Small peasant girl

Chapter 145
Mrs. Zhang stood aside, watching with cold eyes. Whether the second room can leave or not has nothing to do with her.

She was thinking about other things now, so she took a look at Pang, and said cautiously: "Mother, it's not a few days before Dalang gets married. I don't want to say that since the second family didn't leave before, but Now that their family has moved away, do you want to renovate the two rooms they lived in and make a new house for Da Lang?"

Except for the main room which has four rooms, the others have two rooms.

Two rooms, originally a few people live in a restraint.

Especially when the children are getting older, bamboo screens are placed outside.

Before I wanted to separate the second room, I just thought that after Dalang got married, he would have no land to live in.

Now that the second room is finally gone, the house can't be left empty.

"Build a new house for your Dalang? Hey, your family is really big. If I give it to your family, what about our Erlang getting married?"

Mrs. Wang was still jealous of Mrs. Liu in her heart, and secretly cursed Mrs. Liu.

But now, when he heard Zhang's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, pointing at Zhang and cursing.

"This house belongs to us Erlang, no one can give it to us."

After finishing speaking, before Mrs. Zhang could speak, she glared at Mrs. Zhang and roared angrily, which seemed to be playing tricks.

Mrs. Zhang is not annoyed when she is scolded by Mrs. Wang.

Glancing at Mrs. Wang, he said softly, "The third sibling is in a hurry. The fourth son will move out sooner or later. When the fourth son moves out, isn't the fourth son's house owned by your family's Erlang?"

"The house of the fourth child must belong to our family, but it is not Erlang's, but Saburo's. The house of the second child belongs to Erlang, and the house of the fourth child belongs to Saburo."

She has two sons, so naturally they want to share a room with each other.

"This house was built by our father and mother, and our mother is also in charge of the house. It doesn't matter if either of us talks about this house."

Hearing what Wang said, Zhang frowned deeply.

Although she knew in her heart that Pang would go to their house, she still felt very uncomfortable when she heard what Wang said.

Holding a breath in his chest, he just wanted to go up and slap Wang Shi on the face.

But after thinking about it, she still gritted her teeth and held back.

Then turn the topic over to Ponzi.

But Pang Shi gave Wang Shi a hard look when he heard what the two said, seeing that she didn't respond, he ignored her.

Turning to look at Mrs. Zhang, he said, "You don't have to worry about the house. You'd better prepare for Dalang's marriage, so that nothing goes wrong."

Fish sells well these days.

If you save for a year, at least you will have to spend hundreds of taels of silver.

Time to buy land and build a house.

Naturally, the house should be built with blue bricks and tiles, one room for each person, so there is no fear of having no place to live.

It's just that Mrs. Wang is short-sighted, only staring at these adobe houses.

"Oh, I see, mother."

Mrs. Zhang is not as far-sighted as Pang's thought. She just thinks that once Da Lang gets married, it is not a problem for their family to squeeze together.

Now that I have a place to live, it is more or less convenient.

She is still waiting to hold her grandson.

With Pang's words, Zhang will know that the house is almost inseparable.

He readily agreed, and went out to prepare a new quilt.

When the bride gets married, she has to sew two quilts.

New inside and new noodles, when the neighbors come to see the new daughter-in-law at home, their family will also have more face.

Mrs. Zhang left happily, but Mrs. Wang was sullen.

It was not easy to talk about it in front of Pang Zi, so he went out, found his fellow friends, and began to gossip.

Su Jinxia and the others didn't know what happened in the old Su's house.

　Severe cold, let's go here first today, and add more tomorrow, okay? . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)