"Big brother, how many houses do we need to build?"
Yuan Zhaodi was a bit flustered.
While talking to his big brother, he started calculating in his head.
He currently has one son and one daughter, so that’s two rooms. Then, he has seven nephews, seven rooms. And his cousins have a total of thirteen sons, that’s thirteen rooms.
Alright, that’s just for now!
In the future, for sure more will be born!
Not to mention, he still has a younger brother and four cousins, all of whom haven’t started families yet.
Once they start families, they’ll definitely have children too.
"I don’t know. However many dad, second uncle, and third uncle say we should build, we’ll build. What’s the point of thinking about it?"
Yuan Pandi was very calm.
Of course, his calmness was purely because he didn’t use his brain to think.
In the Yuan Family, big decisions were made by Old Yuan and his two brothers. As for Yuan Pandi and his brothers, they simply followed instructions and worked. Thinking too much was a waste of time.
Being the eldest brother, Yuan Pandi had long since accepted this.
And the reason he accepted it was due to life’s tough lessons. In his younger days, he was full of ideas, but unfortunately, every idea was quashed by his father’s slaps.
Over time, Yuan Pandi stopped using his brain.
Anyway, whoever wants to worry about it should go ahead and do it!
Yuan Zhaodi couldn’t understand why his big brother was so indifferent, but seeing that his older brother and cousins shared similar views, he wisely chose not to stand out.
Yesterday, he smartly handed over a box of silver accessories to his parents. He was pretty scared of dad settling scores later.
A group of people marched into the mountains, looking for trees suitable for building houses. Once they found one, they chopped it down.
Cutting down live trees is easier than dead ones.
Of course, once felled, the trees couldn’t be directly dragged home; they were too heavy.
With more than ten people working all day, dozens of trees wouldn’t be a problem.
Because Yuan Zhaodi worked as a foreman at the dock, he did fewer farm tasks, thus his strength was inferior to his brothers’.
As a result, his tree-chopping speed was the slowest.
Being slow was one thing, but Yuan Zhaodi was also super tired.
If he had chopped lots of trees, he could complain and sneak some rest.
But in truth, he cut down the fewest trees; even if he was exhausted enough to collapse, he had to grit his teeth and persevere.
"Look at you! Useless at everything!"
Old Yuan sauntered over to Yuan Zhaodi, not sparing him a bit of face.
"Dad, the fourth brother is a foreman at the dock, hasn’t done much manual labor in over two years, so slow work really can’t be blamed on him!"
Yuan Pandi kindly helped to explain for his brother.
In return, Old Yuan shot a sharp glare at his eldest son.
"Can’t blame him, so blame me?"
Yuan Pandi immediately fell silent.
After giving his two sons a good scolding, Old Yuan said nothing more, strutted away with hands behind his back.
Once the old man walked off, Yuan Pandi looked at Yuan Zhaodi and said, "Four, what did you do? Why did you make dad so mad?"
"Me? I didn’t do anything!"
Yuan Zhaodi knew what was going on in his heart but couldn’t say it.
Yuan Pandi wasn’t bothered to think much and said, "Four, put some effort into it. Your work speed is even slower than Little Fourteen!"
Little Fourteen was Yuan Zhaodi’s cousin, four years younger, and only fifteen this year.
Yuan Zhaodi glanced at his fourteen-year-old cousin, feeling like crying.
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If the two stood together, people might mistakenly think Yuan Zhaodi was the younger one.