Since the roof had already been replaced, Chen Hui and the others slept a bit longer.
He had already instructed Ding Xiaojuan to borrow the adobe mold from the brigade.
By two o'clock, the five of them went out with their tools again.
Ding Xiaojuan stayed home and took out pen and paper to write down the necessities for her household.
The first one was a cast iron pot. She wrote them out one by one, and finally, Ding Xiaojuan sighed. There were so many; usually, she didn't feel it, but now she really felt the old saying was true: a broken home is worth a fortune, it's spot on.
Although there's quite a lot needed, it shouldn't cost much, and the two of them could still afford it. The most expensive items would be the iron pot, the kitchen knife, and the lock.
By three o'clock, Ding Xiaojuan also carried her shovel and went out. This was work for her own home, and she felt it was necessary to be involved.
