Age: My Small World

Chapter 165 Send Home

After dinner in the evening, Yang Jun wrapped himself in cotton clothes and lay alone on the kang in the back room.

He was thinking about how to get a house.

Now everyone has no work to do and the labor force is idle at home, which is a perfect time to build a house.

Moreover, if we build it in winter, we can use it next spring, which saves us from having to trouble everyone during the busy farming season.

So no matter what, the house must be decided within these few days.

"The issue of paying still depends on the payment for the last article. It's a good opportunity to use this opportunity to build a house to get over the financial problem."

Gradually, he had a general idea in his mind.

Just as I was about to enter the space to make cured fish, Yang Yumei in the front room suddenly called out.

"Xiao Yu'er, why are you here?"

Since it is getting dark, it is generally not a good time to go out.

What's more, she is a girl.

Of course, Cheng Xiaoyu is no different from the Yang family's own family.

"Sister Yumei, I'm here to see Brother Xiaoshan."

Li Xiaohua replied, "Sit down and warm yourself by the fire. I'll call Xiaoshan out."

"It's okay, Aunt Li. I'll just go into the back room and look for Brother Xiaoshan."

As she spoke, she was not shy and knocked on the side of the back room in the light of the fire.

"Brother Xiaoshan, are you asleep?"

"Come in." Yang Jun said helplessly as he was about to get up.

Yang Yumei and Li Xiaohua looked at each other in front of the fire, wondering how this kid could be so bold.

backyard.

Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes suddenly became blurry.

There was still some moonlight and firelight outside, but there was nothing in the back room.

A pair of hands suddenly reached out and grabbed her, but she was not afraid, but followed them.

"Please sit down." Yang Jun could actually see Cheng Xiaoyu. His eyes had almost broken through a certain limit, and his night vision was quite good.

"Brother Xiaoshan, I can't even see you." Cheng Xiaoyu smiled, and she felt the hand on her wrist not letting go for a long time.

"What brings you here so late at night?"

Yang Jun asked about the main business.

Cheng Xiaoyu was stunned.

"Can't I come to you without something important?" she muttered, pouting.

"Of course, I'm just worried about your safety walking at night."

With Wang Yilong’s example as a precedent, people are naturally worried.

"I was originally planning to come see you in the afternoon, but then I remembered you said you had something to do, so I changed it to the evening. Brother Xiaoshan, are you unhappy?"

"There's nothing to be unhappy about. It's just that you come here so late, aren't you afraid of being gossiped about?"

"I'm not afraid in the first place. I was like that yesterday..." Her voice faltered.

Hearing this, Yang Jun touched his head and felt a headache.

"Okay, I'll take you back later."

After skipping this topic, the two talked about other things.

For example, Yang Jun told Xiao Yuer about going to make a pot today, so there was no need to hide it.

"It's just right that I'll give you one bite at a time. You can take it back and cook for Aunt Ping."

Xiaoyuer’s family actually doesn’t use iron pots very often. They used to like to cook with clay pots, and they hardly stir-fried any dishes.

"No need, Xiaoshan. My family doesn't have enough."

Xiao Yuer laughed.

The two chatted for a long time, but most of the conversation was about trivial matters, nothing big or important, but both of them were very happy chatting.

"Are your feet cold? Why don't you put your feet under the quilt?"

Yang Jun noticed that her legs began to shake a little, and then said.

"Wouldn't that be a bad idea?" Cheng Xiaoyu hesitated, but didn't refuse outright. After all, this was Brother Xiaoshan's bed, and he certainly wouldn't dislike it. "What's wrong with that?" Yang Jun shook his head, then took the initiative to pull up her ankles, helped her take off her shoes, and put them under the quilt.

He didn't let go of his hands and kept covering it like this.

Her feet were indeed quite cold; the weather was freezing.

"Brother Xiaoshan, I can do it myself." In the darkness, Cheng Xiaoyu's cheeks turned hot.

Unlike yesterday, her feet were unusually sensitive today.

He wanted to reach back, but Yang Jun held it tightly.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I'll warm you up first."

Yang Jun swore that he had no other thoughts, but he couldn't help but measure the size of the two cute feet so close to him.

"Xiao Yu'er, why are your feet so small?" At this time, the girl's golden lotus was still in his palm.

As a result, Cheng Xiaoyu's face turned red with embarrassment, and she turned her head away, too embarrassed to speak.

After a while, she slowly said, "I was born this way. My mother said that people with small feet can't walk far, and it was destined that I would not marry far away. I didn't expect that my mother was right."

This statement is quite traditional and naturally cannot be fully trusted. It can only be said that different people have different opinions.

However, in ancient times, it was indeed difficult for girls with small feet to walk long distances, so they would choose a husband's family based on proximity and would not consider a family that was too far away, otherwise it would be difficult to return home.

"It's nice and cute."

Yang Jun praised.

"Then... then I... will give it to you every day from now on..." Cheng Xiaoyu's intermittent words made him feel something was wrong.

"Ahem, well, it's getting too late. I'd better take you home." Yang Jun interrupted her.

Cheng Xiaoyu was silent for a moment.

"Ok."

When the two of them came out of the back room, they were naturally greeted with two pairs of curious eyes.

After sending the person back and coming back, Yang Jun didn't care about the two people's still smiling expressions and put forward his idea of building a house.

This matter needs the knowledge and support of the family.

"Build a house? Xiaoshan, why don't you stop bothering? You can build a bigger one later."

In Li Xiaohua's opinion, after Yang Jun finishes his studies, she will be able to save some money. Combined with the money Yang Jun can earn from his own studies and the royalties he saves, they will be able to build a big tiled house.

It would be more spacious to live in then than it is now.

But why would Yang Jun care about building a house a few years or even ten years later? By then, he might already have a job and his company could allocate him a house, so he wouldn't need to build one himself.

I was just thinking too far ahead, and I couldn't predict what my son would become in the future.

Even if he couldn't go to work, Yang Jun would not have a bad life thanks to his small world. At least he had no trouble buying a house.

Therefore, it is more important to build a good house now.

After Yang Jun spent a lot of time explaining, Li Xiaohua finally gave in.

"It can be built, but if you say you want to build two rooms, then that's unnecessary. I think we can just separate a new room for you."

"Then we can give the back room to the eldest and second daughters. Is that okay?"

Yang Jun knew that this was probably all his mother could agree to.

After all, it was impossible for Li Xiaohua to spend all the money at once.

The extent of building a new house did not exceed her expectations.

"Okay, it's up to you."

As the head of the family, he has to put everything aside for now and listen to his mother.

"How much do you think this room will cost?"

"Fifty or sixty yuan should be enough."

Yang Jun thought about it and estimated a number.

If it is built according to the standards of three rooms, it will cost at least three or four hundred yuan, and that is assuming the villagers can help.

But it’s not necessary for just one room. Except for the materials being a little difficult to get, everything else is relatively ready.

Especially for those who work, there is the least shortage of them during this period.

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