When the child was seven or eight years old, every household in the village said that in a few years, you can live a life of relying on the harvest of heaven without farming and living in a community like XX.

Whenever she heard such words coming into her ears, she always looked up at her own land in front of her house with a smile.

Yes, after development, you don’t have to pick up and drop off your children from school regardless of rain or snow, and you don’t have to be cold or wet. You can sleep for half an hour every day, and you can’t count the benefits of your words, both hands and feet.

But just as a few years have passed, she still lives in her small western-style building.

The money he borrowed from his brother to build a house, and the rest was the 70,000 to 80,000 he saved by himself by himself by being reluctant to eat and wearing. Originally, he had to borrow money from a few sisters, but they were rich, but they were called poor. The reason she made up made her lips bite after she got home.

The original broken house with red bricks and black tiles was completely crushed under the high-rise building.

I don’t know if it’s luck or bad. Soon after building the house, the families who lived in the original dirt houses moved to the community on the street. Although the floors are only six floors and there is no elevator, they are better than the newly built buildings in the village. Many people feel this way.

She didn't sigh, thinking that it would be nice to live in a new building, and it was quiet.

The family’s savings are basically spent on building a house. The children’s schooling expenses and the family’s expenses require money everywhere. She looks for a job outside, without education, and without a sensible mouth, so she works in the factory. Her husband is responsible for the crops alone.

Occasionally, she doesn't rest when she is resting, and helps Gen do farm work together. Gen is no more skillful than other men, he can only imitate. When other families start sowing seeds, they will sow seeds, and when others spray pesticides, they will spray. It is the harvest of other families, and they are a mess. She can't help but feel sorry for the huge amount of money she has used.

The two of them had arguing about this matter and had a fight. They still couldn't make progress. Should they be lazy or lazy, and they gave up if they broke the pot.

She was not playing when she was working in the factory, and she was tired. She didn't argue with him and did as much as she could. If she looked down on Gen, she would speak casually without any worries. At first Gen would refute a few words, but later, after hearing too much, he pretended that he didn't hear it.

Later she figured it out that she was so tired that she couldn't get any good anyway. She worked overtime in the factory and rested when she got home.

In a few more years, my child has already entered high school and can only stay at home for one day a week. Later, it only took half a day. The development matters are mentioned again. The difference is that the community has been built.

She is looking forward to it now. If it is developed, she will move quickly and no longer have to sleep all night because of crops. She has to go to work and worry about whether the harvest at home can support the family. She is really fed up, tired enough, and has enough white hair.

And I didn't add the child's worries.

When the child's senior year is approaching the college entrance examination, after decorating the house, the family finally moved into their new home.

The strange beginning gradually began to become adaptable and familiar.
Chapter completed!