My Return to Life

winter afternoon.

The sun is bright.

There are occasional vehicles speeding past on the main road of the township.

"Woo~" The sound of the lady's motorcycle engine fell into Fang Nian's ears along with the sound of "Woo~".

In sight, the trees on both sides quickly retreated.

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

"Xi~"

Fang Nian twitched his nose, and occasionally pulled his left hand to wrap his clothes.

Fang Nian, who always prepares with two hands, has no hat and no gloves.

I had no choice but to feel the winter wind bluntly and bleakly.

In thirty-seven minutes, Fang Nian arrived at the entrance of the village, drove off the hardened road, and descended towards Maoba.

Bumping in the dirt, down the river, I took a trail and shuttled past the front of the neighbor's door.

After crossing the mound on the south side of the old Fang's house, Fang Nian paused, then squeezed the brakes.

"Squeak ~" sound.

The motorcycle came to a sudden stop.

The original hut is gone.

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

There are so many years familiar appearance.

"Brother~"

Hearing the sound, Fang Xin quickly ran out from the side door, shouting in a drawn out voice.

After walking around the motorcycle, Fang Xin chirped, "Can your car give me a ride?"

"Father doesn't know how to ride, so it's slow."

Fang Nian pinched Fang Xin's face: "Are you still disgusted?"

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

Fang Xin took out a candy in his pocket and said, "Do you want candy? Mom bought it in Daping."

"You eat by yourself."

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

"how much did you spend?"

"Five thousand six." Fang Nian replied.

Fang Zhengguo said oh, but didn't say any more.

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

After handing over the motorcycle to Fang Zhengguo, Fang Nian and Fang Xin went back to the house.

Lin Feng sat in the living room knitting a sweater for Fang Xin, looked up at Fang Nian: "Fang Nian, did you take the monthly exam?"

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

"Oh." Lin Feng replied, obviously disappointed.

"What's it like riding 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 exhaled and uttered a word: "Cold."

Fang Nian felt that he hadn't fully adapted to rebirth.

Because he actually forgot the magic attack of the southern winter.

For some reason, when riding a bicycle, the wind can always blow through the flesh next to the body.

Obviously, it's not yet the season to warm up.

"Hey!"

Lin Feng looked at Fang Nian with a strange expression: "Do you still remember the winter vacation when you just went to the first year of high school?"

"In such a cold winter, you are riding someone else's motorcycle and you are about to take off. Why didn't you say it was cold? It's only November in the lunar calendar."

Fang Nian was silent.

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

"Come down." Lin Feng didn't expose Fang Nian, and changed the subject.

"I've measured it with you. The length should not be four feet long. If you want to build it, you have to tear down the current house..."

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

After the real preparations 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 is no way to go upstairs, so sleeping will become a hassle.

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

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

"Dad, what's the specific situation?"

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

"The main reason is that the left and right lengths are not enough, and the front and rear lengths are sufficient. According to what you said, there is enough space to build a yard."

Fang Zhengguo explained.

"If the current house is demolished, it may cause the whole house to crack, so let's take it easy, and I will earn some money next year..."

Fang Nian asked, "How about digging up the bamboo mountain?"

"..."

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

money.

"If some are dug up on the side of the bamboo mountain, some must be dug up on the back mountain. In order to prevent landslides, walls must be built. No matter what kind of house is built in the countryside, there must always be a miscellaneous house for keeping chickens, ducks and geese..."

Lin Feng explained slowly.

"The house hasn't even started to be built yet, so it will cost 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, or even hundreds of thousands..."

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

It is mainly the slope protection wall, and the cost is very high.

And if you want to build a yard, you have to build a slope wall in front of the house to prevent the ground from collapsing towards the field in front of the house.

This counts that the main building has not yet been built, and hundreds of thousands will not be able to beat it.

Fang Nian said with a smile, "The money problem is easy to solve, and the manuscript fee for this month will arrive in the account in ten days or so..."

