Sturdy Countryside: Lord, Please Blow The Lamp

She doesn't want to get these thatch anymore, and she has to renovate it every year. Not only is she exhausted, but she also has to take some big wooden basins to catch the rainwater from the leak.

Blue tiles? Jiuniang, how can we have money... Of course Xia Sang also thought, if she had money, why would she like to cover the roof with thatch every year?

In fact, the roof of her house used to be covered with blue tiles, but a few years ago, a stormy night blew the roof away.

And at that time, her eyes were not very good, and she was reluctant to spend any more money, so she just made do with thatch.

She also missed the home that never leaked.

Grandma, did you forget that I sold the wild beehives just now? Xia Beibei interrupted her and asked her back.

Jiu Niang, no matter how good the wild beehives are, they can't be sold for a lot of money. Besides, we have to live in the future, so we need to save some money if we can.

Grandma, the old ones won't go, and the new ones won't come. Those who can spend money must be able to earn money. Xia Beibei said with a smile.

You girl, how much money do you have to earn to come up with such a fallacy? Xia Sang gave her an angry look.

People haven't grown up yet, but they think it's a waste of money.

Grandma hasn't asked you yet, how much money did the wild beehive sell for?

Xia Beibei raised her eyebrows, took out a dozen taels of silver from her bosom, and handed it to Xia Sangshi, Grandma, this silver is for you, you have to hide it well.

Oh, so much silver... Xia Sang was startled, looking at the white silver in his hand, he was very happy.

She had never seen so much silver.

Jiu Niang, can the wild beehive be exchanged for so much money?

She couldn't believe that all the money in her hand was earned by Jiu Niang, and her precious granddaughter was able to earn money.

Jiu Niang, grandma doesn't know where to hide all this money, otherwise, we'll share it...

Pfft— Hearing this, Xia Beibei couldn't help laughing, Grandma, are you dividing the family? You still get the money.

When Xia Sang heard what she said, she remembered that Jiuniang was still a child, so how could she give her much money.

Grandma, do we want to build tiles?

Look at grandma, she's so happy. With so much money, you can build a new house. It's up to you. I'll repair these dilapidated houses in a few days. Xia Sang patted the table, Said.

With so much money, how can we make the house better?

To be honest, she was really worried that one day it would start to snow and the roof of the house would collapse.

It's just... Xia Sang hesitated again, Jiu Niang, everyone in the village knows that our family is poor, so if we need to repair the house now, they won't be told by others, right?

Grandma, let's live our lives. It's none of our business. If they want to talk, let them talk. Are there still few gossips in the village? Xia Beibei said.

In the countryside, there is always a small movement, and it spreads immediately. People like to gossip, so do they have to care about it? They can't take care of it either.

If people want to talk, let them talk, they live their lives as usual, what can they do?

Then...that's fine. It is said that the widow has a lot of affairs in front of her house. Anyway, since her husband died, there have been many affairs in front of her house, and she can't take care of them anymore.