Her second uncle likes to be lazy, and everyone in the old Han family knows that if he really doesn't know it, forget it, obviously there are many things he doesn't want to learn or think about, so he just passed it on to others and counted on others to help him do it.

   It is not a rare thing to build a pig sty. It takes a little time to build adobe bricks one by one.

   She will do this!

   "It's okay, it's okay!" The fifth Han family patted Han Yingmei on the shoulder. "I've promised, I can't say no now, can I?"

   "Okay, Dad, don't you agree to help me next time? We can't suffer too much!"

   "Okay, Dad remembered it!"

   Zhao Qishan carried Mrs. Zhao down from the carriage.

   "Mother, grandma is here!" Han Yingxue called from the yard.

   "Grandma is here, grandma is here!" Several children cheered and ran out of the house.

   Being with Mrs. Han, Mrs. Zhao is really much better. In the past, when Mrs. Zhao came to visit the Zhao family, he would bake several cakes at home and bring them over.

   Mrs. Zhao's skill in pancakes is good, so several children like it very much!

In the old Han's house, a few children couldn't eat anything delicious, and Mrs. Zhao's cakes became the delicacy in his eyes, so the children looked forward to Mrs. Zhao every time to come over, so that they would have Delicious pie.

   Although he doesn't want to eat cakes now, the thoughts of several children to Mrs. Zhao have not changed.

   So when Han Yingxue called out that Mr. Zhao was too much, several children ran out with such cheers. Welcome to Mrs. Zhao.

  Han Yingxue used to be an orphan and didn't understand this kind of emotion. Only since she went to Kyoto for a few days last time did she realize how much she misses her family.

   She likes this feeling very much, it makes her feel the warmth of home.

   This life is really good, there are people she loves, and there are people who love her.

   Mr. Zhao walked out of the room in disbelief, thinking that he had heard it wrong. When I saw the old lady Zhao on Zhao Qishan's back, I realized that everything was real.

   walked out with some tears in his eyes.

   "Mother!" Zhao's voice trembled.

   "Mother, carry your grandma into the house and say it!" Han Yingxue said.

   Zhao nodded.

   Zhao Qishan put Mrs. Zhao on the bed.

   It is estimated that several people sleeping in one bed is a bit crowded at night, so Han Yingxue decided to build a bed for Mrs. Han out of wood.

   "Mother!" Mrs. Zhao sat down beside Mrs. Zhao, "Mother, you are suffering. Look how thin you are now?"

Mrs. Zhao also looked at Mrs. Zhao distressedly, but looking at Mrs. Zhao's ruddy face, she also grew a little flesh, thinking that her daughter is indeed like what Zhao Tiangang said, she didn't suffer much, and her heart was hanging all the time. , finally let go.

   "It's not bitter, it's not bitter!" Mrs. Zhao choked.

   "Mother, why isn't your leg healed?"

   "Isn't it serious? It's alright, isn't this coming to you? Girl Xue said she can cure me!"

   "Well, then stay with me!"

   Zhao knew that her mother must have suffered a lot from Cheng Guihua these days. With the temperament of her sister-in-law, she cannot be expected to be nice to her mother!

  Niang and the two squeaked, and Han Yingxue went out to make a simple bed for Mrs. Zhao.

   looked for a few thick wooden sticks, and found a hammer and nails.

   Mrs. Han sleeps alone, so the bed doesn’t need to be too big, just put a 90-centimeter-wide wooden board.

   "Xue'er, let me come!" Zhao Qishan snatched the hammer from Han Yingxue's hand.