Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 227, Green Brick and Large Tile House
"Don't cry poorly in front of me. You can ask about my wages. It is definitely one of the best. It will only be more than others, not less."

Hearing the words, people on both sides stopped talking.

They are capable subordinates, but they can only build bridges and roads here... If you talk too much, you will cry!

However, the master is down and out, and they are useless if they don't build bridges and roads!

So a group of 16 people barely squeezed out a smiling face and continued to work hard.

Only then was Feng Qingluo satisfied to appreciate the bridge she personally designed.

It is said that it was designed by myself, but it is actually an ordinary bridge that I have seen in previous lives. The bridge body is made of large stones, and a few large stones are chiseled and leveled on it.

Because there is a small stream between the two mountains, there is usually no water, but when it rains, the water volume soars and cannot pass.

This bridge is intended to pass carriages, so we do not seek beauty, but only focus on the direction of sturdiness.

Fortunately, Qin Zhi and Bai Jingxing's subordinates are Lian Jiazi, and they have plenty of strength. It is not difficult for them to carry the big stone. The hard part is to beat the stone into a suitable shape, so this simple bridge will take nearly a month. The time is not over yet.

Feng Qingluo turned around and felt that the bridge was more reliable than she imagined, so she went home satisfied.

The 16 people in the back didn't know what she was thinking, otherwise they would have complained: "Can it be unreliable? It was built with big stones carried by more than a dozen people, and it is stable. It is estimated that the earth dragon turning over will not have much effect on it. "

Feng Qingluo didn't care whether the people behind her would complain or not, she went home happily all the way.When he was about to get home, he could see Qin Zhi and Han Yan seriously practicing martial arts on the other side of the altar, and Yan Yi was also there.

Yan Yi has always been diligent, but Feng Qingluo thought that they were all martial arts practitioners, so Qin Zhi and Han Yan could not concentrate on practicing martial arts and he had to do housework alone, so he ordered him to go too.

Feng Qingluo can be said to be Yan Yi's benefactor and master, she naturally listens to her words, and she has been practicing very hard recently.

It's just that the weather is not good, as soon as Feng Qingluo arrived home, the rain started to patter again, tick tock.

"Fortunately, the bridge has almost been built, otherwise the creek in this mountain will soar when it rains, and it really won't be possible to work."

The old patriarch Feng sat opposite her, holding a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea in his hand, coughing a few times from time to time.She was fine in winter, but at the beginning of spring, she was uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and she caught cold these days, and her mouth was so bitter that she couldn't eat, all supported by Feng Qingluo's spiritual spring water.

The bowl of brown sugar ginger tea in her hand was also brewed with Lingquan water.

It's a pity that she is old and her body has reached its limit. Fortunately, it is impossible to get better. I just hope that the rest of her life will be more comfortable and less tormented by illness.

When the old patriarch Feng heard his granddaughter complain, she took a sip of brown sugar ginger tea after coughing, moistened her throat, and then said: "Today's rain is more than usual, thanks to your foresight last winter, after a few days It’s a big project, otherwise we’ll have to soak in water every day for more than half a month.”

"I'm afraid that if it rains, it will flood our mud-brick house."

There was a heavy rain last year, and the water covered her calves, which scared Feng Qingluo so much that she was afraid that the wall would soften and suddenly collapse.

"It's a common thing. You haven't seen it much since you were a child? As for our kitchen and your parents' room, when will it not be repaired?"

Uh... the memory of the original owner is indeed like this.

"Although the walls don't get soaked in water now, the rain leaking in this thatched hut is annoying. Last year I bought a few extra basins and they were not enough to catch the water. Now the bed curtain in my room is still wet!"

The old patriarch Feng laughed: "You are quite capable now, and when you earn money, we will build a big tile house made of green bricks. It will be solid, and it will definitely not leak."

"The one in the town?" Feng Qingluo's eyes lit up again.

(End of this chapter)