He has also lived in the capital for more than ten years. Indeed, Lihua Village is only close to the mountains, so it is more convenient to collect herbs.
He is a doctor and very aware of his own situation. In the future, he may only live by collecting medicine.
Although he has conflicts with his parents, they are his own parents, after all. If he leaves them, it will affect his reputation and the children's future.
"It's just..." Murong Zhe added: "There are no more vacant rooms for us to rent in the village."
When their family split up, Li Zheng had already asked all the villagers, and only the Gao family had an empty house, otherwise they would not have lived with her.
Li Zheng is tentatively asked: "What about your parents...?"
After all, he is their child. If the child has nowhere to live, his parents can't watch him live on the streets.
His daughter also woke up; maybe his parents regretted pushing him away.
When he mentioned his parents, Murong Zhe's face suddenly became ugly. The conflict from 20 days ago is still vivid in his mind. When he thinks of what his parents said, his heart still hurts. He shook his head worryingly and said, "It's impossible for them. "
Many people in the village also witnessed what happened twenty days ago, so, unsurprisingly, he said this.
And since it has been noisy here for so long, his parents must have heard the wind long ago, and they would have come a long time ago.
Murong Lingran just remembered: shouldn't they live with their grandparents?
There are also blood-sucking worm-like uncles; why haven't I seen them?
Murong Zhe stroked his daughter's head. His parents have always prioritized sons over daughters, and now that her daughter is awake, he can't let her go back to being wrong, "Uncle Zhuang, I see there is a lot of bamboo on the mountain; please find some people to help me. Let's build a simple bamboo house in the open space at the foot of the mountain. It doesn't have to be too big, just one room. I still have some money here. If it's not enough, I will sell the herbs tomorrow, and it should be enough for the wages. I will work hard with my children in the future. Collect herbs and save enough money to buy land to build a formal one."
Only then did Li Zheng realize that the basket behind him was full of medicinal herbs, and he nodded again and again; this was indeed a solution. "Okay, your idea is right; the bamboo house will not be cold for the coming few days, and it is okay as a temporary residence. Take it slow in the future, but it's just a bamboo hut; half a day is enough."
After saying that, he looked at the people who had not dispersed to see who could volunteer and help.
Fortunately, most of the villagers were very kind and said they would come after lunch.
Although it is a busy time for farming, for the young and strong family members, delaying for a short time is not a problem.
The sunset was on the west mountain, and the sky was darker. Murong Zhe looked at the bamboo house rising from the ground and sighed inaudibly.
Although the people who helped were unwilling to receive money—after all, they only worked for two or three hours—Murong Zhe did not want to take advantage of them. After thanking them, each of them gave 20 cents, which gave a better impression.
After all, Murong Lingran was still very weak and fell asleep when everyone was busy. When she woke up the next day, they had moved into the bamboo house.
She tried to sit up, but the moment I moved, I felt the world spinning around. My eyes were black, and my breathing became short, so I had no choice but to lie down.
Her body is too weak.