On the road, Song Yunuan still said, "Dad, there's no reason for you to be down, the monks from outside can chant scriptures too. See how they treat Branch Secretary Guan? Isn't it the same as how they used to treat you?"
Song Liang thought about it and it seemed to be true.
Oh well, brooding over this is pointless.
He still needed to hurry up and build the west wing room.
Also, he needed to quickly get more clay, there was an abandoned brick kiln in the wasteland to the north of the village, and he knew how to make bricks, planning to make his own blue bricks.
His daughter said she didn't like red bricks, and if he could make them, he would use blue bricks.
Then he would build a big house with blue bricks and roof tiles.
The older generation always said that blue bricks were actually better than red bricks, but nowadays, most people use red bricks, so the majority of people don't know how to fire blue bricks.
