Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 56 Father's love is like a mountain...
Right now there is no place to spend money. Now that the autumn harvest has been completed, it happens to be the time of year when the members of the brigade are free.

He Ping made up his mind that he had enough to live in this dilapidated house, and he had to build a big one.

After returning home, He Ping first went to the chicken farm. In addition to the daily operation of the chicken farm these days, there is one more job, which is to prepare firewood for the winter.

The members of the brigade pull a few bundles of firewood into the yard of the chicken farm at regular intervals. Now there are tall piles of firewood in the southwest corner of the chicken farm, including corn, sorghum stalks, branches, firewood, and everything else.

"Zhaojun, how is the firewood prepared? How far is it? I think there is a lot of firewood outside."

"That's where it's at. It's just a little more than what we usually use at home. It will take more than ten days. Brother He Ping, don't worry, it will definitely be ready before the freeze."

"That's good, I have something to tell you." He Ping pulled Han Zhaojun aside and said.

"I'm going to build a house. Please contact me with Fourth Uncle Liu and ask him to come over tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I'll discuss building the house with him."

Uncle Liu is from Kezhai. Han Zhaojun hired him when he built the chicken farm last time.

Although the work of masons in later generations is inconspicuous, it is a serious technical work now. Whoever wants to build a house must hire a mason, which is equivalent to the role of design + supervision + construction in later generations.

Of course, building a house is also inseparable from the help of members of the production team.The vast majority of people build houses during the slack season. If you shout in the team, you can gather a dozen or even dozens of people in an instant. This depends on the popularity in the team. There is no need to pay wages, just provide meals every day, and people with good conditions will also provide cigarettes and alcohol.

Han Zhaojun said happily, "This is a good thing. Your house should have been demolished and rebuilt long ago. I'll go to Fourth Uncle Liu in the evening and ask him to come over tomorrow."

The two agreed that He Ping would help the commune members who came to deliver the firewood to put away the firewood, mixed the feed for tomorrow, and went home.

When he got home, He Ping collected all his income. Recently, he spent a lot of money. When he was in Yingcheng, he spent a total of more than 30 yuan in guest houses, dinners, and bus rides, plus the benefits for Liang Yuejin. If it is full, there will be 600 yuan left.

Building a house should be enough, right?
Don't look at He Ping bragging so fiercely on the way back, but when it comes time to build a house, he must pay according to the money in hand.

After dinner, Xiao Zhu'er also finished her homework, and He Ping took out a set of pen copybooks from the cardboard box.

He Ping looked embarrassed: "Zhu'er, look what good things Dad prepared for you?"

Xiao Zhu'er immediately became elated when he heard this, it must mean something good.

He Ping took the copybook out of the package, "Look, this is a pen copybook that your father specially asked someone to print for you. You can use this to practice calligraphy in the future, and you don't have to worry about dogs crawling around."

Black question mark face?
Bad old man is very bad!

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. I thought it would be delicious and fun, but I didn’t expect it to be a pen copybook.

Xiao Zhu'er's mood suddenly fell to the bottom, depressed.

Seeing Xiao Zhu'er's expressionless face, He Ping was extremely happy.
What a great fatherly love!
For the child's study, the old father did not hesitate to travel hundreds of kilometers repeatedly, begging his grandpa to tell his grandma to print the ideal copybook with a pen, just to let the child practice good calligraphy.

What kind of spirit is this?
This is the spirit of exhausting oneself to death and cheating your son!
He Ping rubbed Xiao Zhu'er's hair, "You, don't work too much if you have nothing to do, practice calligraphy and read books more, our family's conditions are better now."

I like to work, it makes me happy, and you know a hammer.

Of course Xiao Zhu'er didn't dare to say what was in her heart, so she could only keep silent, with tears in her eyes, and wrinkled the pen and copybook with both hands, "Thank you, Dad."

"Good boy! You're so sensible!" He Ping showed his old father a gratifying smile.

What a scene of loving father and son!
The next day, Uncle Liu came to He Ping's house early in the morning.

"Last night Zhaojun came to my place and said you were going to build a house."

"Yeah, this time I have to trouble you, Uncle Fourth."

"Where is it, that's what your uncle does. How do you plan to build this house?"

Uncle Liu has been a veteran for many years. Although every house is built in the same style now, he still needs to find out the owner's ideas first, so that he can target the target and estimate the approximate construction period and investment.

He Ping told Uncle Liu his idea. In the words of later generations, the layout of the house should include a living room, two bedrooms, a study room, a kitchen and dining room, and a toilet with a squatting toilet in the yard. a gazebo and a well.

"Good guy, it costs a lot to build your house according to this method! You are building a house according to the standards of city cadres." Uncle Liu exclaimed after hearing He Ping's thoughts.

"My old house is really too dilapidated. If you want to build it, you can build it. You can save it later, right? Fourth Uncle, please give me an estimate first, how much it will cost to build such a house."

"Let me do the math."

Uncle Liu took out the small red leather notebook and pencil that he carried with him, and asked He Ping for more detailed requirements while writing and drawing.

After doing this for 10 minutes, Uncle Liu's book described a house with a bay of 12 meters and a depth of ten meters.

"Concrete floors, whitewashed walls, two-story windows, heating, toilets with squat toilets, according to the standard you mentioned, you will need 400 yuan for the house alone. The money for the well and the courtyard wall, at least seventy-eight hundred yuan.”

He Ping pondered for a while, but it was within the acceptable range. He now has 600 yuan in his hand, and the order of the courtyard wall, gazebo, and well must be behind the house. He can postpone the work of digging the well and the courtyard wall. It is just what is needed, and the others are just incidentals. Let’s talk about the leftover money after building the house.

Thinking of all the crimes suffered by the dilapidated house he lives in now, He Ping gritted his teeth: "Okay, let's build it like this, fourth uncle, you can tell how to build it."

Fourth Uncle Liu was surprised by He Ping's wealth, but considering the rumors he heard recently, it was understandable.

"You need to contact the materials first. There are several things in your house that you have to get yourself. The first is cement, which is used for laying the ground and laying bricks. The second is the radiator and heating pipes, and the squatting toilet. You don't need anything else. Regardless, I will contact you for red bricks, white ash, wood, carpentry, and glass."

He Ping wrote down the things, "Okay, I'll find a way to get these things first."

(End of this chapter)