Lin Feng interrupted her before she finished speaking: "I will always leave money for you to go to college. Even if you don't want to buy a house, you still need to prepare money for your marriage."

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

Fang Nian said something, then changed the subject: "It just so happened that I printed out the design drawings, you can take a look."

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

"..."

In the design of the drawings, the customs here in Maoba were taken into consideration, and a whole lane was set aside as a hall, where ancestral tablets were enshrined and sacrifices were made on weekdays.

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

It is the house in the fantasy of many Chinese people.

Lin Feng and Fang Zhengguo held the blueprints and were amazed, and their expressions gradually showed expectations for the future.

Looking at the picture, Lin Feng occasionally said a few inexplicable words suddenly.

It is completely unconscious, and it is difficult to understand the meaning because the preface is inconsistent.

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

"The money is just earned by my random writing. Since I can earn it now, I will definitely be able to 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 there was any need to build a new one, just decorate it, the big deal is to dig a toilet. Now this house is really nice."

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

Fang Xin didn't understand these things, but she was also happy: "The new house must be beautiful."

"..."

Fang Nian smiled, occasionally agreeing, and did not express his views again.

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

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

This made Fang Zhengguo and Lin Feng feel a little hesitant.

Do not demolish old houses now.

The dignified mansion gave them expectations for future life, and the overall budget was taken into consideration by their son, so they finally felt at ease...

...The next morning, the sound of the excavator booming echoed into Maoba.

Detours to the south side of old Fang's house.

Fang Zhengguo called his neighbors three or four times to help him cut down trees and bamboo.

"Third brother, your house is going to be under construction!"

"Such a big foundation, oh, third brother, your house is a bit big."

"..."

Fang Zhengguo took out the lotus kings and distributed them one by one, and showed everyone a rendering by the way.

"Nian Habao found the design drawing, saying it was going to be built like this..."

After seeing the drawings, everyone's envy deepened.

"Your family's Fang Nian is really powerful."

"This drawing is really beautiful!"

"The third child really made money, he even smokes King Furong."

"..."

Fang Zhengguo quickly responded with a few words: "Please ask the master to dig the soil, buy two packs of hair, and usually smoke white sand."

Indeed, Fang Zhengguo is still a bit stingy in nature.

Otherwise, Lin Feng wouldn't have been saying that he couldn't even part with a cigarette.

So even though 400,000 yuan is clearly lying on the bank card now, Lin Feng still bought a Furong Wang at home, and only occasionally took it out as a prestige.

I still smoke 9 yuan a pack of Jinbaisha.

"Fang Nian, while you were at home, I called the master over and asked him to look at the construction drawings, and write down what you don't understand."

After lunch, the neighbors went to help chop trees and chop bamboo, and Lin Feng found Fang Nian who was watching the fun.

Fang Nian nodded, it was originally proposed by him.

But all the effort in the afternoon was wasted on the drawings.

After the master saw the drawings, he was actually a little uncertain. There has never been such a beautiful house in the countryside.

"If this living room were to lead directly to the second floor, the height of the empty floor would be nearly seven meters, so there is no need to change it?

You can finish the small platform on the second floor and turn it into a living room, divided into upper and lower floors. In the future, when you grow up and get married, you will just live on a separate floor from your parents. "

Fang Nian explained with a smile: "One is enough for the living room, and the load is calculated on the construction drawings."

"..."

Fang Nian basically answered all the questions raised by the master.

Because at the beginning of the design, he had considered the construction level in the countryside, and he actually had experience in building a house once.

There were regrets in the design and construction of that villa.

All changed this time.

Including the extra space in the living room, which makes the living room look particularly spacious...

This afternoon, there were fewer bamboos on the bamboo mountain, and the space vacated was just enough.

Fang Nian also finished answering the master's doubts, and heard a lot of compliments...

... After a tiring day, dinner is extraordinarily delicious.

Especially Fang Xin, who rarely ate with big mouthfuls.

She is the youngest, and she ranks first when tired.

Her footprints almost covered the entire old Fang's house up and down.

