From Cannon Fodder to '80s Tycoon with My Space Supermarket-Chapter 235 - 178: Mr. Fu’s Suspicion

Mr. Fu thought to himself, now that he’s getting older, he truly can’t handle the hassle anymore.

Back in the day, once winter came, every morning, even before the sky brightened, he would get up to stoke the stove.

This was used to warm the house.

After all, in rural areas during this period, every household relied on this method for heating. If you didn’t stoke the stove, the house would be just like an ice cellar.

It’s beyond words how cold it would be.

Before going to sleep at night, he would place a bowl of water above his head, thinking that if he woke up in the middle of the night, he wouldn’t need to get out of bed to pour water, but could drink it directly for convenience.

Yet, who could expect that by the next morning, he’d find the bowl of water had frozen solid, with chunks of ice in the bowl, frozen as hard as they could be.

When water can freeze into ice, you can imagine how cold the room really is.

If a new house were to be built, the new windows would have better sealing and tightly keep the cold wind outside, making the room much warmer.

Plus, with an additional layer of insulation, winter wouldn’t be as hard to endure.

The more Mr. Fu thought about it, the more he felt that building the house sooner was better.

So, he wholeheartedly agreed, saying:

"Look at what our son said, every word spoke directly to my heart,"

"I’ve been fed up with living in this house long enough, it’s always dusty, not to mention it often leaks rain, and during winter, it lets in drafts, the cold inside this house is unimaginable, even while wearing two pairs of cotton trousers, I still feel the chill."

"Every time I bring up building a new house, you hold me back. Initially, I didn’t say much, but nowadays, all the neighboring families have already moved into new houses, some with even poorer conditions than ours, and our family has no reason to let them outdo us," 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Furthermore, the benefits of building a new house are numerous, by then, once the house is equipped with electric lighting, when it gets dark, turning on the lights will brighten the room immensely."

"Save the trouble of using the kerosene lamp daily, not only does it blacken the room, but it also leaves a smell,"

Mr. Fu, getting older, over the years, his eyesight has worsened, and whenever there’s a little bit of oil smoke, his eyes feel uncomfortable.

After saying these things, he didn’t forget to add another sentence:

"You stubborn old woman, I couldn’t figure out what you’re worried about, neighbors whose days aren’t as good as ours have already built new houses, there’s no need for us to live like this when we have the means."

"It’s not that I’m eager to build a new house out of envy of others, it’s truly because this old house of ours is genuinely uninhabitable, you’re aware of how we’ve managed over the years."

"It’s not that I have a competitive spirit, look at your family, how have their days been these past years? With the kind of conditions they have, they’re able to build a new house, why can’t our family do the same?"

"If none of the families in the village have built a new house, then we could wait a bit, avoiding being that one family that’s drawing attention and causing jealousy."

"Now, it’s only our family in the village that hasn’t built a new house. Every time I go out for a walk, you have no idea what the neighbors say to me."

Mr. Fu spoke while frowning, feeling a bit annoyed.

In recent years, villagers in the village have gradually built new houses, and among neighbors, competitiveness couldn’t be helped and arose.

Whenever at the village entrance, every household’s topic of conversation consistently revolves around the issue of new houses.

Comparing each family’s house, whose house is built nicely, whose house is built well, and additionally, whose house is better decorated inside.

Whenever these topics came up, Mr. Fu just wanted to find someplace to sneak off and hide, after all, their family’s conditions are among the top in the village, inevitably leading their neighbors to ask a few times why they haven’t yet built a new house.

He simply couldn’t claim poverty, seeing that everyone in the village knows how much Fu Yu earns each month. Knowing they aren’t poor, and if he said his stubborn wife won’t let him build a new house, the neighbors would surely laugh at him, calling him henpecked.