Zheng Quchi was actually not sure whether he was from the Julu Kingdom.
She planned to wait until Qiu recovered from his injuries, and then ask him carefully what happened to "Brother Qing" and the people of Julu Kingdom, so that he would believe that "Brother Qing" was a betrayal.
This matter cannot be rushed, and the more urgent thing in front of us is naturally repairing the house.
She had to pay a monetary price for staying at someone else's house. It was not easy for her to make money, and her flesh ached for every cent she gave.
She had previously excitedly imagined building a duplex and high-ceiling country villa, trying to make her neighbors envious and tall, but later she learned that there were status and class restrictions on residences in this era.
Depending on your status, you can only live in a house of a certain size.
Just like a farmer who has made a windfall, if he builds a house that is more luxurious than that of an official, he will face jail time if he is found out.
Therefore, even if she is ambitious, she can only work hard on materials and appearance, and cannot have the greedy idea of occupying the hilltop to open up a manor.
She also made a special trip to visit the current level of housing construction in Ye State.
Basically, the poor people live in thatched houses, just like their family and Brother Yang's family before.
Farmers with some wealth live in rammed-earth houses, while better-off craftsmen households live in fenced courtyards with wooden structures and yellow mud walls.
As for the houses in the county, she had never seen them before, so she would not compare them.
The characteristics of these houses are that they are simple and easy to build, but they have poor thermal insulation, poor durability, rough appearance, and are not fire-proof and explosion-proof.
She is engaged in civil engineering, so she naturally does not intend to copy and paste the same thing as others.
But if she were to build a modern cement-reinforced steel house, given her current conditions, it would be too energy-consuming and time-consuming to calcine cement, refine steel bars and other auxiliary materials.
Finally, as a compromise, she chose to build a simple yet sturdy adobe house.
The adobe house was very popular in the 1960s and 1970s, mainly because of its high cost performance, which was completely her first choice for low-cost housing.
The next day, before dawn, Zheng Quchi got up actively. She came to the old house that was burned and filled with smoke. She planned to re-plan the location and size of the house on the original site that was tamped down.
She picked up a piece of wood and quickly visually measured the size of the land with her light brown eyes like precision instruments.
After thinking for a while, she began to draw ground lines on the ground.
Brother Sang, who was following, pulled Sang Yaomei and watched her bow her back.
"Brother Qing, what are you doing?"
"Brother, first draw the ground line and then dig the trench."
Brother Sang's eyes were blank. He had only seen others repair houses and had little idea of how to do it.
But he didn't understand, and Brother Qing certainly didn't understand enough. He just thought she was messing around.
He sighed: "Stop thinking about it, let's hire a mason and carpenter."
People have special skills, so if you don’t understand something, you can only ask someone who understands it. No matter how much you want to save money, you can’t mess around.
Zheng Quchi immediately objected: "You have to save money and spend it. I understand what they understand, but they may not understand what I understand."
"What do you know?" Brother Sang asked with a headache.
Zheng Quchi said plausibly: "I can build a stronghold. How can it be difficult for me to build a house? Brother, don't worry, leave it to me."
That's it again.
Brother Sang sometimes really doesn't understand where her amazing self-confidence comes from.
Obviously before...she was quiet and taciturn, but now she is decisive and argumentative, full of nonsense.
After he saw her drawing lines on the ground, he went to get an ink fountain to judge the merits. When he saw that it was correct, he picked up the ax and ran to the slope of the ditch, chopped down a few thick bamboos and carried them back.
Brother Sang's eyes almost widened when he first saw Zheng Quchi carrying a hundred pounds with his short body.
"How do you, how do you have so much strength?"
Zheng Quchi naturally didn't want to hide anything from those close to her, so she thought of an excuse in advance: "I used to be very strong, but I just pretended not to work because I didn't want to."
Hearing this lazy talk, Brother Sang choked in his throat. He was so angry and helpless that he didn't know what to say to her.
He asked angrily: "What are you doing cutting bamboo now?"
"It works wonders. There are only charcoal, sparks and residual warmth left in this burned-down house. I plan to build a shelf on top of it."
"Rack? You want to bake something?"
"Used to bake adobe bricks."
"What are adobe bricks?" Brother Sang asked with a question mark on his face.
"For building a house."
She chopped down more than a dozen bamboos in a row, split them into four pieces with an axe, and then used the pliable green bamboo skins cut off as ropes to weave them together to form a wide mat.
Then he built it up with stones and placed it on the ground where the sparks were not extinguished.
She considered that although the weather has been dry and windy recently, she needed to quickly remove the moisture from the adobe. This method of slowly drying over a slow fire and draining it carefully was the most time-saving method.
Build a circle around it, put a few rows on it, and quickly dry hundreds of bricks at one time. Repeatedly, it won't take long to get the amount of bricks she wants.
But it should be noted that if the fire is too high, it will easily crack, and if it is too small, it will not meet her requirements for rapid drying.
Brother Sang was surprised to see Zheng Quchi moving neatly and methodically making a bamboo mat.
"Where...where did you learn this?"
"Taught me by an old carpenter in the camp." She opened her mouth.
After the site for baking adobe bricks was ready, she hurriedly ran to the forest to cut wood.
With great strength, she split the wood with a few clicks, then used a saw to cut out four long wooden boards and riveted them together to create a hollow rectangular wooden frame.
"What...are you doing again?" Brother Sang asked seriously this time.
Mainly because he didn't understand everything she did, but he felt that she seemed to have a plan in her mind and was proceeding step by step, making people feel like she was being led along.
Zheng Quchi took time out of his busy schedule to reply: "Get rid of the mold of the soil embryo."
What is this?
On this day, Zheng Quchi was extremely busy. Although Brother Sang couldn't help her because of his limited legs and feet, he refused to go back to rest and insisted on staying with her, wanting to see what she could do.
But Sang Yaomei didn't understand anything, she just thought it was fun for her second brother to run around again and again.
She would also help her get a small tool, and then pick up scrap wood and insist on imitating her to saw it. Brother Sang sternly yelled at her several times not to cause trouble.
That night, after a day of intense work, Zheng Quchi lay on the bed, so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger.
Seeing how tired she was, Brother Sang showed distress in his eyes: "Tomorrow, Brother Sang will go to the village to find anyone who can help. You are too reluctant to do it alone."
After a day of hard work, Zheng Quchi understood that building a house was a big project, so she did not refuse this time.
"Don't look for craftsmen. They are desperate for money. Just look for someone with strong strength to help me and do something simple."
Brother Sang was amused by her.
I didn't know she was so obsessed with money before. She was like a brave man who could only get in but not get out.
Seeing her lying on the bed, looking drowsy, Brother Sang asked Yaomei Sang to twist a handkerchief and bring it over, wipe her face and hands, and let her sleep peacefully.
In his sleep, a huge hand suddenly pinched Zheng Quchi's neck from the black mist.
