Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 205 - . House design drawing_1

Chapter 205: 205. House design drawing_1

Chapter 205: 205. House design drawing_1

Xiaofeng wandered off dreamily.

Several more people came one after another, buying bits and pieces of vegetables. Song Tan sat idly on the stool, half self-service selling veggies, and took the opportunity to check her balance again.

Whoa!

She had earned over five thousand from selling vegetables this morning!

But when you think about it, it made sense. The total volume of vegetables was about the same as when she normally sold wild greens, but it was all sold in small handfuls!

So it seemed that despite what people said, their purchasing power was actually quite impressive. Glancing at the few dozen bunches of garlic shoots, coriander, and Jingjie left, she wasn’t worried at all.

The group of anglers from yesterday had all agreed to come back this morning before they left, realizing:

For one pond and ten people, if it was just a few of them, there was really no need to get up at the crack of dawn to fight for a spot! Coming early and leaving late was fine, and it saved some family strife.

They just couldn’t believe it!

With such a big pond, they wouldn’t be able to catch a big fish?!

You might say they were persistent about the fish, and it did seem like it—if only they didn’t agree to arrive before breakfast to make it more convincing.

Song Tan pondered, considering the way they devoured their food yesterday, the three who didn’t pay should at least bring a bottle of honey today, right?

To ensure a steady stream of business, she hadn’t even pulled out the goods to promote them yesterday!

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Looking at her savings: the seventy thousand left from last time plus yesterday’s income of forty thousand, she was still far from reaching the amount needed to build a house.

But the money for the house didn’t have to be available all at once. With what she had, starting to build was more than manageable.

It’s just that the design plans were still nowhere near ready…

As she was mulling over this, she saw the vegetable vendor had dragged a stool over to sit beside her, grumbling:

“You’re no fun.”

Song Tan was displeased and pushed the stool to the side, “Like you’re any fun, what are you on about?”

She was frustrated, but the vendor seemed even more aggrieved:

“From the day you started selling vegetables, we’ve known each other, right? We’ve had such a long acquaintance, the best in this whole market! But you have good stuff and you tell the new customers first, ignoring me, aren’t you?”

“What’s wrong with the Tremella? Twenty yuan for ten grams, can’t I afford it?”

Song Tan glanced at him, “Look at you, so petty.”

“They look like hardworking and striving folks, life seems tough; what’s wrong if I ask a bit more about it? You’ve been happily setting up here for decades, what’s the big deal with a little more or less?”

“Besides, I’m not selling the Tremella yet, I just casually asked. At worst, I’ll just save you a kilo when it’s time.”

Despite being more than twice her age, the vendor surprisingly got along well with her, and now their chats were quite no-nonsense.

Sure enough, the vendor’s eyes lit up!

“Twenty yuan for ten grams… that’s a thousand yuan for a kilo, huh? You’re leaving that kilo for me, are you asking for money or not?”

Song Tan: …

“Brothers should settle accounts clearly, tell me if you want money or not.”

The vendor hummed and hawed, “We’re practically family, and you still care about the money?”

Song Tan humphed, “We’re family, so what if you give me a thousand for nothing? What do I need Tremella for?”

The vendor was indeed put in his place.

He was about to say something more, but then a few more people came to buy vegetables, and Song Tan, having collected the money, was all the more cheerful.

The vendor watched and couldn’t help but wonder, “You always sell things for the same price, how comes I’ve never seen you this happy before?”

“What’s the matter, short on cash?”

Song Tan nodded, “Yeah, I’m planning to rebuild our old house. Once the design plans are ready, we’ll start construction.”

“Design plans?”

The vegetable vendor burst into laughter, “Are you looking for a designer on the internet?”

Right.

Sure, they had local ones, but that involved back-and-forth at the home decoration companies, and Song Tan couldn’t be bothered with the hassle.

He decided to put up a blueprint online and find a reliable construction team to follow it.

The vendor laughed heartily, “No wonder you young folks are unreliable! You get your blueprints online, and what do they show? Those so-called rural mansions—I’m asking you, as pretty as those floor-to-ceiling windows are, can you handle them in our winter?”

“Glass stops the wind but not the cold. It’s hot in the summer and cold in winter. Living in the countryside is supposed to be about enjoying the freshness and ease, but if you make it like the city, you lose all the advantages.”

“We need to burn stoves in the winter here, right? You need to build a special room for hosting guests around the stove.”

“If you’re talking about how bathing in the village isn’t as comfortable as in the city, why not place the bathroom right next to the furnace room? With the heat from there, you won’t feel cold while bathing.”

“Didn’t I hear you mention having a cook in the family? With everyone you’re bringing along, that’s no small number of people. Two bathrooms for men and women, each with two cubicles—you’ll need to arrange that properly, right?”

“Look at those villas in the city with their gardens, emphasizing ponds and screen walls—do we really need that in the countryside? I don’t believe you won’t be drying rice and corn on your land.”

Song Tan really hadn’t thought that through.

You couldn’t blame her, after all, she hadn’t lived there in over a hundred years.

As for drying grain, she did have something to say, “There’s a large open area in front of my courtyard. I’m planning to concrete it and tidy it up—not in my own yard…”

But indeed, a screen wall was unnecessary. She was only building a country courtyard, not a Chinese garden.

The vendor puffed up with pride, “There you go, look at the house layouts they sell now, isn’t the kitchen here or there? Go back to the village and see, isn’t every household’s kitchen on the eastern or southeastern side?”

“The locals care about Feng Shui. You’d be better off spending the time you use to find a designer by chatting with the elderly in the family.”

“A few days of chatting, and you’ll have a rough outline. Then you can hire someone professional to make the blueprints and do the calculations.”

Hey!

Now, Song Tan really started to see the vendor in a new light, “Who would’ve thought, how come you know so much?”

The vendor puffed out his chest with ill-concealed pride, “Of course!”

“Do you know what my daughter does? She’s a designer.”

No wonder then.

Song Tan smiled too, “Which company does she work for? I might go and help her with her sales performance.”

The vendor: …

He huffed, “She doesn’t work there.”

“That lousy company, always dealing with bizarre clients. She lost more than twenty pounds in two years, just looking at her made me angry, so I had her come back.”

“Hey, big brother.”

Song Tan moved her stool closer to him, “Look at how well we get along, just like siblings. Does my niece have some free time recently? If she does, have her come home with me for a couple of days, and maybe she can draft up a plan.”

In the village, you could build a house without a blueprint, but usually, the construction teams were all related in some way. If you didn’t explain things clearly, they’d dare to go by their own taste.

In the past while, Song Tan had browsed plenty of cases online. If you’re spending good money to rebuild a house, it shouldn’t end up a source of regret. Having a blueprint was definitely more reassuring.

As for whether those builders could read blueprints… as long as one person in the team could, that would do!

The vendor dragged his stool away from her, glaring, “What niece? You’re younger than my daughter, don’t spout nonsense.”

After a while, he moved back, “So… how much are you planning to pay?”