"Brother, how many houses do we have to build?" Yuan Zhao Di was a little flustered.
As he spoke to his big brother, he started calculating in his heart.
He only had a son and a daughter, so there were two rooms. Then, he has seven nephews, and that's seven rooms. His cousins had 13 sons, so these were 13 rooms.
But, this was only temporary. In the future, the Yuan family would have more children!
He had a younger brother and four younger cousins who were not married yet. When they got married, they would have to give birth too.
"I don't know. We'll build as many buildings as our father wants. What's the point of thinking about that anyways?" Yuan Pan Di replied calmly. Of course, his calmness was purely because he didn't use his brain to think.
Old Yuan and his two brothers made all the big decisions in the Yuan family. As for Yuan Pan Di and the other brothers, they simply do their work obediently. The only reason for overthinking would be because they have nothing else to do.
As the leader of his brothers, Yuan Pan Di had already gotten used to many of their routines. The only reason why he accepted it was because he was tired of society. His mind used to be full of ideas, but unfortunately, his father rejected every idea.
Over time, Yuan Pan Di stopped using his brain.
Yuan Zhao Di did not understand why his brother was so carefree. However, seeing that his brothers and cousins had similar thoughts, he was smart enough not to express his point of view.
Yesterday, he played a little trick and threw the box of silver jewelry to his parents. He was pretty afraid that his father would settle the score after this.
The group of people entered the mountain, looking for big trees suitable for building houses and cutting down any trees they found suitable.
It was a lot easier cutting down a living tree than a dead one. Of course, bringing the cut-down trees home without chopping them into smaller pieces was impossible. They were too heavy.
With more than a dozen people working daily, dozens of trees were not a problem.
As Yuan Zhao Di was a manager at the dock, he did little farm work, so his strength was quite bad compared to his brothers. As a result, he was the slowest at cutting down trees.
It was fine that he was slow, but what distracted him the most was how tired he was.
If he managed to cut down more trees, he could still complain and take short breaks. However, it is obvious that he had chopped the least amount of trees. Therefore, even if he was so tired that he was about the fall to the ground, he could only grit his teeth and carry on.
"Look at you. Is there nothing you can do well?" Old Yuan said as he wandered to Yuan Zhao Di's side.
"Father, fourth brother is the manager of the dock. He hasn't done much physical work. You can't blame him for his slow work!" Yuan Pan Di kindly explained on behalf of his brother.
In the end, Old Yuan started attacking Yuan Pan Di by saying, "If you can't blame him, then blame me?"
"Uh ..." Yuan Pan Di instantly fell silent.
Old Yuan didn't say anything else after he had scolded his two sons. He put his hands behind his back and strolled to the side.
After the old man left, Yuan Pan Di turned to Yuan Zhao Di and said, "Fourth brother, what have you done? Why is our father so angry at you?"
"I didn't do anything!" Yuan Zhao Di said even though he knew what was happening.
Yuan Pan Di did not want to overthink it and said, "Put in more effort. You're not even half as fast as little fourteen!"
Little fourteen was Yuan Zhao Di's cousin. He was four years younger than Yuan Zhao Di and was only fifteen this year.
Yuan Zhao Di wanted to cry looking at his fourteenth cousin. Although his cousin was young, his body was much stronger than his.
If the two stood together, people might think he, Yuan Zhao Di, was the younger one.