After eating, the two of them sat under the locust tree in the yard, looking at the crooked fence gate.

Ning Yan has the intention to rectify the house, the fence gate can't stop the faceless and skinless family, and she will definitely go up the mountain in the future, in that case, Ning Youyu will be bullied to death if she is alone at home.

It is imperative to build houses with high walls.

When he returned to the room, he took out the money bag hidden in the crack in the wall, and looked at the remaining silver inside, Ning Yan counted it several times, and it was 29 taels or three coins, which was not much for a penny.

Carrying the money, I wondered what kind of house I wanted to build.

Ning Yan's actions did not hide Ning Youyu, Ning Youyu looked at the crack in the wall, and then looked at the silver in Ning Yan's hand, his eyes were round, and he was a little panicked, what is the purpose of taking out the money now: "Mother, what are you going to do?" ”

"Build a house, build a house and raise a dog, for guarding."

"Build a house?" Ning Youyu's face wrinkled, he also wanted to live in a big house and a new house, but it was a lot of money to build a house, and it hurt!

"Hmm." It's imperative.

Seeing that Ning Yan is so resolute, if he saves money, he swallows it in his stomach, maybe if he builds a house, he will not die or live in three days, that is a good thing, in this way of thinking Ning Youyu gritted his teeth and said: "Then build a house!" ”

"Let's go, go to the village chief's house." It is still necessary to report to the village chief for such a major event as building a house.

At the moment of going out, Ning Yan also wrapped a bag of sugar cubes, and he still had to understand the relationship when he went out to find someone to help.

It's not always good to be empty-handed.

The village chief of Gouziwan is surnamed Zhao, in his forties, wearing a navy blue collared shirt, gray trousers, and a cigarette stick in his hand.

The moment he saw Ning Yan, his eyes flashed, the people in the village said that the big girl had changed, he didn't believe it at first, but now he couldn't believe it when he saw himself, the big girl in front of him was full of energy, and it was not at all the same as the gloomy appearance of the original wilting bar, and he smoked the cigarette stick hard, and smoked the tobacco burning in the smoke pot red.

"Why did the eldest girl of the Ning family come over today, is there something?"

"It's a bit of a problem." Ning Yan nodded and continued: "The house at the foot of the mountain is getting more and more dilapidated, and I am getting older, so I am thinking about building a new house, just on the edge of the forest behind the courtyard. ”

"Building a house is not a trivial matter, and the cost is unaffordable for ordinary people."

Ning Yan was not a fool, he naturally knew what the village chief was suspicious of, and smiled: "Don't worry about this, there is still some money, the day before yesterday, I went to the mountains and picked up a roe deer, and I was favored by the nobles of the county, and now I have a little money in my hand." ”

"Nacheng, you take Mr. Xue to see the place, and I'll row it for you after you take a good look."

Mr. Xue in the village chief's mouth is a feng shui and fortune teller, and people from ten miles and eight towns will go to Mr. Xue to see feng shui before building a house.

Even if you don't understand anything, you can still get a lottery.

Anyway, Mr. Xue doesn't collect much money.

In the memory of the original owner, this Mr. Xue is a little chattering on weekdays.

But when encountering things, he is still reliable, and he has a little dabbling in medical skills, and he doesn't know how much more powerful than the barefoot doctor who walks the streets, no matter who has a headache and brain fever, he will go to Mr. Xue.

Ning Yan put the paper bag in his hand on the table and pushed it: "Then thank the village chief Uncle first, these are a few pieces of sugar cubes, give them small beans to boil sugar water to drink." ”

Xiaodouzi is the grandson of the village chief, and he is two years older than Ning Youyu. Isn't it true that such an old child likes to drink a bowl of sweet sugar water.

But sugar is a precious thing, not you can drink it all the time, and the sugar cube that Ning Yan brought is a great thing.

The village chief is happy and worried, happy that the girl in front of him really has the money to build a house, and worried that the young man is extravagant, and even dares to buy things like sugar cubes, so he doesn't know how to save flowers.

Although the thoughts in his heart were complicated, he still kindly reminded Ning Yan: "The government approval required for the girl's land division is easy to get, but you have to have a leader to help you build a house, if the Ning family is more reliable, you can find your second uncle, but now do you have the right person in your heart for this situation?" ”

"Uncle the village chief thinks who is more suitable." Although he inherited the intermittent memory of the original owner, Ning Yan didn't want to rely on the memory of the original owner to make some decisions at this time.

"If you don't dislike it, big girl, let your brother Zhao Liang help."

"Brother Zhao must be good if he has time, I'm afraid that I will delay Brother Zhao Liang's formality."

"Wherever there is anything serious, it is to help people run errands." The village chief shook his head, although he said these modest words, the smile on his face had already revealed the satisfaction in his heart.

Zhao Liang, the son of the village chief, was twenty-five or sixteen years old, and received a position as a temporary worker in the county seat's yamen, although the formal income of a temporary worker was not much.

But wearing that soap suit and walking around the market with a horizontal knife in his hand, the gray income is the income of ordinary people in a month.

Of course, the big head is still scored to the top, and the rest of the money is not much left after a few people who patrol together in the restaurant, but the food always goes into the stomach.

You can also bring half a roast chicken and duck home from time to time, which is enough to make people envious.

In this regard, Village Chief Zhao is still very satisfied.

"The village chief and uncle have said so, then it will trouble Brother Zhao Liang."

"No trouble, what's the trouble with this." The village chief shook his head, he was the village chief who could make the people in the village live a little better, and he would definitely work hard.

If it was Ning Yan who was full of decay before, he would definitely not say much.

But now Ning Da girl's body is full of energy, and the whole person is full of energy, even if such a person does not have a good future, but he will not worry about food and clothing.

Walking out of the village chief's house, Ning Yan walked towards Mr. Xue's courtyard.

Mr. Xue's yard is not far from the thatched house where Ning Yan lives, and Mr. Xue's yard is much more luxurious than the thatched house, and probably the house in the whole village is not as spacious and elegant as Mr. Xue's.

The courtyard of Sanjin stands at the foot of the mountain, and various herbs are planted among the red tiles and white walls.

After knocking on the door, he followed a young boy inside, and walked through the cloister, where on the mahogany railing next to the cloister were several pots, which were densely packed with plants, which seemed to be in the shape of cotton......

Ning Yan took a breath and saw for a long time, cotton can still be planted in a flower pot like this, shouldn't this thing be planted in a good field?

A pot is crammed together, and the stalks are as thin as rice stalks.

This kind of cotton can probably only bloom and not spit out!

Staring at the cotton seedlings, Ning Yan's face was covered with an indescribable look.

The boy walked ahead in a gray robe, and when he found that Ning Yan had not followed, he stopped and opened his mouth to shout, "Ning Niangzi? ”

Ning Yan's attention still fell on the potted plant, and after carefully searching in the memory of the original owner, she didn't find anything related to cotton.