Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

Aunt Hong is a warm-hearted person. She used to be the women's director in the factory, and she is efficient in her speech and work.

She pushed the young man forward and said to Li Xiaojuan with a smile, "Xiaojuan, look, this is Song Dazhu, a worker from our Hongxing Factory."

His family lived in the Hongxing Factory residential compound not far away.

This child's parents have both passed away, leaving him all alone with no siblings to help him.

Although his circumstances are not ideal, this kid is honest and hardworking, but he's too dull, so he hasn't found a partner yet.

I figured you two were both honest people, and living together would be a stable and reliable life for you.

Li Xiaojuan glanced at Song Dazhu, and Song Dazhu blushed instantly. He didn't know where to put his hands and just kept his head down, staring at the tips of his shoes.

Seeing his expression, Li Xiaojuan found it somewhat amusing, and her guard lowered a little.

She poured a glass of water for Aunt Hong and another for Song Dazhu.

"Aunt Hong, please have some water." Li Xiaojuan handed over the cup and glanced at Song Dazhu.

"Comrade Song, please sit down. Standing is tiring."

This person seems honest, unlike those who are glib and smooth-talking.

I'm not very smart to begin with, and I'm afraid I'll suffer if I date someone who's all talk and no action.

Only then did Song Dazhu dare to sit down, his bottom barely touching the edge of the chair, his hands neatly placed on his knees, like a student waiting to be scolded.

Seeing his appearance, Li Xiaojuan relaxed her guard a little.

Seeing that the two of them were a little uncomfortable, Aunt Hong made an excuse to leave first, and before leaving, she winked at Li Xiaojuan.

Seeing that the man was honest and reliable, Li Xiaojuan chatted with him for a bit and then agreed to give him a try.

Upon hearing this, Song Dazhu's eyes lit up immediately. He nodded repeatedly and awkwardly replied, "Yes, yes, then, I, I will definitely treat you well."

Seeing his expression, Li Xiaojuan couldn't help but smile and said nothing more.

In the following days, Song Dazhu would voluntarily help Li Xiaojuan with some of the heavy lifting in the shop.

In the morning, I buy meat and move the goods; in the evening, I help clean up before closing the stall.

Even Zhang Wenying thought that this young man was down-to-earth, capable, and reliable.

Besides, Aunt Hong said that Song Dazhu also has a two-bedroom apartment in the Hongxing Factory. Although it's a bit old, it's kept clean and tidy. After he gets married, he'll have a place to settle down.

Although her daughter doesn't lack houses, having more people means more help, and things will eventually get better.

Li Xiaojuan understood that for someone of her background, meeting an honest man like Song Dazhu was already a rare stroke of luck.

She wasn't the arrogant type of girl; she knew that practicality was key to a good life.

Although Song Dazhu didn't talk much, he was very considerate to her, making her feel a long-lost warmth.

Zhang Wenying took some time these past few days to go to the south of the city, hoping to find a construction team to renovate those twelve old houses.

If she remembers correctly, this area will be demolished starting next February.

She needs to repair the house and rent it out before the demolition, even if it's only for a few months, so she can earn extra rent.

Even if no one rents it, she still has to tidy up the house so that she can get more area in the demolition compensation.

Because lines need to be drawn before demolition.

A red line was drawn and a registration was made. Everything in the yard is included in the compensation scope. If you want to move back to an extra room, an extra wall, or an extra tree in the future, it will not be included in the compensation scope.

Zhang Wenying had a clear plan in mind. Although these twelve old houses were dilapidated, they had solid foundations and spacious courtyards. As long as the courtyard walls were rebuilt and a new floor or a few rooms were added, the area for demolition compensation would be much larger.

As she was pondering, she saw a young man in blue overalls squatting at the entrance of the alley, holding a roll of blueprints in his hand, gesturing at the row of old houses. Beside him was a canvas tool bag, from which a measuring tape and a cement shovel were visible.

Zhang Wenying took a closer look.

It grew quite well after that.

With thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a robust physique, his resolute and handsome face held a focused expression, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were measuring something.

Zhang Wenying took a few steps closer. Hearing the footsteps, the young man looked up and saw a middle-aged woman. He stood up, smiled politely, and said, "Auntie, hello, are you here to have your house repaired?"

He had no idea that there was anything wrong with squatting on the street soliciting business.

Zhang Wenying looked him up and down, noticing the densely packed dimensions on the roll of blueprints in his hand, and asked, "Are you in the construction industry?"

The young man has good taste.

The future of construction teams is very promising.

The country is in dire need of rebuilding, and construction is underway everywhere. In the southern part of the city alone, several major projects are scheduled to start next year.

The young man smiled and nodded: "Hello, Auntie, my name is Liu Wendong, and I am a veteran."

Having just formed a construction team, they were thinking of finding some work in the southern part of the city.

"If you need house repairs, you've come to the right place. Our team is full of veterans; they're honest workers, their prices are fair, and they'll never cut corners."

Hearing him say that, Zhang Wenying was somewhat tempted.

She felt a fondness for the military profession.

Her father was a veteran, so she always had a natural trust in people in military uniforms.

"Alright, young comrade, then come with me to take a look."

Zhang Wenying led Liu Wendong deeper into the alley, pointing to the old houses on both sides as they walked, saying, "These are the twelve courtyards. Do you think we can add two or three more floors?"

If it's not possible to add a roof, just help me demolish the courtyard wall and build a few single-story houses around it.

Upon hearing this, Liu Wendong's eyes lit up immediately. He quickly walked to the nearest courtyard, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and went inside.

The weeds in the yard had grown to knee height, and many of the roof tiles of the main houses were missing, but the foundations of the walls remained solid.

He squatted down, measured the thickness of the foundation with a tape measure, tapped the brick wall, and looked up at Zhang Wenying, saying, "Auntie, the foundation is solid, so it's perfectly fine to add a roof."

But the house was old and dilapidated. If we wanted to add a structure, we had to reinforce the roof and load-bearing walls first. Otherwise, the old walls wouldn't be able to withstand the weight of the floor above. He stood up and dusted off his hands.

"The walls of these courtyards can be demolished and the houses rebuilt."

They will all be built into three-story buildings, with three rooms on each floor, and twelve courtyards connected together, which will add at least a hundred more rooms.

However, this budget is not a small amount.

Including labor and material costs, a 200-square-meter yard would cost at least 2,000 yuan.

The total cost for all twelve courtyards would probably be over 30,000.

"But Auntie, don't worry, I, Liu Wendong, always do things transparently. Every penny spent will be clearly listed for you, and I will never overstate anything."