Luo Chong was busy planning the industrial layout of the south, while Xiao Die and Zhan Ying, back home, were busy as well.
"Yingmei, do you think Tang Yao will like this house?"
"She probably will. Didn't she think her home in Hanyang City was quite nice when she lived there? This new house is even prettier than the old one in Hanyang City. How could she not like it?
"Besides, I think the house itself isn't the most important thing. What matters most is how her husband treats her. It's the same with the two of us. We follow our husband and make a life with him. Wherever he is, that's our home. As long as he treats us well, what does it matter if we live in a thatched hut? We could grow crops and raise pigs ourselves and still wouldn't starve." Zhan Ying voiced her opinion as well.
"Mm, what you said makes sense. The house isn't the key—what matters is how her husband treats her. Should we go urge our husband a little? We've been here for several days already, but he still hasn't gone to see her at the Tang Tribe. Do you think she'll feel hurt when she finds out?"
Xiao Die nodded in strong agreement. When she had first gotten together with Luo Chong, hadn't she lived in a thatched hut too? It didn't matter, though. As long as Luo Chong treated her well, that was enough.
"Then let's urge him a little. Maybe he's been too busy and forgot. We'll bring it up when we eat dinner tonight." Zhan Ying suggested it again.
"Mm-hmm."
Once they had settled the matter, the two of them returned to taking care of every aspect of their new home. The little rascal Luo Cheng's railway still