Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

Of the five people who were sent away, only one survived and returned. This incident still makes people feel terrified.

During this period, everyone was busy building their own homes, and the outside world knew very little about the changes in Zhangjia Village. They thought that everyone was also hurriedly building simple houses, but they didn't know that they had actually built rows of neat and uniform, elegant houses made of blue bricks and red tiles. How could they achieve such an achievement with just a little silver issued by the court?

Looking at the neatly arranged brick houses and the flat stone road that stretches from the bridgehead to the edge of the village within reach, each house is paved with flat stone slabs. There are rows of young trees planted on both sides of the road, and the brick grooves at the roots of the trees look quite mysterious and arouse endless reverie.

At first, people outside had many doubts about the rumors that Zhangjia Village had built brick houses. It was not until they saw it with their own eyes that everyone was amazed and felt envious.

Mr. Guo broke the silence and spoke first, "Mr. Hong brought so many people here, I guess you have something to discuss, right?"

Since Zhang Laoer's becoming the village chief was only registered in the county and not officially announced between the two villages, it was extremely timely for Mr. Guo to ask the question at this moment.

Mr. Hong responded, "Mr. Guo, I heard that you can earn 18 cents a day working here? I just wanted to bring everyone to see, maybe you still need some help."

"Well, you see we have built the house, we have enough manpower."

Mr. Guo answered, but secretly thought that even if he was short of manpower, he would not easily accept people from Honggou Village.

Mr. Hong cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed, and asked the question in his mind: "Mr. Guo, let me be frank. Where did the money for building the house come from?"

Mr. Guo was a little surprised. How could Mr. Hong, a sophisticated man, ask such a question? But he still answered honestly: "It is subsidized by the government."

"I'm afraid it's not enough!"

Mr. Hong immediately retorted that both sides knew very well that the population of the two villages and the silver issued by the government were far from enough to cover all expenses.

Mr. Guo insisted that it was government funding. Although he did not lie, he deliberately ignored the fact that most of the bricks and tiles were made by the village. Judging from Mr. Hong's expression, he obviously knew nothing about this.

"Mr. Guo, we have known each other for so many years, I won't beat around the bush. Every household in your village has a brick house, so you must have a special way to make money. Can you take us with you?"

Mr. Hong's outspokenness not only surprised Mr. Guo, but also the villagers who originally thought that Mr. Hong was here to cause trouble. It turned out that he was seeking cooperation.

Then, everyone's attitude changed from vigilance to pride, with their chests puffed out slightly as if to show off their achievements, "Are you envious?"

"Mr. Guo, stop hiding it. Look at the changes in your village. There must be a lot of money behind it. We don't ask for too much. When you eat meat, we just want you to let us have some soup."

Mr. Hong's words seemed natural and appropriate.

Mr. Guo was unable to make a decision on his own and looked at Zhang Laoer.

The latter silently uttered the word "New Year".

"New Year's Eve?"

Mr. Hong suddenly realized that this was the secret signal of the village chief's agreement.

"Now that I have come to this, I will get straight to the point. Our village does have a plan, but we will not take action until after the New Year. When the time comes, I will send someone to notify you to come over for a detailed discussion."

"Really? You're not lying to me, are you?"

Mr. Hong was skeptical and asked Mr. Guo for confirmation again.

"In all these years, when have I ever lied to you? Besides, the two villages are so close to each other, if something big really happened, wouldn't you know about it?"

"Okay, that's settled then. I'll wait for your news."

After getting Mr. Guo's assurance, Mr. Hong led the team away with satisfaction.

After they left, several villagers gathered around and asked in confusion: "Village Chief, do you really want to take them with you?"

Some people are inevitably uncomfortable with the idea of ​​inviting other villages to share in the wealth.

Zhang Laoer pondered for a moment and said, "What if our village is prosperous next year, but they are still living in poverty. We have been neighbors for generations. When that time comes, will you bear to see them living a bad life? Besides, many people in the village are relatives of Honggou Village. Do you really want them to watch us live a good life and do nothing?"

This sentence, like a heavy hammer, hit everyone's heart and made people think deeply.

Everyone gathered together and nodded in agreement after listening to the village chief's words. The hesitation in their hearts melted away quietly like the frost in winter meeting the warm sun.

"Indeed, they just share a bowl of soup and make some suggestions. There is no need for us to worry about it as if we were managing a village."

As they spoke, an idea suddenly occurred to them, illuminating everyone's hearts - it turned out that the real sweetness was still firmly in their hands, and the account was clearly calculated!

Since the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the flames of the Kitchen God worship began to dance in joy and the village was filled with a warm atmosphere of preparing for the New Year.

Every household, both adults and children, are infected by the strong atmosphere of the New Year, and their faces are filled with anticipation.

Xu Liyun had expected that the recent disasters would make this year's Spring Festival a little quiet. She imagined that people might celebrate in a simple way. However, she never expected that not only did the villagers not reduce their enthusiasm, but they went to the town in groups to buy New Year's goods. The team was huge and lively.

Although the town seems a little deserted due to the disaster, the festive atmosphere is still strong. Red lanterns are hung all over the streets, as if announcing to the world that no matter the wind or rain, the festive joy is unstoppable.

When she discussed this with Zhang Laoer, she was surprised to learn that even in the two neighboring villages, some people chose to hold their weddings during this year-end festival. This surprised her.

"The disaster just happened, why are people so eager to complete the happy event at the end of the year?"

The doubts in Xu Liyun's heart were like the thin ice on the lake in winter, waiting to be answered urgently.

In their small village, such a scene is rare. If you count on your fingers, you will find that several couples have tacitly postponed their wedding dates until after the New Year.

Zhang Laoer raised a warm smile and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "The older generation believes that no matter whether the family is rich or poor, marrying a daughter-in-law can make the New Year prosperous and lively. At the end of the year, adding a new person, the joy can wash away the unhappiness of the previous year. If our village had not been busy building new houses, how could we have missed such a good opportunity."

After he finished speaking, he cast his eyes towards the two villages under construction in the distance. The houses there were rising up rapidly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. In comparison, the pace of his own village seemed slow.

Then, on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, every household cleaned the house, removed dust and put new cloth on the floor; on the 25th day, the sound of grinding tofu could be heard one after another, as if it was a prelude to welcoming the New Year.

Since Xu Liyun taught the skills, almost every household has mastered the secret of making homemade tofu.

The few families who owned stone mills had long queues in front of their doors, and the villagers waited patiently just to grind bowls of sweet soy milk by hand.

The air was filled with a faint bean fragrance. The children sniffed the scent and their little feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and they refused to leave.

The Zhang family's tofu was booked out by the villagers early in the morning. On the appointed day, Zhang Laoer would personally deliver it to each household one by one. The warm human touch was delivered to every household along with the fresh tofu.