Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was late August.
More than half of Zhao Yan's house had been built. Wang Cuizhi was a sensible person. She would pay anyone who came to help. The salary was higher than what ordinary people would pay. Later on, more and more people came to help.
Su Changsheng's family often came to help, but they would never ask for money. They only said that the rent and food they gave were enough.
Seeing that they were really unwilling to accept it, Wang Cuizhi could only give up. However, at the end of summer, she made a few new sets of clothes for the four children of the Su family.
The three boys' were blue and gray, but Su Ling's was different.
Wang Cuizhi made her a pink one, a green one, and a sky blue one.
Because Xiaoqiu said that Su Ling had never had new clothes, Wang Cuizhi wanted to compensate her in this way.
Wang Cuizhi's skills were very good. In the entire Ancient Tree Village, there was no one better than her at needlework.
The fabric she chose was very high-quality, and the clothes she made were also very exquisite.
The little girl was so happy that she hugged it to sleep at night. She also began to look forward to autumn every day, looking forward to wearing new clothes.
Because of this, Xu Fengqiao was even more grateful to them and worked harder to help.
The house already had a rough outline. The next step was to pour mortar and repair the courtyard walls.
Su Ling went to see it every day. She watched as the house took shape and gradually became complete.
She was extremely happy. Even though she knew they were leaving after the house was built, she was still happy for them.
Although they were outsiders, with a house, they could set up a home in Ancient Tree Village.
After a few more days, a message came from the village.
The fortune-teller would open the school on the last day of the month.
Parents with children in the village were already preparing tuition fees, but they were told that it was free.
The fortune-teller had always been a casual person. Although he did not work as hard as they did, he did not have to worry about food and drink.
They were all very grateful and took better care of him. Sometimes, they would bring him some good food.
On this day, Su Ling was urged by Xu Fengqiao to come to the fortune-teller's house.
In her arms was an egg that her mother had asked her to give to the fortune-teller.
Her mother said that one had to be grateful. Master did not want money to teach them to read for free. She had to be grateful to him.
So she had brought this egg, which was considered expensive and rare even for the villagers, and brought it to him.
Master took her egg and smiled at her.
"You're giving me an egg. Does Little Su Ling have some?"
Su Ling was licking her fingers and did not hear him at all.
The eggs smelled so good.
However, they had just eaten wild onion scrambled eggs some time ago. Her mother would definitely not cook for her anymore.
The fortune-teller Master crouched down when she said nothing.
"Little Su Ling?"
Su Ling finally came back to her senses and opened her mouth. "Ah."
The fortune-teller pointed to the egg in his hand, still smiling.
"Little Su Ling, do you have eggs?"
Su Ling shook her head, then nodded quickly.
"Yes, I've had eggs before. Eggs taste good."
Seeing this, the fortune-teller wanted to break open half of it and give it to her, but Su Ling hurriedly retreated.
Her mother had said that this egg had to be given to Master. She could not eat it secretly.
She would go back and smell it.
She had always been obedient, so even if Master took the initiative to share it with her, she could not accept it.
"I'm going home first. Remember to eat egg!"
The little figure ran as fast as it could, and soon reached the path.