"Wooden buildings naturally consume a lot of wood, and with the recent fire, many of the timber that could be used for beams and columns is now unusable."
"My grandfather plans to halt construction if we don't purchase more wood this year, and use the remaining timber to make furniture to keep everyone busy during the winter."
Seeing Zhang Xiaowei's confusion, Lu Xueyou quickly explained.
If it weren't for this mention, Zhang Xiaowei would have completely forgotten about it.
The fire from Brother Xiao Ma had indeed added insult to injury for him.
"I understand the situation, and I'll resolve it as soon as possible."
Zhang Xiaowei felt overwhelmed, with his earlier joy completely washed away.
Recently, troubles seem to come one after another.
Han Xue wanted him to help catch a criminal.
The farm needs a large stockpile of feed.
Now, even wood is running short. What's most frustrating is that he doesn't have any solutions.
