The biggest thought? …… I just want to have my own field, not limited to one acre or two acres, if I can eat the grain harvested in my own field, it is beautiful to think about. Du Shu thought about it and scratched his head.

"That's the only one?" Du Mei was a little surprised, but she thought about it, the peasants all regard the field as their life, Du Zhong has been working for half his life, Du Shicheng treated him well before, and now Du Mei is better for them, but the father and son do not have their own fields, just like the duckweed without roots, they always feel inferior in front of people.

"Again...... I just want to have a bed of my own. Seeing Du Mei still asking, Du Shu squeaked for a long time, blushed and said.

"Hurry up, I'll find Uncle Suo to make a bed for you." Du Mei found this wish very easy to fulfill.

"Don't, don't, we're just talking and playing, I just have a bed, and I have to have a place to rest." Du Shu sighed.

There were only two low houses in his house, half of which was occupied by the kitchen stove, half of which was piled up by the farm tools, and the other room, in addition to a bed and a wicker box, and some old tables and chairs, and if the lights were not lit at night, it was easy to bump arms and legs when walking.

"Brother Shu, if you build a house in your family, how many do you want?" Du Mei listened to his words, his heart was sour, and he lowered his head and asked.

"If there are three spacious big rooms like yours, I am so happy that I can't sleep at night!" Du Shu only gossiped with Du Mei with him, so he talked casually.

He knew very well in his heart that it would take at least more than 20 taels of silver to build such a house, and if his family had a meal and a meal, it was even more difficult to build a house than to ascend to the sky, and he didn't dare to say these words to Du Zhong on weekdays.

"Brother Shu, buying a field has to be considered in the long run, but setting a bed is just around the corner!" Du Mei's eyes were damp, and he said angrily.

"What do you say? Buy a field? My father refused, saying that he would keep the money for me to marry his daughter-in-law! Du Zhong didn't hear what Du Mei said, and said helplessly.

"Does Uncle Zhong really say that? How old are you, Uncle Zhong is in a hurry? Du Mei raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile in his tone.

"Oh, don't talk about it." Du Shu was a little embarrassed by her smile.

Seeing the courtyard gate of Du Mei's house, it was late, Du Shu was inconvenient to go in and bother, so he only stood under the big locust tree, watched Du Mei enter the courtyard, and heard the sound of Xu talking to her, so he turned around and went home.

What they said all the way that night, after Du Shu finished speaking, after sleeping all night, he left it all behind, but Du Mei remembered it deeply.

Dujiagou is surrounded by mountains and waters, the land is fertile, and the paddy fields are all first-class, if ordinary people do not have a great disaster, they will never resell the fields, and the villages next to them are either not good fields, or too far away from home.

Since then, Du Mei has been asking around who has sold the land, but there are so few that it is difficult to meet her wishes. Of course, all this was done quietly by Du Mei, and it is also a later story, so I will not mention it here for the time being.

The next day, Du Zhong and his son and Du Jiasuo set off for Zhuangzi early in the morning, and Qian Maolu commanded everyone to transport all the bricks, sand and gravel back, and cleaned up the debris in the open space in front of Du Zhong's house, and was busy until the evening before leaving.

"Uncle Zhong, you won't blame me for making decisions on my own, right?" As the sun set, the clouds burned all over the sky, Du Mei stood in front of Du Zhong's old house, and the afterglow plated her with gold.

"Meizi, it's time to go back to dinner." Xu Shi walked slowly and called in a low voice.

"Mother." Du Mei rolled his eyes and looked deeply at his mother.

"My mother knows that you are a good boy and wants to repay your Uncle Zhong's kindness, and my mother is in favor of supporting you." Xu and Du Mei stood together, although Du Mei was thin but tall, he was already on a par with Xu.

"I'm just afraid he'll lose his temper when he comes back." Du Mei said as he took his mother's arm.

"Your Uncle Zhong has helped us too much, he has always been upright, if you say it first, he will definitely refuse, and he will take this as mercy, and he will definitely not accept it. It's better to smell it first, he can't be angry and pick up the house. Xu patted Du Mei on the shoulder.

"Will Uncle Zhong scold me?" Du Mei asked.

"He won't, he'll just be a cow and a horse and try his best to repay you." Xu shook his head and said.

"But I don't want him to repay him, but I want to repay him." Du Mei frowned.

"This is where true feelings are precious, to fulfill each other and to be grateful to each other." Xu Shi took Du Mei's hand, and the mother and daughter slowly went home in the last ray of light.

Early the next morning, Qian Maolu came with more than a dozen bricklayers, Du Mei's house now has some two kicks and hanging whips, the bricklayers helped crackle and let go, Du Mei dug the first spade soil instead of Du Zhong, Du Zhong's house was in full swing and officially started.

The villagers were attracted by the sudden sound of firecrackers, and they all ran over to see what was happening. When they saw that Du Zhong's family was actually digging the foundation to build a house, they were stunned! Du Zhong's family is so poor in Dujiagou that everyone knows it.

"Is this Du Zhong farming and planting golden dolls, or what?" A woman said with hot eyes.

"Don't say it, I heard that Meizi entrusted him with the management of the 100-acre villa, but he didn't dig a golden doll." Another woman was holding the soles of her shoes and pushing them hard with a thimble.

"Could it be that Meizi built him a house?" The former woman said in disbelief.

"That's not good, this widower's ......," Xie Shi didn't know when he squeezed in and interjected.

"His third aunt, you can't talk nonsense!" The women who were talking in one place listened to Xie's words, and immediately changed their faces and avoided the side.

