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"Guangdan, what are you going to do with so many cabinets?" Lin Daniu asked in confusion.

Guangdan grinned, showing his small white teeth, and said, "Hey, Dad, our family will be better off. Then we will have more clothes and mattresses in the house."

After listening to Guangdan's words, everyone in the main room nodded in understanding. They didn't know since when, but everyone basically had no doubts about Guangdan's words.

"Okay, we still have some wood at home. In addition to building a house, we still have enough to make some cabinets. After we finish these, you can talk to the village chief and we will go to the mountains to cut a few more trees and save them for future use."

Grandpa Lin immediately decided on the wood issue, and Guangdan became eager to try it out.

The next thing to be discussed was building a house. Guangdan was not very interested. After all, in his opinion, sooner or later they would have to build a brick and tile house, and the current mud house was just a transition.

To build a house in Linjia Village, basically every household in the village would provide labor, and the owner of the house would provide a lunch.

The thing called wages basically doesn't exist; it's more about the social conventions in the village.

I felt that I had nothing much to say to these idle people, and my mind was turning over the things in the study.

In fact, he had only seen two study rooms. One was the study room of a private school teacher. Whenever the teacher wanted to chat with students, he would call them to the study room.

But the Master's study was also extremely simple, and the most valuable things in it were the neatly stacked books.

The second place is the study of the village chief. Wumao'er's study is slightly more exquisite than the master's study, and both the furnishings and objects are of higher quality.

But the most reliable scholar in the village chief's family is studying in the county town, and the study is of little practical use. Guangdan thinks it is a pity.

Thinking of this, Guangdan even felt that his own study could be partitioned by a moon door, with the inside serving as a study for Goudan and the outside for the couple to write and draw.

After all, Goudan is not the only one studying at home, so one desk is not enough. As he thought about it, Goudan seemed more and more feasible.

When it was time to go to bed at night, Guangdan crawled directly to Goudan, lay down on his back with his arms and legs spread out, and started asking questions.

"Goudan, what do you think of the study?"

Goudan turned sideways, propped up his chin with his hand, and said in confusion, "Just make a long desk and a simple bookshelf."

For Goudan, his studies were a huge expense for his family, so he never made any demands on his family. As for the study, it was Guangdan who proposed it.

"There's no need to be so concise. I have an idea, listen to it." After saying this, Guangdan explained his idea in detail.

Goudan listened with sparkling eyes, and after Guangdan finished speaking, he whispered, "No need to do that, a table is enough, no need to go to so much trouble."

"Let's settle it. Although I don't know how many more years you can stay at home, at least Goumao'er will still have to study at home." Guangdan said with a grin.

Because in the original book, Goudan was recommended by his private school teacher to the county school when he was in his teens.

But at this moment, Goudan didn’t understand what his second brother meant. His thoughts were still on the study room just described. Which scholar doesn’t like to have his own study room?

"Then I'll ask the teacher. If my handwriting is good enough, I will start copying books. I'll copy more books and put them at home so that everyone can use them in the future." Goudan clenched his fists, thinking to himself that he must work harder.

"No, you are still young. You can ask the teacher to try to find some unique copies of the clan books. As for the rest of the books, I will go back to the county and buy some ordinary copies. Don't damage your eyes. It's not worth it."

The two brothers fell asleep during this conversation, and that night every room in the Lin family was filled with the sound of conversation about building the house.

The next morning, a new day began with the crowing of roosters and barking of dogs.

After the busy farming season ended, the villagers began waiting for the government to send people to collect the grain tax. Fortunately, there has been no special comment about the grain tax so far this year.

This is the best news for farmers. After all, no change is the best outcome.

At least there is no increase in grain tax, right?

"Boss, after breakfast let's go to the village chief's house to talk about building a house." After slurping a large bowl of corn porridge, the old man wiped his mouth, stood up and started shouting.

"Okay, Dad." Lin Daniu added another half bowl of porridge to himself and slurped it faster.

After the busy farming season was over, the Lin family basically returned to a short-term lifestyle of two meals a day, except that now the family would also prepare some coarse flour cakes from time to time.

The main reason was that the white flour bought before the busy farming season had left Grandma Lin with psychological trauma.

So now Grandma Lin tries to be less stingy, for fear that the child will go hungry. He bought white flour from the town and came back to eat meat buns.

The news that the Lin family was building a house quickly spread throughout Linjia Village. In the afternoon, the eldest grandfather of the Lin family came with a cane.

"Guandan is at home, where is your grandfather?" The great grandfather glanced at the Lin family yard and did not see his older brother, so he asked.

Guangdan turned his head and stopped what he was doing. Then he saw the great-grandfather and quickly stood up to greet him.

"My grandfather is in the backyard. Please sit for a while and I'll call him!" He led the man to sit in the shade of a tree and rushed to the backyard.

Then the two old men talked in detail about the Lin family’s house construction.

The two brothers have always had a good relationship over the years, so when building the house this time, several uncles and cousins ​​from my great-grandfather's family were the largest source of labor.

Fang Cuihua was not stingy and prepared a pretty good lunch for everyone on the first day of laying the foundation.

The family stewed the stored cured rabbit with pickles, and added the abundant fresh vegetables from the fields at this time of year, so they cooked two large pots of vegetables with oil residue. The staple food was the mixed grain and bean rice, which was rarely seen in the village.

In addition to meat dishes, the most amazing thing is the array of small pickled vegetables, which are newly developed by Cao Lian under Guangdan's theoretical guidance during this period.

Apart from the salt, sugar and soy sauce, everything else is fine. To put it bluntly, the seasonings are more expensive than the raw materials.

This is Guangdan's shallow understanding of this era. For farmers, what grows in their own fields is the least valuable.

Just because of these little pickles, Grandma Lin remained silent at home for several days. It really broke her heart!

They are all copper coins!!!

The old lady has a love-hate relationship with Guangdan!

Now, after finishing my work every day, I just recite the Buddha statue I brought back from the temple, and I don’t want to care about these spendthrifts at home.

In fact, the old lady couldn't do anything even if she wanted to.

Grandma Lin: It’s really sad.