"How hard life is!"

Song Juan felt very melancholy when she thought that she, like her nephews, could not have their own lucky money.

Sure enough, the older you get, the more trouble you get.

Seeing the three little nephews playing in the mud together, Song Juan couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Of course, this little bit of envy disappeared in an instant.

Because little babies will eventually grow up.

They don't even need to grow up. When they realize the use of money, their current happiness will disappear little by little.

During lunch, Song Juan returned to Lao Song's house with her four nephews who had turned into clay monkeys.

There is no need to change clothes, but hands must be washed.

While the four little nephews were washing their hands, Song Juan was already looking at the bathroom that was about to be completed.

Most of the wall has been erected.

The ground has been paved with gravel and is just waiting for cement to be smoothed.

Everything is as Song Laifu said, this house can be built in one day.

However, it will still take some time before it can be put into use.

After all, cement plastering and the like take time to solidify.

Regarding this, Song Juan had no experience at all, but fortunately Song Laifu understood it quite well.

Lunch was pretty much the same as in the morning, consisting of stew in a big pot and steamed buns with noodles.

The only stew for lunch is eggplant, potato and meat slices.

The beans have been stewed in the morning.

However, the eggplant and potato stewed meat slices taste better than the morning. At least, this is Song Juan's dish, and she will not only eat potatoes.

After eating, everyone just rested for a while and then continued working.

Building a house is not just about working in the fields, so you have to hurry up.

After all, it’s a nice day now, who knows what it will be like tonight?

Especially in summer, the weather changes so quickly.

Song Juan didn't go up the mountain to cut pigweed today. After all, she had to take care of the three little pigs.

Song Mingbo, a little big guy, can take care of himself, and Song Juan doesn't need to worry about it.

In the middle of the afternoon, Song Juan discovered that her third brother had arrived in the village on his bicycle.

"Third brother, why are you here?"

"dad!"

"dad!"

"Third uncle!"

Seeing Song Jianjun coming, the three little ones shouted in unison.

Not bad, you can all recognize people!

Song Juan was still thinking whether Song Mingwen and Song Mingwu would not recognize their father after not seeing them these days. She never thought that the two little ones would be deeply impressed by their father.

"Did you obey me at grandpa's house?"

Song Jianjun got out of the car, picked up his two sons, and gave each of them a kiss.

"obedient!"

"aunt!"

"Cry and obey!"

Well, this means that they are very obedient and listen to their aunt.

Song Juan took a deep breath and expressed that she was not wronged.

How can I stop crying after such a long time?

"Third brother, don't you have any classes today?"

"Settled with someone else!"

Song Jianjun had a straight face and said as if he was unhappy with Song Juan, "Why don't you tell me when your family is building a house?"

"Aren't you busy?"

Song Juan curled her lips, what's wrong, this has become her own, right?

Besides, just building a house for bathing is not a big project. Is it necessary to mobilize so much effort?

Song Jianjun snorted: "I'll tell you later!"

Song Juan spread her hands and said that it was not her idea not to tell her third brother. It was clearly because her parents were worried about tiring her third son.

Who told Song Jianjun's father-in-law to be sick now and need someone to take care of him!

If Song Jianjun is free, do you think they will let him go?

Song Juan was too lazy to argue with Song Jianjun and watched the other party push the cart towards Lao Song's house.

However, because of Song Jianjun's arrival, Song Mingwen and Song Mingwu no longer wanted to play at their fourth uncle's house and had to go back with them.

Song Juan looked at the two little beans making a fuss and could only hold Song Minggang's hand and follow them.

As for Song Mingbo, I don’t know where he went crazy with a group of friends.

When Song Juan returned to Old Song's house with her three little ones, she saw that Song Jianjun had quickly changed into old clothes at home and joined the army of workers.

"Juan'er, what did you tell your third brother?"

Li Guilan came out of the house and found Song Juan.

Song Juan spread her hands and pouted: "I guess Song Mingsong may have let it slip at school!"

None of them told Song Jianjun.

When Li Guilan thought about it, she felt that this should be the case.

…

When the sun turns west, the house is completed.

The old Song family is still in charge of the food.

But at this time, the meals were much richer than those in the morning and lunch, and even wine was served.

In addition to the large pot of stewed meat, there was also a specially prepared pot of braised pork head with cucumbers and cold salad.

The braised pork head meat was brought over by Song Jianjun. It happened to be in stock at the commune, so he bought it back.

Song Jianjun knew the rules of hiring people to work and managing meals in the village.

Keeping full is one thing, eating well is another step.

For ordinary people, three meals are enough to fill you up, and a few slices of meat are pretty good.

But if the old Song family follows the trend, they will be disliked by others.

Of course, people who come to work will not dislike it.

It's just those people who didn't come to work who like to gossip.

As for this nonsense, it's not easy for you to control it.

But if these rumors are allowed to spread, the reputation of the old Song family will inevitably be affected.

With this dish of pork head meat and cucumber salad, the quality of this dinner was much higher. Everyone enjoyed the meal, although everyone did not eat a few slices of pork head meat.

After having enough food and wine, everyone went back to their homes.

After everyone left, Song Jianjun sat on the kang with a gloomy expression.

"Lao San, what are you doing?"

Li Guilan saw Song Jianjun's face and stepped forward to slap him.

The mother never beats her son, no matter when.

"Mom, do you still think that I am your son?"

"My family is going to build a house. It's such a big deal, but why didn't anyone tell me?"

"If I hadn't heard that guy Mingsong talk about it, I wouldn't have known about it!"

"When people in the village saw that our family was building a house, and my son, who lives so close, didn't come, they might have made up lies. What on earth were you thinking?"

Song Jianjun expressed his grievance.

Song Laifu and Li Guilan looked at each other and said, "Third brother, our family just builds a small house. It's not a big deal. It can be done in one day. Since you have been so busy recently, we are just thinking about it and won't tell you!"
To be continued...