Everyone was gathering in the yard to chat. Qiaoqiao suddenly said this, and everyone immediately looked at Aunt Lianhua.
This is a woman who works constantly at home, but does not have a strong sense of presence.
Aunt Lianhua is fifty-two years old this year. Her hair is gray and somewhat sparse, but her face is round. She has wrinkles when she smiles. Her short body is constantly moving, and she can’t take any time off. She is like a machine that never tires. dynamo.
But at this moment, this honest and sincere person's eyes were red and her nose was sore. For some reason, she could not help but shed tears one by one, even though she would be laughed at easily if she cried...
“I…I…”
She wiped it awkwardly, wanting to say something, but was choked with sobs.
Qiao Qiao said "Ah" a little at a loss. Just as she was about to ask something, she heard Song Tan say directly:
"Okay! Aunt Lianhua is alone, can she arrange for the smallest bed? 20 square meters! This 20 square meter bed has a 1m2 bed. Can she get used to it?"
What's wrong with sleeping on this? Not to mention that Aunt Lianhua has just seen the house with everyone. This 20-square-meter one-bedroom, one-living-room, one-bathroom, with a small balcony...
What else is she dissatisfied with?
Once she got married, she would have no room in her natal family, let alone her children who are all married now.
And the woman who married in had no permanent property. Although Qiao Qiao was stupid, her words were direct - if one day the men in the family came back to quarrel with her and chased her away with sticks, the villagers would sympathize with her and take her in. Hell, maybe the villagers will come back and give advice.
But as long as someone says "this is my house", she will either have to swallow her humiliation and ask for a place to live, or she will end up homeless and as panicked as a bereft dog...
Her mother-in-law did treat her like her own mother, but the other one was also a piece of meat she had shed! She is not her own "mother" either...
The more this happened, the more Aunt Lianhua was afraid of making it difficult for her.
The farthest place she has ever been is the urban area, and she can only go there twice a year. If you tell her that she needs to be independent and self-reliant, get divorced and work outside the home, etc...
She didn't dare, she was too honest, could only speak dialects, and didn't know much about literacy. She got married and took care of her husband and children, and later took care of her paralyzed mother-in-law. She was really tired all her life.
Working for Song Tan's house, washing vegetables, tidying up the dishes, and doing some hygiene... During this period, she didn't have to worry about her mother-in-law, and she didn't have to think about her children and husband. It was a rare relaxation and peace for her.
Now, Qiaoqiao, who she treated like a child, suddenly said that she would be given a dormitory—she knew that was not for her.
But...but that was a dormitory. The place was assigned to her only, and she lived alone!
Aunt Lianhua was in a trance, but she could hear clearly in her trance, so she just covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly—
She was really speechless.
But the Old Song family's thoughtfulness doesn't stop there.
Because Song Tan quickly took out a key: "Aunt Lianhua, you have been a great help to our family - come on, you will be assigned a room on the second floor. The room number is posted on the key. You can change the lock yourself. ”
She seemed not to have noticed Aunt Lianhua's red eyes and embarrassment on her face. At this moment, she only spoke lightly as if nothing had happened:
“The room now only has a shower and a squat toilet. The bed must be installed together with the air conditioner and water heater. There is also a small table and nothing else.”
"You have the key. During this time, you can go up the mountain to see what is missing. If you want anything, you can only buy it yourself...curtains, stools, etc., you can also worry about it."
She said it was trouble, but for Aunt Lianhua, where was this trouble? It was clearly a step-by-step ladder for her to settle down and establish a life. At this moment, she was wiping her tears in a panic, her voice was still hoarse, but her face was smiling: "Don't worry about the curtains, there are plenty of old sheets and quilts at home, I can make them myself!"
She is not in a hurry!
Would this environment be too good? Why is there an air conditioner and water heater?
She was a little uneasy: "As long as there is a fan in the room... you can also use the stove in winter... Why is there such an expensive thing installed? I don't need it."
Zhang Yanping interjected cheerfully: "Aunt Lianhua, you can't do without it. These are all purchased together and are not expensive. The oven is not safe."
“But you don’t live here for free. You have to pay your own water, electricity and sanitation bills - when we originally applied for the farm, we specifically planned for agricultural electricity use.”
“But later on when we set up a factory, the electricity in the dormitory can only be used for commercial and residential purposes, which is a bit expensive...you have to pay for it yourself.”
Obviously they were talking about paying for it, but Aunt Lianhua suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay! Okay, I'll hand it over myself... Who should I hand it over to? Or should I hand it over directly on WeChat?"
This hasn’t been decided yet!
Song Tan was helpless: "There's no rush, Auntie, I'll tell you when we get back to arranging the specific people. You can go up and take a look when you have nothing to do during the day."
Ah, really, why are there so many details and trivial matters after handing over the house?
Song Tan turned around and said, "Brother Yan Ping..."
Zhang Yanping: ...Stop talking, just name me Ouchi Manager tomorrow! Why do you think of everything on my head?
His first reaction was to refuse, but for some reason, before refusing, he glanced at Xin Jun secretly - this guy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, could he be boomeranging again?
So he only cautiously changed the subject: "No hurry, no hurry, let's divide the dormitories first - where do Professor Song and the others live?"
That’s no need to say it!
The door with the best sunshine on the second floor is 50 square meters, the largest area! The side door at the other end is for Master Jiang, which is also about the same size.
No matter how moisture-proof the first floor is, the humidity is still a little heavier, and the light is a little worse. For Master Jiang who has just recovered from a serious illness and Professor Song who is older, the second floor without a few steps is most suitable.
It is 50 square meters, with two bedrooms and one living room separated by the same area. They are provided with basic furniture and appliances, and they have to slowly arrange the rest according to their own wishes.
As for the several small rooms separated between these two side rooms, Professor Song’s three students don’t care how many are left, let’s leave the rooms empty first!
Why are many people now unwilling to stay and work in rural areas? Resources are one part, and living environment is another part.
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Nowadays, only by planting sycamore trees can we attract the golden phoenix!
Thinking of this, Song Tan couldn't help but say:
“When will Professor Song come back?”
Update 2, no more! Good night in advance!
The 20-square-meter house type refers to a dedicated single-room rental house. The 15-square-meter house can even have a separate kitchen. When I went to Hong Kong, because of money, I was only willing to stay in a hotel for 400 yuan a night. My sister and I had a twin room with a bathroom, which was 11 square meters.
Caring for patients, especially those who are unable to take care of themselves... long-term care, the kind of hard work is really difficult to bear.
My grandma was paralyzed for a period of time before she passed away. Her three daughters and four sons took turns taking care of her. The hardships were really hard to describe.
There is no filial son before a long-term illness. This is not a condemnation, but a pertinent description.