On the wasteland side, the preparations for building the bungalow were in place. They were just waiting to break the ground tomorrow.
An Shanwu and Nie Huiyang were currently leading the villagers to cut down trees. Building a house required a lot of timbers.
Chu Lanzhen walked over, her eyes fixating on Chu Qingzhi's tall and thin figure.
She couldn't help but wonder why Qingzhi was so much stronger than them when they were all around the same age.
"Sister Qingzhi!"
Chu Qingzhi threw the bamboo in her arms to the ground and looked up, revealing her beautiful eyes. "Lanzhen, what's the matter?"
Chu Lanzhen was a little nervous. Her hands grabbed the corners of her clothes as she asked expectantly, "Sister Qingzhi, my father is sick. Can you treat him?"
At this moment, she understood the difference between them.
Qingzhi would definitely not be nervous when facing her, but facing Qingzhi, she would be nervous for no reason.
