Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 205 205. House design

  Xiao Feng walked away in a fluttering manner.

  Several people came one after another, buying one or two handfuls sporadically. Song Tan sat on the bench and sold vegetables by himself, and took the opportunity to check the balance again.

   Oh!

  I made more than 5,000 yuan selling vegetables this morning!

   But thinking about it, the total amount of her dishes is about the same as when she usually sells wild vegetables, but she can't stand it in twos and threes!

  In this way, the big guy said no, but in fact, the purchasing power is also considerable. Looking at the remaining dozens of garlic sprouts, coriander and Nepeta, she was not in a hurry.

  Before the group of fishing guys left yesterday, they all made an appointment to come back this morning. They realized:

   There are ten people in a pond, that is, if there are only a few of them, there is no need to get up early in the morning to grab fish! It’s fine to come early and go back late, and it can save some family conflicts.

   I don’t believe it!

  In such a big pond, they still can't catch a big fish? !

   It is said that they are obsessed with the fish, it is also like that-it would be more like that if everyone arrives before breakfast.

  Song Tan pondered, according to the way they cooked food yesterday, the three people who didn't pay yesterday would have to take a bottle of honey to go today?

   In order to keep the water flowing, I didn’t take it out to promote it yesterday!

   Fisherman is indeed the cutest existence in the world!

  Look at the deposit again: the 70,000 yuan left over from last time plus the 40,000 yuan earned yesterday is still far from building a house.

  However, the money for the house will not be taken out all at once. Her money is more than enough to start a job first.

   It's just that the design drawing hasn't been released for a while...

   While she was thinking about it, she saw the vegetable vendor moved a bench and sat beside her, and said angrily:

   "You are boring."

  Song Tan was unhappy, so he stretched out his hand and moved Maza aside: "You are the only one who is interested, what do you mean?"

  She was depressed, and the vegetable vendor seemed even more aggrieved:

"Since the first day you came to sell vegetables, we have known each other, right? We have known each other for such a long time, which in the entire vegetable market can compare! But you have good things, tell new customers first, and you don't take me seriously. no?"

   "What's wrong with white fungus? What's wrong with twenty yuan and ten grams, can I afford it?"

  Song Tan glanced at him: "Look at you, be careful."

   "It seems that people can work hard and work hard, and life is quite difficult, so let me ask what's the matter? You have been setting up a stall here every day for decades, so what if you have more or less?"

   "Besides, the tremella isn't on sale yet, so I'm just asking one more question along the way. At worst, I'll leave you a catty when the time comes."

   Don't look at this vegetable vendor who is more than twice her age, the two of them are unexpectedly able to chat, and chatting is quite rude nowadays.

   The greengrocer really shined!

   "Twenty yuan and ten grams... It's one thousand yuan per catty. If you keep that catty for me, do you want money?"

  Song Tan: …

   "Brothers settle accounts clearly, you said you want money or not."

  The vegetable vendor groaned and said, "My own man, you still can't bear the money."

  Song Tan also snorted: "My own man, so what if you give me a thousand for free? What tremella do you want?"

   The vegetable vendor was defeated as expected.

   Ready to say something more, but seeing several people selling vegetables one after another, Song Tan received the money and became happier.

   The vegetable vendor saw it and couldn't help but wonder: "The price is the same when you usually sell things. Why didn't you see you like this?"

   "What, are you short of money?"

  Song Tan nodded: "Yes, I am going to rebuild the house in my hometown, and I will start construction when the design drawing comes out."

"design diagram?"

  The vegetable vendor laughed aloud: "Are you looking for a designer online?"

Yes.

   They must have it locally, but they have to go to the home improvement company to see and see with others, and Song Tan is too lazy to bother.

  Decided to publish a blueprint on the Internet, and find a reliable engineering team to construct according to the drawing.

The vegetable vendor laughed: "Why don't you say that you young people are unreliable in your work?! When you publish drawings on the Internet, what kind of country villas are you giving? Let me ask you, how beautiful are the French windows and big glass? Can we do it this winter?"

   "The glass does not block the wind and the cold, and it is hot in summer and cold in winter. Originally, living in the countryside is intended to be refreshing and comfortable, and it is the same as in the city. All advantages are lost."

   "We have to burn the stove this winter, right? You have to build a special room for the stove to entertain guests."

   "If you want to say that bathing in the village is not as comfortable as in the city, then you can put the bathroom next to the stove. With this heat, you can take a bath without being cold."

   "I was in a trance and heard you say that there is a chef at home? There are a lot of people here every day. There are two toilets for men and women in the bathroom. You have to find someone to make arrangements for it?"

   "Look at the gardens of the villas in our city. There is also a pool and a screen wall in the yard—is it useful in the countryside? I don't believe that you won't be drying rice and corn in the underground!"

  Song Tan really didn't think so thoroughly.

   It can't be her fault, after all, she hasn't lived at home for more than a hundred years.

   But the rice drying she said: "There is still a large open space in front of my yard, and I will plan to lay the ground and repair it, so I won't be in my own yard..."

  But Yingbi is really unnecessary, she only builds a farmyard, not a Chinese garden.

  The vegetable vendor was proud: "Again, look at the type of house that is being sold now. The kitchen is either here or there? Go back to the village and see if every household's kitchen is on the east or southeast side?"

   "The old family pays attention to Feng Shui. If you have the time to find a designer, why don't you chat more with the old people at home."

   "Talk about it for a few days, and the rough prototype has come out, and then ask someone special to give you a drawing for calculation."

Hey!

   Now Song Tan really looked at the vegetable vendor with admiration: "I didn't expect that, why do you know so much?"

  The vegetable vendor raised his chest proudly: "That is!"

   "Do you know what my girl does? She specializes in designing."

   No wonder.

  Song Tan also laughed: "Which company do you work at? I'll help you make a performance later?"

  Vegetable vendor: …

  He hummed: "Not at work."

   "That crappy company has weird customers every day. I lost more than 20 pounds in two years of work. I got angry just looking at it, so I just let her come back."

   "Brother."

Song Tan moved the little horse, and leaned against him again: "You see how right we are, like brothers and sisters. Is my eldest niece free recently? Come home with me if you have time. Play for two days, and post a picture by the way."

  Building a house in the village can be done without a drawing, but the engineering teams usually hired are relatives, and if they don’t explain things clearly, they dare to follow their own aesthetics.

  Song Tan has also done a lot of case studies on the Internet during this period. Anyway, he spent money to re-cover it. It’s not a bad place to live. It’s more reassuring to have a blueprint.

  As for whether those building houses can read blueprints... as long as there is one in a team who can read it, that's fine!

  The vegetable vendor pulled the stool away and stared at her:

   "What niece, you are younger than my girl, don't yell."

   Moved over after a while:

   "Then...how much do you plan to give?"

  (end of this chapter)