"Alright, don't be so glum. Isn't it just about the house's facade? In a couple of years when things get better, we can decorate however we want. We'll make it so city folks are envious, wishing they could trade their high-rise for our little brick house, right?" Seeing her silly husband still sulking, Shuzhen couldn't help but laugh, pulling his arm and comforting him for quite a while.
It's already late 1974, approaching the autumn harvest, and the end of these oppressive times is genuinely not far off!
"I'm just a big man, does it matter what kind of house I live in? All these years you haven't particularly cared for anything, but now you've finally got your eye on something, and yet you have to worry about this and that. We have money but can't spend it freely, it's really annoying. I earn my money honestly, why can't I let my wife enjoy spending it as she wishes?
Actually, you don't have to worry so much, if..."