Fang Nian thought to himself, 'It would be nice if only Dian'er ran, and he should be a little cleaner! '

During the meal, Lin Feng discussed with Fang Zhengguo to find a geographer to check the orientation of the hall.

Looking at the feng shui of a mansion in the countryside, it is relatively simple.

Just determine where the center of the hall is facing.

After determining the orientation position, a small wooden stick will be inserted in the front and back of the hall, and when the master begins to lay the foundation, he will draw a string to determine the orientation of the foundation of the entire house.

A total of 180-degree planes, in fact, there are not many angles that can be used.

For example, as far as the old Fang's family is concerned, it is impossible to sit due north and face south.

A suitable south-west orientation can only be found in a west-facing direction.

Fortunately, the angle of the old Fang’s house is not on the north-south line of the plane, but on the northeast-southwest side.

"..."

After saying a few words about the house, Lin Feng looked at Fang Nian and said.

"When are you going to leave tomorrow?"

"Whatever, I'll go by car anyway." Fang Nian said.

Lin Feng continued: "Then you go to grandma's house in the morning?"

"I'll kill a chicken in the morning, and you'll send it over."

Fang Nian thought for a while: "Well, I'll ride there tomorrow and take the car directly from grandma to Tangli."

Lin Feng hummed: "It's fine, let your dad go with him, and when he rides back, there is no place to put it at your grandma's house."

"..."

Originally, Fang Nian didn't plan to go to grandma's house again this time.

There is not much time for holidays. In winter, it is cold to ride a motorcycle, and I really don’t want to take the No. 11 car. I thought about going there with Lin Feng and the others on New Year’s Day.

But if you have something to do, go for it.

The next morning, Fang Nian groaned and rode his motorcycle to the countryside of Weinan.

Fortunately, this time I took a pair of labor protection gloves from home and wore a motorcycle hat, so it wasn't so cold.

However, the north wind still blew across the skin of Wuyang Wuyang.

Cold.

But Fang Nian felt that Comrade Fang Zhengguo sitting in the back was not cold at all, and he was still wearing an autumn suit.

After Fang Zhengguo said hello to Fang Nian's grandmother, he left without taking a sip of tea. There are indeed many things to do at home.

Fang Nian carried his own bag, carried the slaughtered and chopped chicken, put it on the cupboard, clapped his hands, and shouted: "Grandma, the chicken is here for you."

"Your mother is really, let you come and deliver."

The old man babbled a few words at first.

"It's very cold to ride a bike now."

Fang Nian smiled and waved his hands: "Just come over to have a meal and go to school."

"Eat two bites at noon. In the afternoon, you stew the chicken in the rice pot, and drink chicken soup at night."

Of course the old man thought it was impossible, but in the end he could not refuse, so he agreed.

He said again: "Don't give me any more money this time."

"You give me money every time you come here, your mother will also say you when she finds out, and you even build a house at home!"

Fang Nian laughed: "The money I earn by myself is out of my mother's control. After my house is built, I will pick you up to live in. Then I won't give you any money, and let my mother buy it for you. "

Then he said: "Even if you eat meat once every two days and buy other things, you should have spent a thousand yuan."

The old man couldn't shirk it again, so he had to accept the one thousand yuan he had prepared next year.

In fact, if Fang Nian was the only one who gave the money, then according to Fang Nian's rounding algorithm, there would be no problem at all.

Eating meat is still expensive.

Moreover, although the old man is in good health, he may occasionally catch a cold, and it costs money for infusions and injections.

Lunch consisted of a meat dish and a vegetable. The old man hurriedly put all the meat into Fang Nian's bowl. This time it was Fang Nian's turn and couldn't shirk.

"..."

Before leaving, Fang Nian looked back at the old man who had stopped at the porch to watch him off, and he could clearly see the wrinkles on his face filled with satisfied smiles.

Fang Nian suddenly said something in his heart——

"All I yearn for."

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The first paid broken bowl, Chong Chong Chong Chong.