Reborn as a Tough Army Wife-Chapter 79 - 75: Building a House (Third Update)

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After hearing this, Luo Dalin looked up at Fang Pingying and nodded, then turned to Luo Zhiyong and said, "Zhiyong, your wife is really impressive. So young, yet she was the first to respond to the nation’s call, starting her own business. She’s even more capable than quite a few men in our village."

After a slight pause, he looked at Luo Dashan and asked, "Big brother, I heard that whenever there’s business, it’s her and Hong Lan handling it in town by themselves. Nobody from your family really helps out."

Luo Dashan didn’t know what to say, he just smiled awkwardly and remained silent.

However, Luo Zhiyong couldn’t really speak ill of his family in front of his uncle, so he tactfully lightened the subject, "Yes, the family is busy, and my leg has been injured, so I can only help with what I can at home. It’s all done by themselves."

Luo Dalin was also aware of the Luo family’s situation and did not press further.

In the end, he looked at Luo Zhiyong and then at Fang Pingying, nodding his head with a look of approval, "Mmm, you’ve got yourself a good wife – capable and family-oriented, and respectful towards your parents. You must cherish her. Just make sure you don’t get influenced by those fancy ideas from the city folk after staying there for too long."

"Yes, yes, that won’t happen," Luo Zhiyong replied with a somewhat embarrassed smile.

Seeing Luo Zhiyong’s awkward expression, Auntie Qiu Xiu stepped in to lighten the mood, "Look at your uncle, really becoming senile, talking all this nonsense when they’ve only been married for a few months."

Fang Pingying, after hearing this, hurriedly laughed it off and waved her hands, "It’s fine, it’s fine. Uncle’s advice is solid. If he really starts getting those fancy ideas, I wouldn’t stay with him."

Luo Dalin was actually very fond of Fang Pingying’s personality. He laughed heartily, repeatedly saying that Luo Dashan’s son had married well and that she was much better than his own daughter-in-law.

Having gotten the uncle’s approval, Fang Pingying and the others didn’t want to disturb their mealtime anymore.

They had planned to ask Cheng Fei to help with the house construction, but when they saw Cheng Fei later go into the house with his wife and not come out again, it felt inappropriate to ask.

Instead, it was Luo Dalin who mentioned that he had to run an errand in the morning, but he would be free to lend them a hand in the afternoon.

Fang Pingying and the others returned home, where breakfast was already prepared.

This was not under Fang Pingying’s management anymore, and immediately things were different at home.

Usually, Fang Pingying made porridge or steamed buns for breakfast, or they would just reheat leftovers to get by in the morning.

It seemed Zhou Yunmei wanted to demonstrate the difference now that she was managing the meals. She actually got up early to buy some meat from a family in the village that had slaughtered a pig, and she also cooked some dishes.

For an early morning meal, they had eggplant stir-fried with pork alongside white rice, as well as scrambled eggs and a vegetable dish – a very lavish breakfast indeed.

After seeing this, Fang Pingying didn’t say anything. After all, the money was managed by Zhou Yunmei, so she could do whatever she liked. As long as there was money, Fang Pingying was fine with eating like this every meal, since she also got to enjoy it. Who wouldn’t want better meals? ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Luo Zhiming and his wife Fang Xiu arrived at the kitchen and saw the bountiful breakfast. Fang Xiu immediately flattered Zhou Yunmei, "Mom’s really the best at managing the home, just look at how the food has changed."

Zhou Yunmei glanced dismissively at Fang Pingying and proudly said, "Xiu’er, rest assured. Others may say your mom doesn’t know how to manage the house, but your mom knows exactly what she’s doing. We’ll spend the money where it needs to be spent; I won’t make you two suffer."

"Well said, I feel the same way." Fang Xiu naturally preferred Zhou Yunmei managing the household, as either way, it was no loss for the couple.

Two mothers-in-law were singing and responding to each other, and they seemed extremely happy. Fang Pingying hoped that after a while, the two of them could still be this happy.

After dinner, Luo Zhiming was about to go out, but Luo Zhiyong called out to stop him, "Zhiming, don’t go out these next couple of days, help me build the house."

During dinner, Luo Zhiyong had also mentioned building the house to the family, and everyone at home was aware of it. No one opposed, because it didn’t touch any of their interests at all, and the hardship was solely on Fang Pingying and her family.

Only Fang Xiu felt somewhat reluctant when she heard Luo Zhiyong calling Luo Zhiming to help with the work.

It was clear that Fang Pingying would never divide the money among them no matter what, so why would they help with her work? If there was work to be done, she could spend money to hire people to come and do it.

But Luo Zhiming wasn’t so calculative, and he dared not retort in front of Luo Zhiyong, so he just nodded, "Okay."

Although it was just a simple mud-brick house, it was still quite a large undertaking.

Fortunately, Luo Dashan had some knowledge of building houses, and with Luo Zhiyong knowing how to lay bricks, with Luo Zhiming and Fang Pingying lending a hand.

By the afternoon, Luo Dalin came to help, and he also brought Qiu Xiu, Cheng Fei, and their family’s fifteen-year-old Yu’er, who came to help after school.

Seeing this, Luo Dashan felt it wasn’t right to let Zhou Yunmei sit idle at home, so he personally went back to call her over as well.

Zhou Yunmei was chatting with some people at the entrance of the village when she heard they needed her help with the house-building, she was extremely reluctant.

Only when Luo Dashan was truly about to lose his temper did she begrudgingly go home to change clothes and come over to lend a hand.

Luo Dashan also knew how to lay bricks, and with the help of him, Luo Zhiyong, and the others as assistants, a mud-brick house could be finished quickly. The whole family spent an entire day, and by the time it got dark, the house was built.

They only had to wait until tomorrow to buy tiles to complete the roof.

The moisture inside the house was heavy, so Fang Pingying specially placed several brazier in the center of the house to dry it quickly.

The second uncle’s family helped with the work, and Fang Pingying intended to keep them for dinner. However, Zhou Yunmei was not happy about it, saying that there was nothing at home and she hadn’t prepared anything.

Fang Pingying had no choice but to personally speak to Qiu Xiu and arranged to have lunch at their house the next day, planning to buy some stuff from the town and bring it back.

Qiu Xiu certainly knew Zhou Yunmei’s temperament, and she strongly declined it, saying that it wasn’t necessary to have a meal just for helping, as it was normal to help each other.

In the end, Fang Pingying took the opportunity to mention that they would still need their help putting up the tiles the next day, and if Qiu Xiu did not agree to have a meal at their house, she wouldn’t dare to ask them for help again. This finally got Qiu Xiu to agree.

The next day was market day, and Zhou Yunmei was eager to get to town early to withdraw money, so she didn’t bother to cook breakfast. She just added some water to the leftovers from last night’s dinner and boiled them, not caring if it was enough, she just left it in the pot for whomever wanted to serve themselves.

It wasn’t just Zhou Yunmei from the Luo family who was concerned about the money, but everyone was.

So no one complained about the casual breakfast. After all, when Zhou Yunmei changed her clothes to go to town, Fang Xiu’s couple and Luo Cuilan had already changed and were waiting in the courtyard.

Fang Pingying wasn’t in a hurry anyhow, because the redemption slip had Luo Zhiyong’s name on it, and definitely, only Luo Zhiyong himself could withdraw the money.

Even if Zhou Yunmei was waiting outside the post office early in the morning, they wouldn’t hand over the money to her. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)