Yang Ming’s expression wasn’t very good; he couldn’t split the family property. Over the years, the family had supported only him through tough times. They couldn’t just split up now when things were finally looking better.
"Husband, what are you thinking about? Why split the family when everything is fine?"
Yang Ming was stunned for a moment. Did his wife mean they should not split the family? His anxiety subsided. If his wife had wanted to split the family, he really wouldn’t have been able to continue supporting her side; it would have been a tough choice for him.
"Then what do you mean by ten rooms for each family?"
"I was thinking, one main courtyard for our parents, and six separate courtyards for you and your five siblings. Each with ten rooms because we’re going to have kids, so ten rooms is really not excessive."
Hearing this, Yang Ming felt an immense warmth in his heart; his wife had thought about everyone, even Yang Qiu and Yang Xia, considering the next generation too.
What had he done to deserve such a wonderful wife? Perhaps, he had accumulated some good karma in his past life. He looked at his wife with eyes full of love, intent only on loving and cherishing her.
Xiaoxiao was still daydreaming, continuing, "In the future, we could find a man who would marry into the family for Yang Qiu, and a beautiful wife for Yang Dong."
Hearing his wife, seventy rooms suddenly didn’t seem like too many, especially for the blue-bricked houses she wanted, "Wife, if we build with our local mud bricks, seventy rooms wouldn’t cost much. But the blue-brick houses would be expensive, our family can’t afford that."
"How much would that be?"
"We need to buy property rights, plus labor, at least five hundred taels."[This figure of five hundred taels is fabricated for the plot; I don’t actually know how much it used to cost to build a blue-brick house, so don’t mind this little detail]
Upon hearing about the five hundred taels, Xiaoxiao cheered, "Husband, that’s great! We can start preparing to build the house right away."
"Wife, do we have five hundred taels?"
Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously, "Yes, I made five hundred taels selling lingerie."
"..." Yang Ming was shocked. The lingerie business had started just a month ago, and she had been selling for just about half a month. It felt as though he hadn’t married a wife but Silver itself.
Seeing her husband’s shocked expression, Xiaoxiao threw him a coquettish look, "Husband, don’t you feel lucky to have married a treasure?"
Yang Ming’s brows twitched. His wife had hit the nail on the head about what he was thinking. His wife was not only a treasure but also a smart cookie.
"Yes, I married a treasure."
Xiaoxiao handed the bowl to her discount husband, "Here, give this treasure another serving of rice."
"Alright!" Yang Ming happily agreed. He was only too happy when his wife ate more; he liked her best well-fed and chubby.
Thinking about building a house made Xiaoxiao very happy. She even ate an extra bowl of rice, perhaps also because she was tired from exercising.
After finishing their meal, the couple quickly washed up and then rested on their traditional Chinese bed.
Yang Ming was still hugging his wife; he had grown so used to it now.
Thinking about the awkwardness at the dinner table today, Xiaoxiao felt it necessary to have her discount husband enlighten Yang Dong about the matters between men and women. They were grown up; how could they still be ignorant about such matters?
"Husband, will you find some time to teach Yang Dong?"
"They’re so old yet know nothing. How will they manage to find a girlfriend in the future?"
"I’ll find time to talk to him," Yang Ming thought. Nobody had talked to him about these things when he was as old as his younger brother.
Yang Ming, hugging his wife and with a smile on his lips, drifted off into beautiful dreams, unaware that the days of comfort wouldn’t last, and a heartbreaking event was just around the corner.