The happy little days of the Ye family

Early the next morning, Tang Shan took Tang Xiaojing to a big house in the town.

The house was on the edge of the town. It occupied a large area. It was a large house. As soon as Tang Xiaojing entered, he liked the house quite a lot.

The courtyard wall is very high, and there are many sharp broken tiles on the top, making it impossible for ordinary thieves or second-rate thieves to climb over the wall.

Tang Xiaojing fell in love with the courtyard wall of this house.

Tang has a small family, so he often goes to the mountains to collect herbs and inspect traps. Sometimes he catches big prey in the afternoon and has to rush to the county overnight, and Tangshan also leaves early and returns late.

After getting married, Ye Qingqing was at home alone, which made him a little worried.

If this kind of courtyard wall is built, the safety will be much better.

There is a stone-paved path in the middle of the front yard, from the main entrance to the hall entrance, so even if it rains, your shoes will not get dirty.

The eaves of the house are the same as those painted by Ye Qingqing. They are also designed in the style of a wide corridor. Even if it rains, you can freely shuttle between the houses.

The house is made of blue bricks and tiles, and the whole house is exquisite and spacious.

As soon as Tangshan and his son entered the door, a middle-aged man about the same age as Tangshan came out.

Fang Lin greeted him enthusiastically, "Brother Tang, why are you free to come over here today?"

Tangshan smiled heartily, "My old house has been in disrepair for a long time, and I want your help to knock it down and rebuild it."

Then Tang Shan introduced the two of them: "This is my son Tang Xiaojing, and this is your uncle Fang. He is a famous master builder in the town. The houses he builds are affordable and beautiful."

"Hello, Uncle Fang."

"Okay, okay, what a talent."

Fang Lin invited the Tang family father and son into the hall and poured tea for them.

"Don't you have a house in the county? Do you really want to take root in the village?" Fang Lin knew that Tangshan had been living in the county before, and there was also a house in the county.

Tangshan grew up in the village since he was a child, and now he doesn't feel any discomfort when he returns to the village.

Tangshan said cheerfully: "There is nothing wrong with the village. I have already bought dozens of acres of wasteland in the village. I will cultivate it for a few years and I will be a small landowner in the future."

"Okay, then when do you want to build a house? What kind of house do you want to build?" Fang Lin naturally wouldn't push it if there was a business.

Tang Xiaojing took out the sketch of the house from his pocket and handed it to Fang Lin.

"Uncle Fang, this is the sketch of the house. Take a look at it first. We want to repair the house before the year, but you don't seem to have time."

Fang Lin opened the drawing and saw that it was just an ordinary farmhouse, so he thought it was not a big problem.

"The house in your picture can be repaired, and it won't take long. It can be built in about a month and a half."

"It's just that there were two heavy rainstorms in the first half of the year, and many houses collapsed in the county. I have taken over many houses here before, and now there are two that are under construction."

Tangshan asked anxiously: "How long will it take for these two houses to be built?"

"The foundations of those two houses have been laid now. It will probably take a month before they are vacant and we can start work on your house."

"It's still early. It only takes you a month and a half to build your house. You will definitely be able to build it before the end of the year."

"That's good."

There has been a lot of rain since the beginning of spring, but Tangshan still wants to build the house before the year.

Moreover, he would be busy with spring plowing after the beginning of spring, so he did not have time to focus on building a house.

Fang Lin saw that Tang Shan and Tang Xiaojing were a little worried, so he promised again.

"The autumn harvest has just ended now, and it won't be cold in a month. There will be enough time to repair the house before the year ends. You can rest assured about this."

"That's no problem. Brother Fang, you have a lot of connections. Is there any way you can help me buy bricks and tiles?"

Before coming here, Tangshan and Tang Xiaojing had already asked. Heavy rains in the first half of the year had collapsed many houses. The green bricks and tiles in the town were very popular, and they were all booked for the second half of next year.

Fang Lin said very proudly: "This is what I do. If I don't have these things, how can I survive?"

"Don't worry. As long as you pay for this house, you don't have to worry about anything. I'll take care of everything from the materials to the workers."

"You two, father and son, only need to pay us, and then the house will be inspected and accepted in a month and a half."

Tang Xiaojing asked: "Uncle Fang, look at the house on this drawing, how much money will it cost to build it?"

Fang Lin did not answer, but asked instead: "Do you want to make this courtyard wall thicker and taller like mine, and also have broken tiles buried in it?"

"Yes, we have a small family. I want to make this courtyard wall higher. I will make it like Uncle Fang's house."

"Then are these eaves also made into the corridor-style eaves of my house?"

Fang Lin and Tang Shan were also old acquaintances, and he reminded him specifically: "The cost of building this eaves is not cheap. Compared with ordinary eaves, it costs at least a few taels more."

"The eaves should also be made into eaves that can keep out rain."

Tang Xiaojing felt that there was no need to save these few taels of silver when he had already spent dozens of taels of silver, and Ye Qingqing liked it.

Fang Lin thought for a moment, then looked at Tangshan, "Although your house is not very big, it is not small either, and it is a brick house. It costs at least 60 taels of silver."

"In addition, if you want to make the courtyard walls and eaves like my house, you need to add 7 taels of silver, for a total of 67 taels of silver."

"I have already paid for the materials and labor, including the usual meals. You are only responsible for paying and final acceptance."

The price was similar to what Tangshan had expected. After some haggling, Tangshan and Fang Lin finally agreed on 65 taels of silver.

Tangshan thought of the cellar at home and asked: "Brother Fang, the house at home has been demolished and rebuilt. Can the cellar below still be used?"

Fang Lin suggested: "It stands to reason that there is no problem, but your house is so old. It is best to strengthen the cellar inside, otherwise it will easily collapse or seep water."

Tang Shan put his arm around Song Lin's shoulders and said shamelessly: "We are all brothers. Let's help strengthen him when the time comes."

"Okay, when the house is ready, I will ask someone to help you strengthen the cellar."

Fang Lin could make a lot of money from the Tang family's house, so he was willing to sell it to Tangshan to save face.

On the way, Tang Xiaojing and Tang San said, "I heard from Qingqing that when a house is built in the village, people from the village come to help, or they hire people from the village."

"If we directly find people to build houses in the town, will the people in the village have any objections?"

"Have you forgotten the jujube trees at your father-in-law's house and the village chief's house? People in the village are busy going to the mountains to pick jujubes, so there is no time to build houses. Besides, after picking jujubes, you have to dig winter bamboo shoots."

"Moreover, there are still many people in the village who have not reclaimed the barren hills and wasteland purchased years ago. The people in the village are now very busy, and it is difficult to even hire temporary workers."

Tang Xiaojing thought the same thing. So many barren hills and land in the village had been bought by the villagers, and now most of them have not been reclaimed.

Naturally, one's own fields are more important than temporary labor.