Li Xiuying took advantage of the excitement and left, but returned in defeat.

The school was closed today, her husband was not here, and she couldn't find anyone, which made her very disappointed.

Li Xiuying, who couldn't wait to show off her son, was like a defeated quail, returning home dejectedly.

Sir, you are really unlucky. My son writes so well, but you never get to meet him.

She was mumbling while cooking.

Zheng Changsheng was not hungry at all after eating two big meatloaf. He reluctantly took a few bites and went to practice calligraphy.

Li Xiuying felt very strange about her son's well-behaved behavior today.

The little guy is usually the most active when eating. He even said a very funny saying: "If you are not active when eating, there is something wrong with your brain."

What happened today?

Her son had no appetite, and she had no intention of eating. She ate a few bites in a hurry and then came to the courtyard.

Zheng Changsheng was practicing calligraphy on the sand table. The innocent moonlight reflected the young figure like a painting.

She stood stunned for a long time, and her heart skipped a beat. The child was really sensible and had grown up.

Now the mother and son live in this dilapidated house, squeezed into the same bed, and the son has no space at all.

This is definitely not good for the child's future development. It's time for the child to be independent. At the very least, it is necessary to provide the child with an independent and free space, even if it is a study room.

She has no shortage of money now. A dozen dollars is enough to build a small courtyard.

Once upon a time, my home was a large apartment with three entrances. I also had my own boudoir, and I had a maid and a wife to take care of me.

Who doesn’t want their children to live a good life?

Just do what you say, Li Xiuying is not the kind of person who is dithering. Once she makes a decision, she will act vigorously and resolutely without any delay.

The next day, she brought a gift to the old patriarch Zheng Sanwang and told him that the family wanted to build a house.

In rural areas, especially ancient villages with a strong clan atmosphere, this is a big deal.

No matter whose family builds a house, it is usually the clan leader who gives the order, and the men of the same clan come to help. Without the clan leader's words, this matter would not be possible.

This era is not as good as later generations. You can just find a construction company and get it done.

Where can you find them these days? They are all local craftsmen and men in the village doing these things.

So, in ancient times, it was really difficult for a man to get along unless he mastered a few skills.

Of course, not everyone can master it. There are people who will guide you in key techniques, and the rest is simply hard work.

Zheng Sanwang stroked his gray beard, pondered for a moment, nodded in agreement, and agreed to find someone to help him.

It is said that Mrs. Zheng made a lot of money selling noodle dolls, but she never expected that she would make so much money. She even made enough money to build a house.

You must know that although prices at this time were not high, according to Li Xiuying's idea, building such a large courtyard with blue bricks would still cost ten thousand yuan.

Ten guans and ten thousand copper coins weigh nearly a hundred kilograms. What a huge amount of money!

Zheng Sanwang's beard was almost broken. It's true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured. Such a thin woman could afford such a fortune in such an inconspicuous time.

As soon as the old patriarch opened his mouth, Zheng Changsheng's family quickly became busy.

The whole village was also excited. The peaceful scene in the village in the past was gone. Everyone came to watch it like a Western scene.

There are those who are envious, and there are also those who are jealous, and there are even some who speak bitterly.

Li Xiuying and the women who came to help chopped firewood, boiled water, and cooked until they were sweating profusely.

Big pot rice, fragrant fatty meat slices, mixed with vegetables, cooked together, and poured on the rice.

After taking a bite of a piece of fatty meat, his mouth was full of oil, and he was slurping a few mouthfuls of rice. The young men who were helping to build the house were unable to lift their heads from eating.

Although there is no salary, lunch must be provided and there must be meat. This rule cannot be changed.

The old patriarch Zheng Sanwang, who always talks about rules, would come to inspect the progress of the project every meal time, point here and there, then eat from a large porcelain bowl, and then drink a bowl of herbal tea.

, full of ambition, he walked away leisurely and leisurely with four square steps.

The wife of the Zheng family is really not a stingy person. The meat slices are larger than those of any other family in the past. She is too spoiled by these workers. You must know how to save and think about other people's families.

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If their family does this, it will be difficult for others to build houses in the future. These are the original words of the old patriarch.

Even though the old patriarch said this, he never missed a single meal.

Eating a big fat piece of meat all of a sudden would inevitably cause a stomachache, but he still enjoyed it.

These days, people's stomachs are too pure and there is no oil or water. How can they miss the opportunity to eat meat?

Neighbors came to help, and of course their children were brought along during meals.

After finishing their meal, Zheng Changsheng and his friends started to play.

Goudan's face was washed clean, and the big snot was gone. He walked up to Zheng Changsheng with excitement on his face and said flatteringly: "Brother Sheng, you see, I have washed it several times exactly as you asked.

Woolen cloth."

Zheng Changsheng really couldn't bear to see this guy's runny nose, so he threatened to eat meat.

"Your parents came to help build a house for my family. Our family's food is big fat and oily meat slices. If you want to eat with them, you have to wash your face and don't have any runny nose. Otherwise, I won't let you.

My mother will give you meat."

These words are very effective, more effective than the words of his parents.

Zheng Goudan, who was suddenly clean, lost two buckets of big snot. He was very uncomfortable at first, but now he has slowly learned to be more careful like Zheng Changsheng.

As the saying goes: Follow good people to learn from good people, follow bad people to learn from bad people, and follow goddesses to scare false gods.

To put it in a few words: Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black.

With Zheng Changsheng taking the lead, all the friends are now tidy.

My little face is clean and white, and the slug-like look from before is gone.

Although some of the clothes are very worn and patched, they are better than clean.

Such changes in the children aroused the attention of the adults, who asked about the reason. It turned out that everything was caused by the younger brother of the Zheng family.

So everyone praised Li Xiuying one after another.

You see, she is worthy of being a lady, even the children she teaches are so outstanding.

There is a bigger change among the children, that is, everyone can memorize a few Tang poems, and they can read them as soon as they open their mouths: Goose, goose, song to the sky, white hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves.

This surprised the adults in the family. The child could actually recite Tang poems. This was like burning incense in the ancestral graves.

After several lifetimes of people who have been unable to read a single word, suddenly someone appears who can recite poetry. Who would be unhappy?

To put it bluntly, the source of all this is still Li Xiuying.

If she hadn't taught her son how to read and write, then her brother-in-law wouldn't be able to teach his own children.
Chapter completed!