He said seriously: "I'm getting older, so I probably forgot about it, but it's not too late for you to know now."
Ji Lao: "..." He almost couldn't hold back the curse words.
Taking a deep breath, Mr. Ji said with a stinky face: "I don't care, I want to buy it too. Wherever you buy it, I want it too."
Mr. Su looked at the tea on the table that had gone cold, and said with a hint of helplessness, "I can't help it, I've already bought all that space."
Ji Lao: "..."
Mr. Liao: "..."
I really owe it.
Feeling the anger radiating from the two old friends, Mr. Su said slowly: "But you can ask the mistress to find another place for you."
Although Mr. Liao was a little disappointed, he also knew that the town was not big. Even if it was anywhere else, it was not far away, so he could barely accept it: "Huh, this is pretty much the same."
Although Mr. Ji didn't say anything, his meaning was the same.
Su Jingshen and the others did not know what was happening in Beijing.
At the moment they are helping the villagers shovel snow.
It took until the afternoon to finish it, but when I woke up the next day, the roof and ground were almost invisible. They had cleaned it yesterday.
Ji Mingxuan looked so good that he frowned slightly: "The snow is getting heavier and heavier. I don't know whether it is good or bad."
Su Jingshen's eyes also held a bit of solemnity. Zhaojiacun was all made of earthen houses, and the roofs were made of wood and tiles. Just in case...
This is not a joke, it is fatal: "Clean it up first, otherwise you won't be able to start, and you may be afraid of damaging the roof."
After speaking to Ji Mingxuan and Su Jingyang, he turned to Zhao Jingyi and the others: "Don't come out of the house."
It's windy outside and there's a lot of snow, so I'm afraid these girls will get cold.
After cleaning up things yesterday, the team leader gave each household a snow shoveling tool, just in case.
Not only did we come together today, the roof was already covered with thick snow.
Fortunately, every house has a wooden ladder.
Zhao Jingyi had already stood up, put on her cotton-padded jacket and said, "You make the snow on the roof, while we take the things to make the snow in the yard. The more people we have, the faster we make it."
Others followed, wrapping themselves up tightly.
Su Jingshen wanted to say something else, but Zhao Jingyi and the others had already finished and were about to walk out.
The efficiency of the three of them is a little slower, but it is better than going out to freeze.
But Zhao Jingyi has a stick-to-her-word temperament, and she is usually soft-spoken, but when it comes to what she wants to do, even ten cows can't get her back.
Ji Mingxuan said slowly: "If we do it faster, they can go back to warm themselves by the fire earlier."
They all knew Zhao Jingyi's temper, so they didn't force her to go back to warm themselves by the fire.
They are not the only ones doing it, almost every family in the village is doing it.
Zhao Jianchun, who was clearing snow on the roof next door, frowned slightly when he saw Zhao Jingyi and others coming out, but didn't say anything.
Instead, he said loudly: "Auntie, please be safe."
Zhao Jing turned around and looked up at Zhao Jianchun who was stepping on the ladder to clear the snow. He nodded vigorously and said loudly: "Okay, you should also pay attention to safety."
Then everyone went about their own business.
About an hour and a half later, when Zhao Jing saw that the snow in the yard and roof was almost cleared, she said, "I'm going to get everyone some ginger soup to dispel the cold."
Nan Yunyu nodded several times: "Go."
Zhao Jing walked to the kitchen cellar, took out a large piece of ginger, and a knife, and walked back to the main hall. Next to the fire, there was a pot specially made for boiling water. It was filled with hot water and kept beside it.