"Money is hard to discuss?"
Zhao Tianlei glanced at him, "Just say it's borrowed from me—the rooms will still be brick houses, but the kitchen and storeroom can be made of adobe."
The latter thought about it and felt it was feasible.
After the end of the workday, everyone went back to their homes.
"Xiao He, Xiao He, your little sister has had an accident."
Zhao Tianhe had just arrived home when he heard his mother say anxiously.
"What happened?"
Little Aunt Zhao immediately said, "I heard your little sister was beaten up; she's in the hospital now. Your father went to find your uncle. We must hurry to town."
What?
Beaten up?
Little Aunt Zhao was extremely anxious, having found out about the incident only after finishing work.
"Your brother went to hitch the ox cart."
