Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

Thinking that they would start setting up a stall to sell food tomorrow and buy a lot of things for their new home, the three of them went directly to the grocery store without saying anything.

There are many things in the grocery store.

The receptionist's attitude was quite enthusiastic.

Lin Shanjiang went to make a selection without hesitation.

Lin Yunxi sighed slightly: She obviously has all kinds of treasures, but she has to pay for them. Do you think it's aggrieved or not?

"Dad, let's not buy too much first."

The quantity was not enough, so the supermarket came to collect. Lin Yunxi began to select daily necessities similar to those in her own supermarket.

In addition to the daily kitchen supplies and daily necessities, Lin Yunxi also specially selected several jars. She had to prepare an ambush for making pickles.

After some picking and choosing, I bought a lot.

The waiter in the store smiled brightly: "Sir, we can help you deliver the goods. You just need to pay a little extra."

Their boss was smart and specially prepared a bullock cart to earn freight.

"I'll call Liu Dahai." Lin Shanjiang turned around and was about to leave, but was held back by his daughter.

"Dad, we'd better take their bullock cart."

Lin Yunxi leaned over and whispered, and Lin Shanjiang nodded desperately.

***

After agreeing on the price, the waiter personally drove the ox cart to take them back to Linjia Village.

Approaching the entrance of the village, Lin Shanjiang's eyes immediately turned red, and he lowered his head and remained silent.

Lin Feng was lying on the bullock cart, covered with an old quilt (borrowed from the grocery store).

Lin Yunxi sat next to him, wiping tears from time to time.

A large pile of things they bought, covered with some straw, were piled behind Lin Yunxi.

"Hey, the little beggar is back from seeing a doctor?" The people at the entrance of the village asked curiously.

"Who is the little beggar? He is my son! You are the little beggar!" Lin Shanjiang immediately shouted back.

"Hehe, slip of the tongue."

Lin Shanjiang was a bastard, and the villagers knew that they couldn't explain things clearly to him, so they interrupted with a smile.

"How is your son doing when he comes back from treatment? What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said that the fever was so severe that the brain might have been damaged. He said there was no cure and he asked him to take him home and keep him for a while." Lin Shanjiang sighed.

Does this mean you didn’t borrow money?

Several villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a good thing that Lin Shanjiang didn't borrow money from others. If you don’t borrow money from others, you won’t borrow money from them to repay your debts.

"Poor child, go and lie down at home quickly." The villager sincerely comforted him.

"Well, I don't know if that old house can be lived in soon." Lin Shanjiang frowned.

Whether the old houses can be lived in or not has nothing to do with these villagers.

He hesitated for a while and did not take up the topic.

The oxcart passed through the longest path in the village and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Looking at the crumbling house in front of them, the man driving the cattle cart didn't know whether he wanted to help them unload the goods.

Just like this house, a child of any age can knock it down in one fell swoop and it can be inhabited?

"Uncle, is this here?" He asked Lin Shanjiang suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, please help me put the things in the yard."

After some pointing and fingering, all the things on the oxcart were moved into a room by the waiter.

Lin Yunxi looked at the dilapidated yard and began to plan how to use it.

The yard is not small, as big as half an acre of land.

There are four rooms facing south, shabby and shabby, supporting each other. The straw on the roof is dry and crumbled.

There is a kitchen on the east side, and a simple hut and woodshed on the west side.

As far as the site is concerned, it is about one-third larger than the yard where the original person lived before.

There are a few acres of barren land behind, full of weeds, that can be cultivated and planted with vegetables.

Looking at the mountains outside the wasteland in the backyard and the river stretching under the mountains, Lin Yunxi was a little excited: There are so many treasures in her space, and she can have a chance to take them out!

"Dad, you go to the village chief and ask him to call the uncles who helped before, and we will pay you."

Time was short, and if the house was not reinforced by someone, Lin Yunxi was afraid that she would be hit by the roof in the middle of the night.

Money makes things easier.

Of those strong men last time, except for one who was not at home, the others came over actively.

Lin Yunxi set up a large pot in the yard, cooked a large pot of millet and egg drop porridge, and thoughtfully gave someone a large bowl.

Before I even started working, I had such expensive porridge to drink. This girl is so honest!

The men were a little moved. They raised their heads and finished the porridge in a few mouthfuls. After wiping their mouths, they asked Lin Yunxi.

"Girl, how do you do it? You tell me, my uncles will do a good job."

They didn't ask Lin Shanjiang anymore, he was unreliable. It's in vain to ask.

There is also the possibility of defaulting on the work and not being paid.

After leaving the old courtyard of the Lin family, Lin Yunxi did not hide anything, but directly pointed them to do things here and tidy them up there.

In addition to reinforcing the house, rebuilding the roof, and rebuilding the courtyard walls, the rebuilding of the kitchen and bathroom was also put on the agenda.

The strong man who came to help was a little stunned: "You did this, does your father know?"

This costs a lot of money. Is your family rich?

Lin Yunxi knew what they were thinking, so she smiled and took out ten taels of silver and stuffed it into the hands of a strong and honest man: "We need a lot of raw materials, so I'll ask my uncle for help. Use the money first, and make up for the excess."

The strong man stupidly stuffed the silver into his mouth, took a big bite, and suddenly his eyes widened: Is it really silver?

When did Lin Shanjiang get rich? Or an actual ten taels of silver? Many people in the village have never seen such a large sum of money in their lives.

"Uncle, I met a godmother in town, and my godmother lent me this money."

Lin Yunxi directly pushed Aunt Lu from Buzhuang out.

This was something she had thought about beforehand.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why I suddenly have money to repair the house and buy things.

"My daughter is cute and cute. The proprietress of the town's clothing store fell in love with her as soon as she saw her." Lin Shanjiang said proudly.

If my daughter really recognized Sister Lu as her godmother, that woman would probably wake up laughing in her dreams. I won't give her a chance.

The strong man nodded frequently: "That's true. Yun Xi, this girl, has been beautiful since she was a child. She is the most beautiful girl in ten li and eight categories."

With Sister Lu acting as a gimmick, they didn't feel out of place at all holding the money.

He is the owner of a cloth shop in the town. A piece of cloth can be sold for several taels of silver. Isn't it just a matter of giving ten taels of silver to his goddaughter?

"Uncle, if you help us work, we won't calculate the payment according to the number of days. We will just give each person half a tael of silver. We will calculate the payment when the work is done."

Their motivation will be higher if they are paid on a piece-by-piece basis. This comes from the experience of later generations of bosses.

"Okay." The strong man hesitated.

They are a bit worried about coming. Is it better to end it earlier or later? When working, there are also two meals a day.

"Uncle, this work can be completed in ten days at most. I can provide meals for ten days. If it exceeds ten days, it will be deducted from your wages."

Lin Yunxi and Lin Peeling's abacus were very precise.

This time the strong men didn't say anything and went straight to work.