The host is not making progress, and the system is helpless. "How can you be satisfied with the status quo and not make progress?"

Song Hongguo said matter-of-factly, "Because the current situation is already very good."

After reviving his life, he spent only 200 yuan to live in the big house he had dreamed of in his previous life. He could live the ideal pastoral life of growing flowers in the front yard and vegetables in the backyard. He even had two beautiful and intelligent sons without even looking for a man.

, is there any better situation than this? If she is not satisfied, she will be struck by lightning?

The system refused to give up, "...you have to have higher pursuits, and you have to have the courage to jump out of the comfort zone. There are more beautiful things outside the comfort zone that you can't imagine."

"Maybe it's because of a bloody head." Song Hongguo claims that she is sober in the world and is not bewitched by it. She is not a newbie in the workplace. She just throws in some chicken blood and rushes forward without hesitation. "I think the little rich will be safe."

Just right. If you are too ambitious and float too high, you will fall easily. Your thoughts are very dangerous."

Didn't she curl up too much in her previous life and exhaust herself to death?

"..." What should I do if I don't agree with the host's three views?

"By the way, why did you try to trick me into enabling the comment function?" Song Hongguo was thinking too much for a moment, "You're not trying to dig a hole for me, are you?"

"Don't talk about conspiracy theories." The system yelled at her angrily, "I simply think that would be better for you, help increase your popularity, and help you get out of the circle faster."

Song Hongguo was silent for a while, and then said lonelyly, "No matter how hot I am, I can't reach that world anymore."

"You can reach it!"

"Um?"

The system refused to say any more, "I'm not asking you to be ambitious and conquer the stars and the sea. Anyway, just don't be too content with the status quo."

Song Hongguo thought about it, could she wear it again?

…

It took more than two hours to clean up the three main rooms of the main house. Song Hongguo was very tired. She didn't exercise at ordinary times and would easily suffer from back pain after doing a little work. At this moment, Zhao Zhenhua had already removed the dust from the east and west bungalows.

After everything was cleaned up, Zhao Baoqing was weeding in the backyard. When he saw that he was free, he urged him to take over the work he was doing and went out to the brigade to get the kang mat.

Qiao Yonghui had more trouble wiping the roof. At this moment, they had just cleaned up the west flat house. Song Hongguo and the two little ones sat on the steps of the front building to rest for a while. Then they got up and took out the aluminum kettle from the sack to boil water.

There are three small rooms in the Xiping house, and in the middle is the kitchen, which the locals call the dining room. Moreover, the wall leading in and out is only half-section, open like a fence, so that the smoke from the fire can be easily dispersed, and it is also for the purpose of brightening the light.

There is an earthen stove inside. The stove top is very wide and can put a lot of things on it. In addition, there is a water tank and a table. The height and length of the table are compared with the half of the wall, and they are in one place.

Just place a cutting board on top.

The small rooms on both sides were empty, but Song Hongguo could tell that one was used as a dining room and the other was a place for washing, because a ditch was dug on the ground to facilitate the drainage of sewage.

There was a small pile of chopped branches and half a box of matches stacked in the dining room. Song Hongguo clumsily drew one, used corn husk leaves to light the fire, and then slowly stuffed the branches into the stove. With that cautious posture,

She was even more nervous than the first time she went on the operating table.

"If not, I'll do it."

"Ah? That's fine..."

Song Hongguo decisively gave up her seat to Ling Zhi. She saw that he moved the branches that were inserted skillfully and spread them apart. He blew a few breaths and the flames started to shoot up. One look at him showed that he was a skilled person.

The aluminum kettle was only half filled with water so it would boil faster. Qiao Yonghui brought the water from the well in the backyard. He helped fill the water tank with a gourd ladle floating on top of the water.

After a while, the water boiled. Song Hongguo took out several enamel jars and squeezed some tea leaves into them. As soon as the boiling water was brewed, the aroma of jasmine filled the room.

Song Hongguo called Zhao Zhenhua and Qiao Yonghui to come drink tea. Qiao Yonghui didn't respond and was busy working in Dongping House. Zhao Zhenhua came happily as soon as he called. When he smelled the fragrance of tea, his eyes suddenly brightened, "My cousin is so polite.

"

"As long as my cousin likes to drink."

"I like it, I definitely like it." Zhao Zhenhua spoke decisively, holding the enamel jar, blowing on it, slowly taking a sip, and narrowing his eyes in intoxication, "What a great tea!"

"..."

The tea in the grain and oil store is not really good tea, but these days, not everyone in the village, not even the workers in the city, can drink tea. Tea also requires a ticket, and it is not distributed every month, so

Even ordinary tea leaves seem precious.

"When is my cousin going to move in?" Zhao Zhenhua chatted with her while drinking tea.

"Tomorrow."

"Well, let it ventilate overnight and smoke it with mugwort, and you can live in it tomorrow. By the way, tomorrow is the Xiguan Fair. If you are short of something, go there to buy it. It's cheap and doesn't require a ticket. It's from the aluminum factory.

Workers also like to go shopping. It is open from early in the morning to noon, and it is very lively."

"Really? How many days does one episode last?"

"It used to be once every five days, but now it's every ten, twenty and thirty every month."

The current policy does not support individual business activities, but allows buying and selling in the name of the collective. The emergence of the market not only facilitates the members of the entire commune, but also gives each brigade an opportunity to generate income. Zhao Zhenhua asked her intentionally and told her everything.

, and picked up all the side businesses operating in every village.

For example, some brigades make tofu, some brigades can make simple stoneware, and some brigades have specially opened up a piece of land to grow vegetables and sell them to workers in the aluminum factory, while their tomato brigade sells reed weaving.

Kang mat and curtain.

"Aren't there any sellers of baskets and baskets?"

"Yes, that thing is not valuable. There are people in every brigade who weave it with wicker sticks and sell them at the market. How can anyone in the village buy it? They are all sold to workers. Only Ruizi is more particular. That kind of work is really needed.

You have some skills. There are only a few people in our team who can do it. If you want to use it, I will take you to get another one later."

"Okay..." When buying something from someone, you can't say buy it, you have to say exchange it. Song Hongguo smiled and asked, "Is there anyone who makes furniture?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhenhua looked outside and lowered his voice and said, "There is a carpenter in the Dongguan Brigade who also takes jobs privately and the money is quite high..."

He paused for a moment and continued, "If you don't do that, ahem, you can also ask Yonghui. He learned from Uncle Cheng. Uncle Cheng often praised him for being smart and he is good at carpentry work."

Song Hongguo understood what he meant. She was worried that she might have thoughts about Qiao Yonghui's identity. She said, "As long as you do a good job, everything else is not important."

"That's what I mean. In fact, Yonghui... is a very nice person." Zhao Zhenhua sighed, "However, when you ask him to work, you have to avoid people to avoid criticism."
Chapter completed!