One day, Xie Wan had just returned home from school when she saw Qin Muye waiting at the door of her house.
Qin Muye took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and waved them in front of Xie Wan.
"Xiao Wan, we got the key to our house, do you want to go take a look?"
Xie Wan was immediately excited.
She dropped her schoolbag and dragged Qin Muye out of the house.
"How did you get it? Didn't you say it would take a long time?"
"The marriage report has been approved. We will be given priority in logistics."
In fact, Xie Dahong also gave a heads up, and Qin Muye was very proactive, so the problem was naturally solved quickly.
Xie Wan didn’t think much about it, his passion for the house was almost engraved in the blood of future generations.
She was excited.
The house allocated to Qin Muye is also in this family quarters.
But there are only tube-shaped buildings over there.
The two of them walked for less than ten minutes and arrived at the destination.
The three-story house has a large yard in front, where children are rolling hoops and jumping rubber bands.
Their house is on the second floor.
As they went upstairs, the two of them attracted attention.
"Captain Qin, is this your partner?"
A thin middle-aged woman greeted Qin Muye.
Qin Muye smiled and responded: "Hello sister-in-law, this is my girlfriend, her name is Xie Wan..."
The sister-in-law spoke to Xie Wan in a familiar manner.
"Xiao Xie, my last name is Zhang, you can call me Sister Zhang from now on.
My husband is in the same regiment as Captain Qin.
When are you getting married?
Don’t forget to let us know when you have a party.”
Just as Zhang Jiezi finished speaking, several other military wives came up and started chatting with Xie Wan enthusiastically.
Xie Wan can be considered a prominent figure in society, but compared to the military wives of this era, she still feels inferior.
They are so enthusiastic.
It was only one floor up, a short distance of a few steps, but Xie Wan's throat was almost sore from talking.
I opened the door and entered the house, and saw several sisters-in-law gathered at the door, sticking their heads out and looking inside.
There are only two rooms in this house, but there is a small corridor outside that can accommodate a dining table and can be used as a dining area.
It can barely be considered a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment.
The room had been vacated and there was nothing in it.
The wall is yellowing and peeling.
After Xie Wan looked around, he had already outlined in his mind how to arrange it.
It's almost a woman's instinct.
Once you think that this might be your future residence, you can't help but think about how to decorate the house.
"A large wardrobe can be placed here, and a desk can be placed here..."
Xie Wan pointed in the direction of the house and spoke in a low voice.
She didn't notice that a smile of success appeared on Qin Muye's face.
"Xiao Wan, I asked my comrades to exchange some furniture tickets. We will go to the store to buy the furniture on the weekend..."
"Don't worry, the wall still needs to be painted, and the floor should be polished as well."
"And furniture. I want to design some of it myself, buy the wood and have someone make it..."
Xie Wan couldn't ask for the house to be renovated like in later generations, but she still hoped to make herself more comfortable.
The ground is now just ordinary cement.
Xie Wan thought of terrazzo, a floor that is less likely to attract dust, and wanted to try that, too.
Terrazzo first became popular in China in the 1970s, and the materials used were relatively simple. Schools and hospitals had already begun to use it.
Xie Wan's proposal was approved by Qin Muye, but it was difficult for an individual to find a construction team nowadays.
Xie Wan had watched a video before and had a rough idea of the simplest process of laying terrazzo floors.
Now we don’t need marble anymore, we only need cement and quartz sand for paving.
It's just that polishing takes a bit more effort.
When Xie Wan told Qin Muye about this, Qin Muye looked sideways and said, "Xiao Wan, how come you even know this?"
Xie Wan lied again: "There was a man in the village who did this before. I heard him talk about it."
Mrs. Zhang at the door heard that their family wanted to lay terrazzo and asked curiously, "How much does that cost?"
Xie Wan didn't know the current prices of cement and quartz sand, and couldn't estimate it.
But she thought it wouldn't cost much.
Qin Muye said cheerfully: "I'll get the stuff, and then Xiaowan, you just need to teach me how to lay it out."
The bathroom is private, but the kitchen is shared.
Mrs. Zhang took Xie Wan to see the kitchen, pointed to an empty space and said, "You can put your stove here from now on."
This kitchen is very crowded because it has to accommodate cooking for everyone on one floor.
Xie Wan looked over and saw that next to the place where Mrs. Zhang pointed, there was a stove made of cement boards where he could cut vegetables.
But the area under the stove was already filled with honeycomb coal.
If she puts the stove here in the future, she will inevitably have to use other people's honeycomb coal.
Xie Wan asked: "Mrs. Zhang, do you all put honeycomb coal in the kitchen?"
Mrs. Zhang said unnaturally, "No, every family puts it in the hallway outside their door or in their home."
Xie Wan saw a fat lady in the crowd looking up at the sky with the corners of her lips slightly twitching, and he knew that these honeycomb coals must be from her family.
Sure enough, Mrs. Zhang turned to the fat aunt and said, "Li Yufeng, before Captain Qin and his men move in, move your honeycomb coal away."
Li Yufeng looked unhappy: "Why?"
Mrs. Zhang said, "This is a public place. We have already agreed not to pile honeycomb coal in the kitchen. You are the only one who is not following the rules. You should have moved it."
Indeed, the place is small to begin with. If everyone moved the honeycomb coal into the kitchen, there would not even be room to turn around.
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