In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

The wall of the mud house looked a little rough, and if you looked carefully, you could see traces of straw sticking out from the soil.

The doors and windows are all made of wood, revealing practical qualities in their simple style.

The windows were covered with old newspapers or oiled paper, making the light coming into the house appear particularly dim.

As you slowly walk into the mud house, a strong smell of antiquity hits you in the face.

The ground under your feet is soil that has been compacted repeatedly. Although it is uneven, it gives you a unique sense of solidity.

The space inside the house is not spacious, with simple furniture placed inside, including a rustic wooden table, slightly old wooden stools, and the earthen kang that occupies a large part of the house.

Every winter, the whole family sits around the earthen kang, relying on the warm kang surface to successfully resist the biting cold in the Northeast.

In that special era, mud houses were like a warm harbor for people in Northeast China to shelter from wind and rain.

It has witnessed the joys and sorrows of countless families and carries their ardent hopes for life.

Every trace of soil and every exposed straw seems to tell a story of the past.

Wang Jianguo stood quietly in the house, looking up at the roof. He found a faint light coming through the cracks in the roof.

He couldn't help but think that this house must leak when it rains.

Wang Jianguo has never been a person who is willing to compromise. He cannot tolerate the situation where it rains heavily outside and drizzles inside on rainy days.

Then, with a firm look in his eyes, he turned to Zhao Shuzhuo and said:

"Brother Zhao, I'm afraid the roof needs to be repaired, otherwise it will be troublesome when it rains."

His words are full of pursuit of quality of life and expectations for the future.

He hopes that through his own efforts, he can make this temporary residence more comfortable and stable.

In this strange place, he longed to create a better living environment for himself and those around him.

"Where is our supply and marketing cooperative? Can you take me there? I want to buy some things and repair the roof."

As soon as he said this, Wang Jianguo regretted it almost immediately. He suddenly realized that this was the Great Northern Wilderness, not the prosperous Sijiu City.

How could there be a supply and marketing cooperative in such a desolate place?

As expected, Zhao Shuzhuo shook his head awkwardly and said slowly:

“We don’t have a supply and marketing cooperative here.”

Wang Jianguo nodded slightly, feeling a sense of loss. But he soon thought of a new question and asked:

"What if the villagers are short of daily necessities?"

Zhao Shuzhuo explained patiently:

"We are poor here, and we seldom buy things. If we need something, we write it down and someone will bring it back when they go out of town."

Wang Jianguo frowned slightly as he listened to Zhao Shuzhuo's explanation. He felt that this was really inconvenient.

In his opinion, without a stable shopping channel, the villagers' life needs will be difficult to be met in a timely manner.

This will not only affect everyone's quality of life, but also be detrimental to the development of the village. He fell into deep thought and had to think of a way to solve this problem.

Only with the supply and marketing cooperative can the funds here flow and the current situation of the village be changed. Otherwise, this place will only become poorer and poorer.

Wang Jianguo thought this in his mind and told Zhao Shuzhuo about this idea.

"Brother Zhao, why don't you build a supply and marketing cooperative here? There are four or five villages around the farm. Wouldn't it be much more convenient for everyone if we build a supply and marketing cooperative?"

When Zhao Shuzhuo heard what Wang Jianguo said, he smiled and said:

"We have done it before, but due to lack of funds, the supply and marketing cooperatives were always short of this and that, so people were unwilling to buy, and it eventually failed."

Wang Jianguo nodded, understanding the helplessness in Zhao Shuzhuo's words. He began to think about various possibilities in his mind, trying to find a solution.

He understood that establishing a supply and marketing cooperative was not only to facilitate villagers to purchase daily necessities, but also to promote the economic development of the region.

If we can successfully establish a complete supply and marketing cooperative, it will not only meet the needs of the villagers.

It can also attract more people to come here, bringing new vitality and opportunities to this land.

Wang Jianguo secretly made up his mind to find a feasible plan to revitalize the supply and marketing cooperative on this land.

At this moment, Wang Jianguo was standing in front of the slightly simple house, his brows slightly frowned.

He looked around, his eyes finally falling on a pile of hay and some mud not far away.

I thought to myself that with such scarce resources, I could only rely on these to simply decorate the place where I lived.

Wang Jianguo walked quickly to the pile of hay, bent down, picked up a large bundle of hay with both hands, then turned around and went back to the house.

He carefully spread the hay, trying to make the simple house a little warmer.

Then he picked up the tools, scooped up the mud, and smeared it on the cracks in the wall little by little, as if he was carefully carving a piece of work of art.

Every movement was filled with expectations for future life. He imagined that through his efforts, this little house would become more warm and comfortable.

Thinking of He Yushui, Wang Jianguo came to He Yushui's house without hesitation. He gently pushed open the door, and the furnishings in the house were simple but tidy.

Wang Jianguo began to renovate the house seriously. He carefully laid hay so that He Yushui's house could also be warm.

When filling the gaps in the wall with mud, he was particularly careful, fearing any carelessness.

Thanks to his efforts, He Yushui's house gradually took on a new look.

After a busy day, Wang Jianguo was already sweating profusely, but when he looked at the fruits of his labor, a gratified smile appeared on his face.

Before we knew it, time had passed quietly, and when all the renovation work was completed, the afterglow of dusk had already spread across the earth, covering everything around with a golden coat.

At this time, Zhao Shuzhuo was about to prepare dinner. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to go to the kitchen, but was stopped by He Yushui. He Yushui smiled and said:

"Brother Zhao, please continue to help Brother Jianguo. I will cook."

Zhao Shuzhuo quickly waved his hand to stop him:

"That won't work. You're new here, how can I let you cook? I'll do it."

He Yushui said anxiously:

"It's okay. I really like cooking. I'll do it."

After saying that, she walked into the kitchen with firm steps.

Seeing that he couldn't snatch the job from He Yushui, Zhao Shuzhuo could only let her go and turned around to continue helping Wang Jianguo.