Winter afternoon.

The sun is bright.

Occasionally there are vehicles passing by at high speed on the main rural road.

The sound of the lady's motorcycle engine "Woooo~" and the "Woohoo~" sound fell into Fang Nian's ears.

In sight, the trees on both sides receded rapidly.

The winter wind blew past his exposed hands, face, and ears, and then whistled backwards.

"Xi~"

Fang Nian wiggled his nose and occasionally took his left hand away to wrap his clothes around.

Classmate Fang Nian, who always prepared with both hands, had no hat or gloves.

I can only feel the winter wind directly and bleakly.

Thirty-seven minutes later, Fang Nian arrived at the entrance of the village, drove off the hardened road and headed down to Maoba.

Bumping in the dirt, going down the river, taking a path and passing in front of the neighbor's house.

After crossing the mound of dirt on the south side of Lao Fang's house, Fang Nian paused and then applied the brakes.

"Squeak~".

The motorcycle stopped suddenly.

The original hut is gone.

Some high and low weed mounds were also bulldozed to create a large open space.

There is something familiar about him from just a few years ago.

"Brother~"

Hearing the noise, Fang Xin quickly ran out of the side door and shouted in a long voice.

After circling around the motorcycle, Fang Xin chirped: "Can I ride with you on my ride?"

"Dad doesn't know how to ride, so he is too slow."

Fang Nian pinched Xia Xin's face: "You still dislike it?"

"Where did I learn the words? I can't even understand them."

Fang Xin dug into his pocket and took out a candy: "Would you like some candy? Mom bought it in Daping."

"Eat it yourself."

At this time, Fang Zhengguo also came out: "You also bought a Honda."

"how much did you spend?"

"Five thousand six." Fang Nian replied.

Fang Zhengguo said nothing and said nothing more.

Fang Nian thought that Comrade Fang Zhengguo might have paid too much for it.

After giving the motorcycle to Fang Zhengguo, Fang Nian and Fang Xin returned to the house.

Lin Feng was sitting in the living room knitting a sweater for Fang Xin. She raised her head and looked at Fang Nian: "Fang Nian, have you taken the monthly exam this time?"

"No, it's postponed to next month." Fang Nian shook his head.

"Oh." Lin Feng responded, obviously disappointed.

"How does it feel to ride a motorcycle to and from school?"

Fang Nian blinked and said calmly: "Let's leave the motorcycle at home first."

Lin Feng: "?"

Seeing the confusion on Lin Feng's face, Fang Nian took a breath and uttered one word: "Cold."

Fang Nian felt that he had not fully adapted to rebirth.

Because he actually forgot about the magical attack in the southern winter.

I don’t know why, but when riding a bicycle, the wind always blows through my skin.

Obviously it's not yet the season to warm yourself up by the fire.

"Ooyo!"

Lin Feng looked at Fang Nian with a strange expression: "Do you still remember the winter vacation when you were a freshman in high school?"

"It's such a cold winter. You're riding someone else's motorcycle and you're about to take off. Why don't you say it's cold? It's only the eleventh month of the lunar calendar."

Fang Nian remained silent.

After a while, Fang Nian calmly changed the subject: "Has the approval document for the homestead been received?"

"Come down." Lin Feng did not expose Fang Nian and changed the subject.

"I've measured it with you. It shouldn't be long enough for four lanes. If you want to build it, you have to demolish the current house for one lane..."

Lin Feng's tone was filled with hesitation and confusion.

After the preparations actually started, Fang Zhengguo and Lin Feng once again felt the complexity of building a house.

If the current house is demolished, it will happen to be a stairwell and there will be no way to go upstairs. Sleeping in this way will become a troublesome thing.

Fang Nian thought for a while and said, "Let's go outside and take a look first."

Lin Feng took the yarn ball, called Fang Zhengguo, and walked out of the side door with Fang Nian.

"Dad, what is the specific situation?"

Fang Nian was not in a hurry to express his proposal, but looked at Fang Zhengguo.

"The main reason is that the length on the left and right is not enough, and the length on the front and back is sufficient. According to you, there is enough space to build a yard."

Fang Zhengguo explained.

"If we demolish the current house, it may cause the whole house to crack, so if we wait a little longer, I will make some money next year..."

Fang Nian asked: "What if we dig out a little of Zhushan?"

"..."

After a few words, Fang Nian understood the current main contradiction.

money.

"If some is dug out on the side of Zhushan, some on the back hill will also have to be dug out. In order to prevent landslides, walls must be built. No matter what kind of house is built in the countryside, there must be a small house for chickens, ducks and geese..."

Lin Feng slowly explained.

"We haven't even started building the house yet, so it will cost 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, maybe even 100,000 yuan..."

The construction cost of a miscellaneous house is not high, it can be done for 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

Mainly for slope protection walls, which are very expensive.

And if you want to build a yard, you must build a slope protection wall in front of the house to prevent the floor from collapsing toward the fields in front of the house.

After all, the main building has not yet been completed, and it will cost more than 100,000 yuan.

Fang Nian smiled and said: "The money problem is easy to solve. In a few days, this month's royalties will arrive..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Feng: "I have to leave money for you to go to college. Even if you don't buy a house, you still have to prepare money for your wedding."

"I have a good deal on all these things, so don't worry about me."

Fang Nian said something, and then changed the subject: "I just printed out the design drawing, you can take a look."

"This is the overall rendering, with front and back yards. The designer has calculated the cost. The main part will not exceed 400,000, including decoration."

"..."

The design of the drawing took into account the customs here in Maoba, and an entire lane was set aside as a hall to enshrine ancestral tablets and perform sacrifices on weekdays.

A three-story Chinese-style house with blue bricks and black tiles, elegant and dignified.

This is what many Chinese people imagine their houses to look like.

Lin Feng and Fang Zhengguo held the drawings and marveled at them, their expressions gradually showing expectations for the future.

Looking at the pictures, Lin Feng would occasionally say one or two inexplicable words suddenly.

It is completely unconscious, the preface does not match the follower, and it is difficult to understand the meaning.

After the two of them calmed down, Fang Nian said seriously.

"This money is just what I earn from writing casually. Since I can earn it now, I will definitely earn it in the future, so you don't have to worry too much about my future."

Fang Zhengguo pondered for a long time and said: "Actually, I didn't think it was necessary to build a new house. I just wanted to decorate it, maybe dig a toilet. Now this house is really good."

Lin Feng agreed: "Indeed, it looks comfortable."

Fang Xin didn't understand this, but she was also happy: "The new house will definitely look good."

"..."

Fang Nian smiled and occasionally echoed, but did not express his own opinions again.

A thatched hut that has withstood decades of wind and rain is gone, and a house that has been lived in for more than ten years may have to be demolished.

And the cost of the budget is getting more and more scary.

This made Fang Zhengguo and Lin Fengxin a little hesitant.
To be continued...