"Oh, girl, you are really embarrassing me. If you don't come today, in a few days this thing will be thrown away as garbage. In this case, I won't charge you for the thing. If it is really grown by then, Just give me something fresh to try. If I don't succeed in collecting your money, it won't mean that you will lose both money and material. Besides, this thing was originally sent by someone else, so I will just borrow flowers to offer to Buddha."
"Shopkeeper, I won't be polite, and I won't say too many pretentious words. No matter whether it is successful or not, I will come and tell the shopkeeper, thank you very much." After Ji Qingyao finished speaking, he clasped his fists and made a gesture to the shopkeeper.
"Okay, okay." The shopkeeper said several good things, but he didn't know what they were. The only people present who knew it were probably the shopkeeper, Uncle Mei, and Ji Qingyao.
The shopkeeper changed his mind after hearing the name of Beauty Shop. It seems that the godmother's statement about the identity of the owner behind Beauty Shop is indeed true.
After finding the seeds, Ji Qingyao didn't waste any more time. Uncle Tongmei and the others said goodbye and asked the shopkeeper to help send the seeds to Yipinxuan, and gave the two boys 20 yuan each for their hard work.
The two of them thanked each other in public. Although twenty cash was not much, it was enough to buy a pound of rice. Their daily wages were only twenty cash. If they helped deliver something, they could get an extra day's wages. Everyone was happy.
Ji Qingyao didn't waste any more time loading the things into the car, and took the rented carriage out of the city towards Qinghe Town.
But along the way, Ji Qingyao found that there were more refugees than in the previous days. She felt that after returning,
It was late afternoon when she returned to Xiaoxi Village, and she went directly to the village chief's house.
The village chief didn't go out today. When Ji Qingyao arrived, none of the village chief's sons had gone out. She sighed again that the population was really prosperous.
Jiang brought Ji Qingyao to the main room. The village chief was sitting on the left side of the upper section of the main room. The man on the right was about fifty years old. He looked energetic and was the third son of the village chief who was accompanying the old man.
When the village chief saw Ji Qingyao coming, he enthusiastically invited people to sit down and called out "Qingyao girl". The village chief's third son was a little suspicious that the smiling old man in front of him with a troubled face was the one in his family who was not fond of their brothers. A hypocritical father.
Pei Jia Sanlang had some doubts about life. He and his brothers might not be his father's biological children. Otherwise, why would his father smile so lovingly towards this girl, but treat them like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
Ji Qingyao also learned from the village chief's introduction that the old man sitting on the upper right turned out to be Pei Sanlang's master and the person invited to help Ji Qingyao build the house this time.
Ji Qingyao took out the drawing he had drawn earlier from his sleeve pocket and handed it respectfully to the old man's hand.
"Master Fan, this is the structural diagram of the house. Please take a look at it. If there are any details that need to be changed, we can discuss them."
The old man who was called Master Fan by Ji Qingyao didn't pay attention to the drawings handed over by Ji Qingyao at first. When he saw the fourth one, the old man stood up suddenly. His action shocked several people in the main room.
"Little girl, who drew this picture?"
"I drew it"
"You...what did you say? This is your painting, is it real or fake?"
Ji Qingyao knew why Mr. Fan was so excited. The picture she drew combined with the modern courtyard structure. The main building of the house does not take up much area but can build several more rooms. It is also fully functional. The most important thing is to cook on rainy and snowy days. You don’t have to worry about rain or slippery roads.
"Little girl, I've built two-story houses for many wealthy families, but none of them are as detailed as yours." Ji Qingyao heard the second floor dig into his sleeve pocket.
He scratched his head and said, "Master Fan, I'm sorry, I got the wrong drawing. It's the one for a single-story building."
After hearing their conversation, the father and son of the Pei family stood up and walked to Mr. Fan at the same time. They looked at the drawings in Mr. Fan's hand. Pei Sanlang exclaimed, "Dad, this house is so beautiful and practical." , when will our family build a house like this?"
There is a large open space in front of the house, a flower garden on the left side of the entrance, and a small pool. There is a stone table not far from the pool, and several stone benches are placed around the stone table.
The house is a two-story building, designed in a concave shape. The living room is in the middle, and the living room is divided into two parts. One half is the reception room, and the other half is the tea room. The part of the tea room against the wall is designed with a row of bookcases. There are three rooms on the first floor on the east side. It says guest room, guest room, and wing room. There are also three rooms on the west side, a kitchen, a wing room, and a utility room.
The second floor is mainly a study room, bedroom, and practice room.
Ji Qingyao divided the penthouse into two and built a small bathroom inside it based on the modern bathroom. The same was true for the penthouse on the east side, along with the drainage system.
A one-meter-two-meter-wide space was left under the eaves to form a long corridor. Even on rainy days, one can walk along the corridor from west to east without getting wet.
