Chapter 132: Why Does That Man Look Familiar to Me?

The next day, the Chuxue family got up early.

Even Father Liu was tidied up neatly by Mother Liu, and Chuxue, the strongman, carried him onto a borrowed flatbed cart.

The whole family headed toward the homestead site.

The wine was just ordinary sorghum baijiu, the same Qiu Shaofeng had bought before; Father Liu had never dared to open it, but now it finally came in handy.

Upon arriving, Uncle Liangzi directed them, and they quickly found the right spot.

Father Liu personally poured three cups of wine as an offering, then Chuxue pushed him to the center of the foundation to light firecrackers; after the deafening explosions died down, Father Liu was pushed back to the northwest corner, where he symbolically dug one scoop with a shovel, and only then did everyone officially begin work.

What Chuxue didn't expect was that as soon as they started work on their end, a Jiefang truck entered the village.

The vehicle drove straight to the Liu family's doorstep, drawing the villagers back around: "Who are you looking for?"

Fu Yan Cheng stepped down from the truck: "We are here to deliver cement to Liu Chuxue."

"She's not home; she's at the homestead site right now."

"Could you please help us with directions?"

"Ah, come with me."

Just as they were about to leave, someone shouted loudly: "They're back, Chuxue and her family are back."

Fu Yan Cheng looked up and saw Chuxue pushing the flatbed cart toward them; he hurried forward a few steps: "Comrade Liu."

"Ah, when did you arrive?"

She had noticed the Jiefang truck ahead, but hadn't thought of Fu Yan Cheng: "That truck wasn't driven by you, was it?"

"Yes. I thought I shouldn't delay matters, so I borrowed a truck and brought the cement directly to you."

Having finished speaking, he bowed to Father and Mother Liu: "Uncle, Auntie, hello."

Today Fu Yan Cheng wasn't wearing his military uniform, and with so many people coming that day, Father and Mother Liu hadn't remembered anyone: "Xue, who is this?"

"Mom, this is Fu Yan Cheng, the one who saved me before."

"So it was you. Thank you so much."

Fu Yan Cheng was about to say something when Chuxue interrupted: "So many people are watching; let's talk about those things later."

Didn't she see everyone straining to listen? Some things were better kept known only to themselves; no need to make them public knowledge: "Why not just unload the cement right here? We can pull over whatever we need; the uncovered area over there would be ruined if it rained."

Fu Yan Cheng didn't expect Chuxue to understand these things, and the admiration in his eyes grew even stronger.

Father Liu hadn't expected someone to come specially to deliver cement; hearing his daughter's words, he agreed: "Then let's unload it in the west side room first; we can pull over whatever we need from there."

"Alright. I'll help you take Uncle inside first, then back the truck over."

Uncle Liangzi, hearing the commotion, brought a few people over: "Chuxue, I heard the cement has arrived?"

"Yes."

"Uncle Liangzi, where is the sand you mentioned?"

"I've already arranged for people to haul it over; there's enough for your house. When the river floods again this summer, just dredge the sand and return it to me."

"Good thing you had some; otherwise we'd be in trouble today."

"I already told your father about it earlier."

Father Liu smiled and added: "I actually forgot to mention it to you. There's also slaked lime that Uncle Liangzi buried last year; it just so happens to benefit our family. Once my leg heals, I'll haul the lime back and fill his pit for him."

With Fu Yan Cheng's help, the cement was unloaded quickly. The onlookers outside were utterly envious: "Who is that man?"

"Not sure; I didn't dare ask."

"The Shanliang family is truly remarkable; they even have friends who drive big trucks."

"Why does that man look a bit familiar to me?"