Jiang Shixun and Jiang Fuguo chatted for a while before coming out.
Afterwards, the two began to pack up the house again.
On the other side, the Qian family.
Mr. Qian was sitting on a chair, but his eyes were looking in the direction of Jiang's old house.
Grandma Qian couldn't help asking him, "What are you looking at?"
Mr. Qian sighed: "I heard that those people have moved away, and they have moved back."
"Isn't this a good thing?" Grandma Qian was puzzled, and after she finished speaking, she said with emotion, "But they really have a way to move out the people inside so quickly, and I haven't heard that it's a bad scene."
Mr. Qian nodded: "Jiang Fuguo and Jiang Shixun are both capable."
Having said that, I couldn't help but sigh.
It's a pity that his descendants will die.
Originally, he thought that if those people refused to help, he would help them again. But he didn't expect that the matter would be resolved smoothly without his help.
This is too surprising.
Grandma Qian was puzzled: "Why are you sighing again? Really, you sigh and sigh all day long, what's wrong with you!"
"You don't understand." Mr. Qian frowned, and quickly asked again, "Do your feet still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt as much as before." Grandma Qian couldn't help sighing as she said, "Hey, this person is getting old, and he's really becoming more and more useless. He can twist his foot just by walking, and recover It¡¯s still slow, it¡¯s really no better than when I was young.¡±
She didn't realize that after listening to her words, Mr. Qian's face became more and more ugly.
Yes, she is old, and he is also old.
In the past, on the battlefield, you can continue to fight even if you get shot, but now you can't.
He could feel that his body was becoming more and more useless. However, the children and grandchildren are not promising, what will they do when he is gone in the future.
Thinking about this, Mr. Qian quickly fell into deep thought
Jiang Shixun and others worked hard all day, wiping the blackened places. Although there are some effects, they are still very obvious.
Unless they are all replaced, or repainted with paint.
Jiang Shixun mentioned it to Jiang Fuguo, and Jiang Fuguo shook his head: "Try to clean it up as much as possible, don't rush to repair it now, wait a few years."
As soon as they got the house back, they hurriedly spent money on repairs. What do they think if they let others know?
Will you say that they are capitalist?
Jiang Fuguo shook his head: "Anyway, it's enough to live in. I was wrong before. Isn't the house just for people to live in? Why do you care so much? It used to be beautiful, that is, it was too beautiful, and it was not useful. .¡±
Jiang Shixun knew that his words were duplicity, but he didn't dare to persuade him too much.
It is really not suitable for making big moves now, the more low-key the safer.
He didn't persuade any more, but just wiped off the dirt as much as possible, so that Jiang Fuguo and Shen Wanqing could look more comfortable.
Tang Yulan was pregnant and couldn't climb up and down to work, so she was in charge of cooking.
Seeing that the day was about to pass, Tang Yulan also made dinner.
The family sat in the yard and ate dinner happily, and then continued to work.
They have to work until dark before washing and resting.
On the other side of the Qian family, Mr. Qian suddenly talked to Qian Lai after dinner.
He asked Qian La: "How is your talk with Jiang Yi going?"
Qian La turned away guiltily, not daring to meet his gaze: "That's it, she has a bad temper."
Old Master Qian asked again: "Then what are you thinking in your heart? I remember that you used to like to play with that kid Jiang Shiyi." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com