By the time Zeng Hongling returned at noon, Yuanyuan was already cooking.
"Yuanyuan, I heard that everyone in the village agreed to us building a house."
"That's good. Building a house is great."
"The aunts mentioned this morning that building a house now requires more than three hundred? And it's all made of adobe."
"We need even more, mainly because we have no manpower and need others to help us with everything."
"That's true, but it's still good. At least we'll have our own house in the future."
In the afternoon, the village chief's son came over first, asking the two to choose where to build the house.
They listened to his advice and chose a place.
"Uncle, let's just build a three-room house, and make sure the walls are enclosed and high, and the entrance has to be large enough for a car to drive in directly."
Yuanyuan stated her requirements.
"Sure, the carpenter will be here soon. He'll figure it out."
