Chapter 620 Grow out
And the house she wants to expand has also started.
Originally, there were two families in Baiyun Village who wanted to build a house, and even the location was chosen, but the two families were not separated and their opinions were not unified.
Some people, especially women, want to have a place to stay as soon as possible. Living in a tent is really not good for rest, and life is not convenient, but all the money will be spent in this way.
Some people don’t want to, thinking that although their family has a lot of money, it is because the family has a large population.
Now the family has some money, but currently only one person in their family has a job, and they are still in the stage of looking for a job.
If other people have been unable to find a job, if all the building is used, in case there is a headache or other urgent needs, then it will be a terrible thing to have no money.
And the house is for a lifetime. They can't build a good house with their current money. Anyway, the tent can still be used now. It is better to work hard for a while, save a little money, and build another before the tent is completely useless. A prettier, stronger, more spacious house.
It's just a few more months of hardship, but no matter how hard it is, can you survive those days when you are sleeping in the wind and sleep on the way to escape?
Since neither of the two households had the money in the hands of one person, Zhuang Qinghe was afraid that he would not be able to receive the money when the construction was completed, resulting in disputes. kind of thing.
Murong Zong suddenly came to ask him to build a house, and his tools were ready, so he simply started to help Murong's house build a house.
Murong stood in the space and looked straight at the place where the seeds were planted a few days ago. At this time, all the seeds had grown out.
The deceased husband of the ninth son and the third sister did not expect to be an elegant person, and he was still interested in flowers and plants.
The seeds ?? brought were medicine seeds and flower seeds, and some she didn't know.
After ?? asked Changqi Shenjun, she realized that all the herbs she didn't know were herbs, and they were all extremely precious.
Among the various flowers, there are some that she has seen and some that she has not seen before. They should be the same as Ming Yucao, and some of them are unique to Shun Anguo.
There are not many flowers named by her, such as peony, chrysanthemum, camellia, rhododendron, narcissus, rose and so on.
It's just that the flower seeds of Shun Anguo also seem to be primitive seeds. The flowers that grow out are pitifully small and cannot be compared with those carefully cultivated in the 21st century. They seem to be malnourished. The space is much better-looking than that of the imperial physician's mansion.
was about to lift his foot to look for Ming Yucao, when he heard a wailing sound in the distance.
Murong Lingran turned around and saw the little white fox standing beside the black hair.
I don't know what Changqi Shenjun did to it. In just a few days, the little white fox is not afraid of her at all, nor is he afraid of black hair, and even has black hair attached to it.
Every time Black Hair comes in, I want to get close to it and play with it.
Now the little white fox closed his eyes while the black fur was lying on the ground, and wanted to crawl on it.
Black hair is naturally unwilling, and every time the little white fox gets close to it, it will slap it flying with one paw.
The little white fox didn't care what Hei Mao did to it. Every time it was shot, it ran back perseveringly and climbed **** it.
Murong shook his head helplessly, seeing that they were getting along pretty well, so he ignored them.
Because the land that can be planted is limited, there are many seeds, and they are planted in the space. She doesn't have to worry about planting too densely and the plants will be malnourished. In order to plant the Mingyu grass at one time, the seeds are planted densely.
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