”
This time, the show-off Song Youde also agreed.
His granddaughter bought him a small electric car, which was a filial act. But if he had to ask his granddaughter to pay for building a house, what was the point of raising these two big boys
Besides, they were just a couple, so why would they need a garden? They just wanted to build a bright living room, change the bedroom layout, and install a toilet—as they were old, it was a bit difficult for them to squat and stand up to use the toilet.
There is also a bathroom, which is a little warmer.
Reinstall the window glass - the current glass is still the old mahogany painted glass window with small lattice, dim, patched again and again, but still not bright.
The adobe house next to it has to be demolished and a small warehouse built.
Song Youde calculated it several times at night and also asked the engineering team about the price of materials - the materials would not cost much.
Although the eldest son often cries poor, he has a lot of wealth in the city, and Song Youde is not a fool.
Without saying too much, a few thousand dollars should be enough, right
He hadn't expected anything from his children for all these years, and at the last minute, he just wanted to live in a comfortable house.
The youngest son raised a good daughter. He didn’t dare to ask for help before, but now that he sees his child’s life getting better, he finally made up his mind—
To be honest, I still took advantage of Tan Tan.
—This construction team’s wages are quite high!
In fact, Song Youde has already discussed with Wang Lifen that after a hundred years, the money and other things will be divided equally among the three children, and the old house will be given to Tan Tan and Qiao Qiao.
Give it to Tan Tan, because they both know how good it is to have a child.
Giving it to Qiao Qiao is also because they love the child.
For Song Youde, who was determined to divide all the family property among his eldest son and grandson according to the rules, this was the biggest breakthrough he had ever made.
As for the two brothers... they should get their share of the money for building a house for their parents!
The two of them don't work or contribute, but each family gets only about 80,000 yuan, and they won't need any tribute money from them in the next few years.
The couple has land and hands, so they will never go hungry.
As for furniture and home appliances - oh, Song Youde himself knows some simple carpentry skills. He can make beds, tables, chairs and benches, among other things!
As for electrical appliances, just install an air conditioner and you can still watch the old TV, that’s all.
Song Tan didn't stop him.
This is the rule in the village. When a son gets a share of the family property, he must fulfill his filial duties.
She thought about it and didn't say that she would arrange the furniture and appliances herself when the time came—she would definitely not agree if she said that.
Just do it first, and she will plan it in advance when the time comes.
They will get together later to discuss family matters while my seventh cousin starts to put oil in the pan, pours a large bowl of chopped green onions in and stir-frys. When they are golden brown and fragrant, he adds a bowl of flour!
The whole pan was fried until it was full of yellow and sticky green onions, and then it was served.
The chopped green onions were from the vegetable garden. At this moment, the overbearing aroma came towards us, and everyone swallowed subconsciously—
I mean, if it smells so good, why isn’t it worth twenty
Fortunately, the tempting smell did not linger for long. Soon, the pot was cleaned and oil was poured into it again, and then chopped ginger and garlic were added and stir-fried again.
Grandma Qi poured in the blanched dark green sesame leaves, and Uncle Qi quickly threw in a handful of bean sprouts.
After thinking about it, they are a group of people who do real work, and they won’t be hungry if they only eat vegetarian food.
Then he added the crispy and golden diced pork belly that had been fried in a large bowl on the side and started frying it as well.
When everyone was almost unable to sit still due to the delicious smell, he added a few scoops of water and then threw in handfuls of freshly rolled noodles.
In another pan, oil was heated and eggs began to fry with a crackling sound. Then, some peanuts were fried and crushed into semi-crushed granules in a bowl.
Several pots were moving at the same time, but Uncle Seventh's expression was neither hurried nor slow, and his hands were busy but not chaotic, with the demeanor of a great chef clearly evident.
Qiao Qiao, who was helping on the side, was already sweating profusely.
When the noodles in the pot started to stick together, Uncle Qi then mixed in the chopped green onions that he had fried with hot oil and flour earlier.
A big bowl of sesame leaf noodles, sprinkled with crushed peanuts, added with some fragrant chili oil, and finally a browned and fragrant egg on the edge...
Dinner, let’s start!