"Wei An, Wei An..." Yang Xiaolin rushed into Xiangyang Team and finally found her husband on their homestead plot, cutting grass and clearing rubble.
In Upper Waifang Village of Xiangyang Team, when a family's sons grew up and were ready to branch off, they could get a homestead plot approved to build a house, as long as the team gave its consent.
But getting an ideal plot, one large enough for spacious front and back yards, was much more difficult. Nowadays, there wasn't a single large piece of open land that wasn't being used to grow crops.
Unlike his younger brother, Shen Weimin, who had simply chosen to spend money on an old courtyard house, Shen Wei'an had picked this plot of wasteland right at the edge of the village.
The location of this wasteland was excellent. It was on high ground with a small stream running alongside it, and it was close to the commune headquarters. It was a tranquil spot despite its proximity to the bustle, a truly auspicious piece of land.
