Her newly purchased phone seemed strange—she suspected it had somehow connected to the underworld, because everything she ordered was instantly delivered.
A month later, she sold off her as...
Feng Xinliang said: "Mom, I thought so too, so I came to ask you."
"Old man, you are well-informed, what do you think?"
Feng Guodong thought for a moment and said, "It's really not right where they live. There's a gutter right outside the door. Chan'er will be able to walk later, so don't let her fall into it."
Feng Xinliang clenched his fists when he heard this.
"It's not difficult to get them to move out and move farther away. But while you're helping, you'll have to deal with her again. She'll probably want to take the opportunity to make trouble with you."
Hearing this, Feng Xinliang breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I definitely can't be with her and Tu. If not for myself, I have to consider the kids as well."
"Then it's up to you to decide. Just don't end up in a dead end again."
"Don't worry, it won't happen again."
Dad has said this, and he will go back to discuss it with his two sons and their wives.
They could each get half a room, which would solve the problem of having no place to live when they have children in the future, and they were happy to accept it.
After it was finalized, Zhao Hui went to the brigade to apply for permission to build a house.
They agreed to the conditions for building a new house and it was easily approved.
In terms of site selection, the current regulations are that you can only choose your own land. If you see someone else's land, it's fine as long as the other person agrees to change.
But now Zhao Hui and Feng Xiaomei have a bad reputation in the village. No one wants to pay attention to them, and no one is willing to change. They can only choose a place from their limited land.
Land is so precious now. If we use it to build houses, we won’t have enough land to eat if we don’t have enough to grow crops later.
So they didn't dare to build the house too big, just enough for them to live in.
There is a main room and a small kitchen, half of which is used for cooking and the other half is used to store firewood.
On the other side of the main room there is a bedroom as big as the main room, separated by two small rooms. The total area is only about 60 square meters.
Now Feng Xiaojing doesn't go back to the village, and Lu Lan's family of three doesn't go back either. If they want to know what's going on in the village, they have to find out through Feng Mian who goes back to the village every week.
Lu Lan also complained about Zhao Hui's troubles and that they were wasting arable land by building houses.
But Feng Mian doesn't think so.
Even though existing houses are worthless, building houses is not as cost-effective as farming. But once the real estate market took off in the 1990s, it became valuable.
There are no mountains from District 1 to Fengjia Village, and the terrain is flat. It will definitely be a popular suburb in the future.
She guessed that it would not be developed until after 2000, but would be developed in the 1990s.
Once the higher-ups see the value of the land, they will not approve your application to build a house.
Thinking of this, Feng Mian said to Gu Yuelin: "Let's build a house too."
It was dinner time and they all gathered in the yard to eat. When they heard Feng Mian's words, they all turned around to look at her.
Gu Yuelin looked puzzled, "We are also building a house? Don't we already have a house?"
"Let's build it bigger, with two and a half floors. We'll live on the first floor, and my grandparents will live downstairs, so it's convenient for us to go in and out. The upper half floor will be used to store unused farm tools and serve as an insulation layer."
"Ah?" Lu Lan asked in surprise: "Mianmian, you still want to build a building."
Feng Mian smiled and nodded.