Zhou Guoqiang and Zhao Yuzhen were busy at home all day, and after the harvest was almost finished on the ground, they went to the field to pull some mud back to pad the foundation.

  Originally, Zhao Yuzhen wanted her younger brother to use a tractor to pull it up twice. Zhou Guoqiang thought it was not good to bother his younger brother all the time, and besides, the road was not very good and it was troublesome for the car to come in. He insisted on using a flatbed cart to pull back and forth, fortunately, the land was not far from home, and it took less than half an hour to go back and forth once. Zhao Yuzhen had no choice but to pick up the iron shovel and go to the field to dig the soil.

  The couple was busy at the same time, but they didn't forget to do business in the market when they met. At this time, they couldn't afford to lose their livelihood. To build a house, money is needed everywhere, and the two of them had just enough money to buy materials, but the labor costs were still lacking.

  Zhou Guoqiang thought that the wages could be paid in part first, and then slowly paid off over time. The several tile workers who were invited were all acquaintances, three of whom were from the same village, one of whom was Sun Min's father. Being fellow villagers, owing some wages shouldn't be a big problem.

  The foundation of the earth is almost done, and the tile workers start to work every day. First, they consolidate the foundation, then draw a line under it, and finally start building walls. The Zhou family is busy from top to bottom, with everyone working hard from dawn till dusk.

  Zhou Guoqiang was in charge of carrying and delivering bricks, which was a heavy workload. By the time evening came around, he would be so exhausted that he could hardly straighten his back. He didn't have time to go to the market, so he let Zhao Yuzhen go alone. After finishing her business at the market, Zhao Yuzhen had to cook for a large group of people when she got back home, and she was also extremely tired.

  Zhao Yuzhen was just over thirty years old, with a sturdy and strong body. In the afternoon, she couldn't stay idle and pushed a wheelbarrow with Zhou Guoqiang to transport bricks. Her hands and feet were tired and numb, but her face and heart were filled with joy.

  Zhou Xiaoyun has been living at her uncle's house for a while now, sharing a bed with her cousin Zhou Xiaoxia. Dabao is having a great time, spending every day watching cartoons with Zhou Zhihai and even eating meals there without returning home, directly eating at the Zhou Guofu's house instead.

  Zhou Xiaoyun was too lazy to say that he probably couldn't say it anyway, she went home from school every day and helped Zhao Yuzhen cook.

  Because there were seven or eight people having lunch, making lunch became a grand project. Zhao Yu Zhen couldn't care about the cost of vegetables anymore and every day she cooked some pork for several workers to eat.

  How can you have the energy to do things well if you don't eat enough? Zhao Yuzhen understood this very clearly. So every day at noon, she would cook at least three or four dishes, and let a group of men eat until they were full.

  Zhou Xiaoyun saw her parents' tired look and felt heartbroken, but at the age of seven, she couldn't help much. The tile workers were busy building the house, carrying bricks was hard work that she simply couldn't get involved in.

  Zhou Xiaoyun could only pick up some tasks she could do and do more, Zhao Yuzhen cooked and she lit the fire, after finishing dinner, cleaning up bowls and chopsticks were all taken care of by Zhou Xiaoyun.

  Seeing her daughter take on some of the household chores, Zhao Yu Zhen was delighted. This way, she could also find time to move more bricks.

  Later on, Zhou Xiaoyun also started taking care of the family's laundry. At first, she would just wash socks and other small items, but later on, she would take all their clothes to wash.

  Zhao Yuzhen felt a little heartache for her own daughter, looking at how considerate and sensible this young child was.

  Fortunately, it's cold outside and clothes don't need to be changed often. Socks are washed every day but not in large quantities. Zhou Xiaoyun does laundry at most once a week. The workload isn't that heavy.

  Zhou Xiaoxia saw Zhou Xiaoyun busy until late at night before coming to sleep with her, and she was puzzled: "Dà yā, why did you come so late? I just watched TV with Haizi Dabao, and now they're showing a very interesting cartoon. Your family is building a house, what were you doing at home?"

  Zhou Xiaoyun is taking off her clothes: "I helped boil some hot water, then swept the floor again, and finally washed my clothes before coming. With so much to do at home, of course I'd help out a bit!"

  Zhou Xiaoxia pouted and said, "Those are grown-up things, what can we kids do? You're actually quite capable, I still haven't washed my socks yet."

  Zhou Xiaoyun laughed after hearing this, Zhou Xiaoxia was more spoiled at home than Zhou Zhihai.

  There are two children in Dabo's family, Zhou Xiaoxia and Dabao are of the same age, two months older than their younger brother Zhou Zhihai.

  Although they are both girls, Zhou Xiaoxia's status at home is vastly different from her own. Her uncle and aunt dote on their daughter, as evidenced by the new clothes Zhou Xiaoxia receives every season.

  Zhou Xiaoyun folded her clothes neatly and stacked them together, Zhou Xiaoxia looked at them with some embarrassment. Her own clothes were scattered all over the bed, this comparison was really not good.

  Zhou Xiaoxia reluctantly got out of bed and folded her clothes as well.

  She was also thinking: although Da Yu is three years younger than herself, why does she seem to be better than herself in every way?

  Listening to my brother, Zhou Xiaoyun's grades are always among the top in the class and even in the grade, while Zhou Xiaoxia's learning is only slightly better than Dabao's. Compared to Zhou Xiaoyun, she is far behind. Although I am one grade higher than Zhou Xiaoyun, when it comes to doing homework, she is much faster than me.

  Let's talk about doing things. Zhou Xiaoxia basically doesn't do anything at home, and it can be said that she is a rare rural girl who doesn't lift a finger to help with even five kilograms of work.

  And Zhou Xiaoyun, can play the harmonica, write with a brush pen, cook, wash dishes, make shuttlecocks, make sandbags, wrap dumplings and even do laundry! Now... this is just... too powerful!

  After comparing herself with Zhou Xiaoyun for half a day, Zhou Xiaoxia finally admitted that she was indeed inferior to Zhou Xiaoyun in every way.

  However, Zhou Xiaoxia thought with relish that she was much more beautiful than her.

  To be honest, Zhou Xiaoyun is still young, her facial features are not fully developed, she's just a delicate little girl who can be considered as pleasant to look at.

  Zhou Xiaoxia was ten years old, her height had increased a bit, and her facial features were indeed more beautiful. Plus, Shen Huafeng often bought new clothes for her to wear, making her a fashionable girl in the countryside as well.

  Who can compare with Zhou Xiaoyun, who wears her leftover clothes every day, some of which are not very fitting, and it's impossible to compare with her naturally.

  Zhou Xiaoyun didn't bother with Zhou Xiaoxia who was spacing out, thinking that she still had to get up early the next day to make breakfast for her family, and went straight to sleep.