"Uncle Bo, don’t worry about that! Look at all the people in our house, coming and going, able to help you out." Yang Chuxia continued, "And don’t look for a place too far away, anywhere near my house or Brother An’s house can be used. You can decide on a spot later, and then I’ll take you to see our village’s Land Officer. He is actually my great-uncle."
"That’s even better!" Old Uncle Shen laughed happily, "I won’t go to Brother An’s house either, as there usually aren’t many people there. I’ll just pick a place near your house. I see that there’s some open land behind here, but I don’t know who it belongs to. If it’s owned by someone, I’ll buy it from them; if it’s unclaimed, I’ll 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, I’ll 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 village’s population grow and immediately allocated the land near Yang Chuxia’s 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 couldn’t move out immediately and still stayed at Yang Chuxia’s 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 Dayong’s house was paused as well.
Yang Chuxia thought that everyone had been working hard throughout the year, so this year’s 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 Chuxia’s house was quite lively on the August Festival day.
Yang Chuxia was still sleeping in when Ms. Wang’s powerful voice came again.
"This child, still sleeping during the festival!"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Luo glanced at Ye Zi’an, who was lowering his head without any expression.
Mr. Luo’s mouth twitched, pretending he didn’t 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. Zi’an didn’t go back to sleep, just washed up and came over. Xiaxia was probably dozing off again.
Humph, just look at the dirt on Zi’an’s shoes when he came back, he must have gone to the mountains, but it’s 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?"
"It’s a big festival, and you’re still sleeping in. You’re 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, "Don’t blame everything on Brother An. It’s 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?