Jiang Hu slept until it was almost dark before getting up, and he casually arranged the sleeping place for the night.
"Xiao Ze, the house is small. I'll tidy up this room. How about you and Xiji both sleep here?"
Jiang Hu was talking about the room where they kept the grain.
It's not small; the grain was packed in burlap bags, stacked together, with more than half the space still empty.
Putting in two beds was not a problem at all. Tomorrow they could make two more cabinets to place in there, and it would be convenient for Xiji and Liu Ze to live together and take care of each other.
Liu Ze nodded: "Whatever works. Thank you, Uncle Jiang."
Jiang Hu waved his hand: "It's nothing to trouble about. The place is just small. Just don't mind it, that's all. Xiji, give me a hand. Let's adjust things a bit more."
"Sure thing, Brother Jiang." Xiji quickly jogged over, and the two of them rearranged the grain. Jiang Hu also found a few pieces of wood to support the grain.