What is Du Mei's identity now, and what kind of family background does he earn! There were locusts in the past, and there was righteousness in the back, and the people in the village had more or less received her favors, and they all had a clear mirror in their hearts, they would rather offend the Xie family than annoy Du Mei, and besides, this woman's words were too insidious and vicious.

"Hey, look at what scared you! Could it be that she has become the king of Hades, unbelievable? Xie Shi held his stomach, his face full of disdain.

"You accumulate virtue, you still have a cub in your belly, and you are not afraid of dystocia, and you will have another fart~eye!" Mrs. Cao looked at Xie's stomach and said gloomily.

The second stunned followed Du Meigan, people became diligent, and they also earned money, Mrs. Cao is now completely defective and firmly on Du Mei's side, but if anyone dares to say half a bad word about Du Mei's family, she can catch the other party's ancestors and scold them for a long time.

Now, everyone in the village respects Du Mei's family and is willing to befriend her, gossip is almost extinct, Mrs. Cao is useless, and she happened to catch the Xie family today, where is she willing to let go.

"You old woman, what nonsense!" Xie is in a hurry, when a woman gives birth to a child, it is a life of nine deaths, and if she is a freak again, she will definitely throw it directly into the grave.

"People are doing it, and the sky is watching. Good has good and evil is rewarded, it's not that the time has not come for not retribution, and the time has come to retribution! Mrs. Cao squinted her eyes and looked at Xie viciously.

She is old, her face is full of furrows, her skin is like goosebumps, and she has an expression that seems to be angry and angry, and anyone who sees it can't help but tremble in her heart.

"I don't know you crazy woman!" Xie Shi's hair stood on end in shock at her words, and he turned to leave in a panic.

Her stomach was too big, she walked in a hurry, her feet were unstable, and she suddenly stumbled, but fortunately, she quickly held on to the big tree beside her, so she barely fell.

The people watching the excitement next to her sweated for her, and when they saw that she almost fell, they exclaimed timidly.

"Mrs. Cao, what you said is too poisonous." The woman with the sole of the shoe muttered quietly.

"Hmph, I'm for her good, so as not to parade the streets like me!" Mrs. Cao is a lot old, her ears are pointed, and she doesn't hide her ugly things, but chokes the woman so much that she has nothing to say.

Du Mei caught a glimpse of Xie and Mrs. Cao arguing in the crowd from a distance, she was too lazy to take care of it, and took care of the matters on the construction site.

The foundation of the wall of the house was laid, and after two days, Qian Maolu brought people to build the wall, three big houses, and more than ten people, almost one day at a time, stood up in the open space of Du Zhong's house.

Du Mei stayed on the construction site all day long, for fear that he would be worse than when he built his own house. Fortunately, Qian Maolu had some ways, and he didn't want Du Mei to worry about it, so he got things done one by one. Xu Shi and the three little ones were at home to arrange lunch and evening meals, so the whole family was busy.

Six days later, on the sixth day of October, Du Mei bought some sweets and pastries and beamed the house with great activity. There were carpenters in Qian Maolu's team, and they were busy nailing rafters and laying straw mats, and finally four or five people were left on the roof to slowly build the tiles.

"Well, I said ten days without a holiday, it's only the ninth day today!" Qian Maolu said proudly, and walked up to Du Mei, the afternoon sun was just right, and he raised his head with her and squinted at the roof.

"The walls haven't been painted, and the doors and windows aren't there." Du Mei said with some concern.

"Look at these people, all of them are proficient, tomorrow one day, they can be whitewashed and the doors and windows can be installed." Qian Maolu patted his chest and said. The doors and windows were done by the carpenter at the same time as the building of the house, so he had this confidence.

"Uncle Zhong will be back in a few days." Seeing the completion of the big house, Du Mei was excited, but also uneasy.

"Look, he's happy to see it!" Qian Maolu saw that a bricklayer beckoned to him, dropped this sentence, and left in a hurry.

Du Mei was thinking in her heart about how to make Du Zhong calmly accept the three big houses without getting angry, while the Xie family in the courtyard next door was worried that Ma Rong, who was becoming more and more impatient, would break into trouble.

was scolded by Mrs. Cao that day, and she had a ghost in her heart, and she inexplicably had a feeling of impending disaster. She was in a hurry, twisted, her stomach was a little uncomfortable, and she went home and lay down all the time.

The scrapped manuscript family wanted to vacate a room to run a school of righteousness, and also to make a place for lunch, but his house was full of books and put them everywhere, so he invited Sanjin and Du Jie to go to his house to help him organize and make books.

Sanjin felt that Du Mei's righteous school in the village was a matter of glory to his ancestors, he could help, and he also had brilliance on his face, and he could think of him in the scrap manuscript, which showed that he had some friendship with him.

"When are you going to come with me!" There were only two people in the family, and Ma Rong unscrupulously entered Xie's house with a bowl of sugar water eggs, and asked impatiently.

"There is no tile on the top, and there is no land on the bottom, where can I beg for food with you?" Xie Shi glanced at him, propped himself up and sat down, and pulled his hair together.

"Seeing that you are about to give birth, does my Ma family's child have to be surnamed Du!?" Ma Rong sat on the edge of the bed irritably.

"Hey, how do you know it's your species?" Xie Shi rolled his eyes disdainfully.

"It's not mine, is it still the sour man's? If he satisfies you, what will you do to me! Ma Rong stared at Xie's mouth as he took a bite of boiled eggs, and suddenly his throat became dry.