Although Yang Yongxian nodded, Yang Huazhong was very dissatisfied with his unwillingness.

So the next day, Yang Huazhong went to post an announcement. The main idea was to mobilize the villagers to help mine the materials needed to build roads and bridges. At first, he only said that he was in charge of food and did not mention wages.

Three days later, except for a few villagers like Changgen Daniu who came to sign up due to their friendship with Yang Huazhong, the others remained indifferent.

Even a long-rooted bull can only spare two to three days of free time, but two or three days of free time are not enough to mine the materials needed to build roads and bridges.

So, when Yang Yongxian came over to ask about the progress of material preparation and preparations to start construction, Yang Huazhong told him the truth.

"This is because we are in charge of the food. If we don't care about the food, I'm afraid there won't be anyone left," Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Yongxian stood in the middle of the room with a very ugly look on his face.

"How come this person's heart has become so snobbish? Greedy? I spent a lot of money to build bridges and pave roads for everyone. What's wrong with letting them spend some effort to purchase materials? Stones, sand, wood in the mountains,

It’s not like they have to pay for it. They just need to put in a little effort to help get it down the mountain. Why aren’t they happy? When did this person become so calculating?”

Yang Yongxian was puzzled, with a look of disappointment and loss on his brows.

In the end, Yang Yongxian had no choice but to compromise completely, and he willingly spent part of his salary, pooled it with the village's money, and posted a new list.

At this time, the yard of Yang Huazhong's house was bustling. It was full of villagers who came to look for errands, and even people from the next village came.

Yang Yongxian sneered in his heart and scolded these snobbish villagers.

The news reached Yang Ruoqing, who was fishing with Luo Fengtang at the fish pond.

"It's not that easy for a good person to do good deeds. My cousin thinks that he can buy a good reputation by spending some money, but he doesn't know that a good person works hard to the end and sends Buddha to the West. If he always takes credit and is arrogant, he feels that he has built the road.

After crossing the bridge, he will be the hero of Changping Village, then he is very wrong, and the villagers will still be disappointed in his feedback."

This is Yang Ruoqing's own perception.

There are not many people in this world who know how to be grateful.

More people are haters of the rich. Why am I not the one who is rich and can pretend to be rich and show off his power?

Why should I be grateful if he throws away some money?

I don’t!

Aren't you rich? If you have the ability to bear all the expenses of my family for three generations, I will say hello to you.

Who cares if you build a road or build a bridge, but you can't eat or drink it?

This morning, the two of them were very lucky. They actually caught more than half of the fish in the small wooden bucket they brought, including crucian carp and yellow catfish.

"I will pick up the yellow fish later and give it to my daughter to eat at noon. I will make a small hot pot and cut two pieces of tofu into it. She likes it."

"I'll give the crucian carp to my aunt to braise, and I'll give it to my uncle to drink. When the time comes, I'll call my dad over to eat together."

"I want to send the remaining few to the pasture in the afternoon to add a dish to Duo'er and the others. Jiaojiao can also drink crucian carp soup now."

Yang Ruoqing looked at the fish in the barrel and quickly arranged their fate.

Luo Fengtang listened with a smile, "It's all up to my wife to make the decision."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his wrist, and the fishing line brought a large crucian carp as long as a chopstick out of the water. The water splashes glowed golden in the sunlight.

…

After noon, Luo Fengtang accompanied Yang Ruoqing to deliver fish to the pasture.

Because she was a little full after eating at noon, Yang Ruoqing did not plan to use any means of transportation, so the two of them walked up the mountain.

When they arrived at the pasture, the calves were grazing in the distance, and Xiang Shengnan followed them with a whip in his hand and stared at them.

Xiaoduo wears a dustproof handkerchief on her head, an apron around her waist, and holds a bamboo brush in her hand. She is brushing the fence with water, shoveling the cow dung into the dustpan next to it, and then picking out the dung.

Behind the house in the distance, put the chopped straw into the cow dung, stir it evenly with a dung fork, and finally take out a big lump and throw it on the adobe wall.

The stickiness of this thing is surprisingly good, and it sticks firmly to the adobe wall, just like baking a flatbread, and the water will gradually evaporate as it dries in the sun.

Waiting until the time is right and then breaking it off the wall is the best fuel.

No matter whether it is used to light the stove or for other purposes, it is excellent, smoke-free and dust-free, and extremely resistant to burning.

So in the village, cow dung is the best fuel, and the old ladies in the village sometimes quarrel over a piece of cow dung.

If there is no cow dung, pig dung and dog dung are the next best thing!

"Don't let the old men and women in the village see the cow dung you have here. They will be jealous to death."

Yang Ruoqing walked into the pasture teasingly.

"Sister, brother-in-law, why are you here?" Xiaoduo was very happy to see Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, and hurriedly put down his work and came over.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Your brother-in-law caught fish today and will bring some for you. Where are mother and Jiaojiao?"

Xiaoduo pointed to the room: "Jiaojiao was taking a nap earlier, and mother was with her!"

"Well, you're busy then, I'll go in and see my mother." Yang Ruoqing said.

Xiaoduo nodded repeatedly and took the fish and bucket from Luo Fengtang's hand, "Wow, these crucian carp are so fat. I will kill them later to add food to the night."

Yang Ruoqing said: "I also brought two pieces of tofu, you watch them cook."

Xiaoduo took the bowl of tofu. The tofu was white and tender, exuding a faint fragrance of beans in the sunlight.

"Sister, I'm going to call Katsuo over."

"No, let him do his thing. I'll go say hello to my mother and then go back." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang said: "Then I will go to Shengnan's place to say a few words, and call me when you leave."

In the room, Jiaojiao was sleeping, and Mrs. Sun was sitting by the bed, watching over her child nervously.

"mother."

Yang Ruoqing called softly, and Sun turned her head suddenly and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, why are you here?" Sun asked in surprise, then stood up and came over.

Yang Ruoqing first explained the purpose of her visit, and Mrs. Sun smiled, "You are so thoughtful that you even sent fish here. How is your father doing these days?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Okay, I've been busy building roads and bridges in the village these days, so I don't have time to come up. I'm still having dinner at Luo's house at noon. Let me tell my mother that I'll come see you when I'm free in two days."

Sun smiled and nodded again: "Tell him to take good care of himself."

"Yes, I will. Let me take a look at Jiaojiao." Yang Ruoqing said, and came to the bedside quietly.

The child slept soundly.

Yang Ruoqing put down the tent, and when she turned around, Mrs. Sun had already brought her tea.

The two women sat on a bench and talked in low voices.
Chapter completed!