"Uncle Bo, donât worry about that! Look at all the people in our house, coming and going, able to help you out." Yang Chuxia continued, "And donât look for a place too far away, anywhere near my house or Brother Anâs house can be used. You can decide on a spot later, and then Iâll take you to see our villageâs Land Officer. He is actually my great-uncle."
"Thatâs even better!" Old Uncle Shen laughed happily, "I wonât go to Brother Anâs house either, as there usually arenât many people there. Iâll just pick a place near your house. I see that thereâs some open land behind here, but I donât know who it belongs to. If itâs owned by someone, Iâll buy it from them; if itâs unclaimed, Iâll just give the money to the village."
Uncle Bo said this while considering the money he had, including the compensation from that person last time and the money he made from selling beans. It should be enough to build a thatched hut.
"Alright, Iâll take you to my great-uncle later when it gets dark!"
After settling this matter, Yang Chuxia took Uncle Bo to meet Land Officer Yang in the evening. Land Officer Yang was naturally happy to see the villageâs population grow and immediately allocated the land near Yang Chuxiaâs house to Old Uncle Shen without asking for any money.
With the help of Yang Chuxia, they also found Uncle Old Gen to help with the construction of the house.
Building a thatched hut is a quick job but drying it can take some time.
So, Old Uncle Shen and his daughter couldnât move out immediately and still stayed at Yang Chuxiaâs house for the August Festival.
On the day of the August Festival, Yang Qingrui and his brothers returned from the town, and the women working in the neighboring courtyards were also on holiday. The carpentry work at Yang Dayongâs house was paused as well.
Yang Chuxia thought that everyone had been working hard throughout the year, so this yearâs August Festival, she decided to have everyone celebrate together at her house instead of giving them stuff and letting them go home like during the New Year.
So, Yang Chuxiaâs house was quite lively on the August Festival day.
"Xiaxia!" "Xiaxia!"
Yang Chuxia was still sleeping in when Ms. Wangâs powerful voice came again.
"This child, still sleeping during the festival!"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Luo glanced at Ye Ziâan, who was lowering his head without any expression.
Mr. Luoâs mouth twitched, pretending he didnât know anything, huh?
Hehe, the two youngsters went out early in the morning while others were still asleep and returned when the sky was bright. Ziâan didnât go back to sleep, just washed up and came over. Xiaxia was probably dozing off again.
Humph, just look at the dirt on Ziâanâs shoes when he came back, he must have gone to the mountains, but itâs unclear what he did there.
"Mom, what do you want me to do?" Ms.Wang called out several times before Yang Chuxia came out of the room rubbing her eyes. "There are so many people at home, and there is no shortage of help. Why do you need me?"
"Itâs a big festival, and youâre still sleeping in. Youâre so lazy." Ms.Wang continued.
Yang Chuxia gestured at Brother An and said, "Mom, blame him for this!"
"Hey, you little brat, could it be that Brother An asked you to sleep in?" As soon as Ms.Wang saw her pointing at Brother An, she blurted out. But after saying that, she felt something was wrong and glared at Yang Chuxia, "Donât blame everything on Brother An. Itâs obviously your own laziness."
Yang Chuxia was speechless, thinking to herself, oh my dear mother, you try being dragged out of bed at four or five in the morning to go to the beach to watch the sunrise, huh?