The new book of the burning prairie star

"Yes, there are several of them. The closest one is behind my house. It belongs to my eldest nephew. It was built a few years ago and he was sent to the capital by the owner to be the shopkeeper. The whole family followed him half a year ago."

Yang Biao became interested: "Uncle, can I take a look?"

"I'll go get the key from my wife. You wait here for a moment." The headman hurried out of the house to get the key from his wife.

"Well, okay." Yang Biao was very well-behaved.

After a while, Yang Biao followed the village head to a courtyard: "Although no one lives here, your aunt and the younger generations in the family clean it every day." The village head introduced it to Yang Biao while unlocking the door.

After opening the gate, the first thing you see is a persimmon tree with persimmons hanging on it. There is a well in the yard. Continue walking forward. The structure of the house inside is similar to that of the Yang family's old house. The only difference is that this house is made entirely of blue bricks, and the materials used are also very exquisite. There are several places on the roof with glazed tiles, so the light in the house is very bright.

"Uncle, the village head, I am very satisfied. Let's rent this place." Yang Biao turned to look at the village head and asked, "How is the rent calculated?"

"Just pay the rent as you see fit. They're all our own houses," the head of the village said politely.

"Then I'll give you 100 coins a month, Uncle Lizheng. How long will it take to build the house?"

"It will take more time to drive the piles and dig the foundation. The wooden windows, doors and frames are also quite troublesome. How many rooms do you need to build, Brother Biao?"

"My mother and my brother and sister-in-law each have one room, and I need a study. I need five rooms in total." Yang Biao said as he counted the people.

"Brother Biao, you must have a kitchen, and also a room to store food." The head of the village reminded Yang Biao.

"Yes, yes, thank you so much for your reminder. Uncle the village head is very thoughtful. I didn't even think of it." Yang Biao expressed his sincere gratitude.

"After the house is built, it will take some time to dry. It will take up to three months."

"Then the boy will just rent it for three months. I'll have to trouble the village chief uncle to build a house."

"You are such a young kid, why are you so long-winded?" The village head thought Yang Biao was too polite and kept saying thank you and trouble.

"Okay, then I won't say thank you or anything like that. I'll bring my mom and the others to live here later."

"So fast?" The head of the village was a little confused. He had rented a house many times before, but this was the first time he had rented it right after the negotiation. However, thinking about the special nature of Yang Biao's house, he understood: "Well, these furniture are placed here. You can use them as long as you can use them."

"Okay, uncle the village head, I'll go pick up mom and sister right away." Yang Biao wanted to take his family away from the Yang family's old house right now, immediately, and stay away from it. It was too damn disgusting.

"Well, just let me know if you need my help!" The village head watched the thin boy walk away and shook his head. Dashan is a man who seems to be getting more lifelike as he gets older.

"Mom, Xiaohua, have you guys finished packing?" Seeing Xiaohua walking out of the room with the quilt in her arms, she hurried over to grab it and threw it back on the bed: "Don't use this one, make a new one later."

"Why not..." Xiao Zhang was unhappy. It would cost too much to buy a new one.

"Mom, listen to me." Yang Biao held down little Zhang's hand as she was about to pick up the quilt: "Take all the books out of my room. Take your dowry box, which is of commemorative significance. For the rest, just take some clothes for changing."

Although Xiao Zhang was reluctant to part with these items, her eldest son insisted on not taking them, and she didn't want to go against her child.

"Wow, he's really gone!" When Yang Ping'an came home from the fields at night, the first thing he did was to run into the main room, stand at the door where Xiao Zhang lived, and look around. Then he ran to the west room: "Grandma, grandma, Yang Biao's books are gone."

"Hey, the bed and quilt were not moved, only books and clothes for changing were taken." Yang Meihua also went into the house to search.

"It's great! This is the first time I feel the house is so big!" Wang was in a good mood.

Li, who was a little pregnant, watched silently, and Yang Xiaozhen walked over to help her back to the house. "Mom, are the third brother and his family really not coming back?" Qian Xiang cried so sadly.

"She won't come back, but Qian Xiang can go to play with Third Brother." Li comforted her.

"Wow, aunt is so bad, I hate her the most." Caixiang was also very sad. Qianxiang was also tired of crying and lay down on the edge of the bed. Soon the two sisters fell asleep.

"Sister-in-law made such a fuss, but Dad didn't say a word today." Yang Xiaozhen couldn't understand.

"Ever since second brother passed away, second sister-in-law, except for cooking in the kitchen, works in the fields when she goes out. The rest of the time she stays in her room and doesn't come out to avoid suspicion. Even so, eldest sister-in-law still finds trouble with second sister-in-law and always makes trouble for her, but she never dares to do so in front of our parents. Think carefully about why she is so bold today?" Sometimes Li wanted to knock on Yang Xiaozhen's wooden head.

"Brother Zi'an is getting married soon, but they haven't found a new house yet." Li saw that Yang Xiaozhen was still in deep thought and gave a reminder.

"No way! Just for the sake of the eldest grandson, you said that Dad also wants to drive my second sister-in-law out?" Yang Xiaozhen was a little surprised.

"You only have to give half of your earnings to the public, and we have to save up the rest. We have to rely on ourselves for everything. Otherwise, the dowries of Caixiang and the other two sisters will be too shabby and not good looking. And the baby in your belly will also need money to get married when she grows up. Your father can forget about it. He is too biased."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." Yang Xiaozhen touched his wife's belly and felt movement inside: "He moved, he moved, my son kicked me." Li looked at her excited husband, stroking her belly with her left hand, with a smile on her face.

Here, Yang Biao and his mother and son were having dinner at the village head's house. "Come on, Qiao'er, don't be polite, eat as much as you want." The village head's wife put a piece of bacon into Xiao Zhang's bowl and said, "Xiaohua, eat too, just treat it as your own home."

"Thank you, aunt!" Yang Xiaohua smiled sweetly.

"Brother Biao, eat." The headman picked up a piece of scrambled egg and put it into Yang Lin's bowl.

"Thank you, uncle head of the village." Yang Lin also hurried to express his gratitude.

"Why are you so formal? We are a family." The second daughter-in-law of the village head said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, stop thanking everyone and eat your meal quickly." The wife of the village head greeted them warmly.

After dinner, Yang Biao and his mother returned to the rented yard. After a while, they saw the village head's wife holding a pot and handing it to Xiao Zhang: "This pot is also at home, you can use it, the bowls and chopsticks will be ready later..."

"Tomorrow we are going to the town to buy things. Auntie has helped us so much, and I really have no way to repay you. I will work like a slave in the next life to repay you." Little Zhang choked up a little.

"What's the big deal?" The village head's wife said, "If there's anything, just shout in the yard."

"Okay, got it." Xiao Zhang sent her to the gate of the courtyard.

"Alright, alright, don't see me off. It's just a few steps away. Go wash up. I'm leaving now."