Therefore, now is the perfect time to get a homestead plot. Once the time passes, it will become difficult.
Tang Zhinian thought for a moment. How could he have forgotten about this homestead plot?
"Brother, what do you need the homestead plot for?"
Tang Zhijun was squatting on the ground, holding a bowl, drinking corn gruel. In the morning it was corn gruel. By evening, after adding some noodles to it, it would become corn gruel with noodles. Paired with a plate of pickled mustard greens, it was a dish he could never tire of.
Tang Zhijun took another sip of the corn gruel and noodles. We've got enough space in our house; why on earth would we want to get another plot?
"It's not for me," Tang Zhinian glanced at his younger brother, "Eventually, you will marry and need a wife. Do you plan to spend the rest of your life living with your elder brother?"
"What do I want with a woman if she doesn't want you and Yuxin?"
