Chapter 67 You're going to take the postgraduate entrance exam?



After a unanimous discussion among the Chen family members, it was finally resolved.

The three proposed to establish a pig farm.

The three proposed to establish a chicken farm.

Chen Xian chuckled: "Alright, let's buy ten pigs and a hundred chicks to test the waters first."

Dazhu said worriedly, "Dad, is raising chickens really that difficult? We can just feed them on time, just like we usually do. It just takes more time. But raising pigs is really difficult. What if, I mean, what if we raise pigs and they die or get sick? That would cost a lot of money. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache."

Chen Xian calmly said, "Don't you know someone who raises pigs? You two seem to have a good relationship?"

"Huh? Dad, are you kidding me? Our family just farms and works in the village every day. How would I know anyone in the village? Even in town? Huh? Wait a minute!"

Erzhu and Dazhu exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

The others also seemed to recall familiar faces.

Suli's mother quietly watched the farmer and suddenly sighed, "My husband really has a good eye for things; he thinks three steps ahead for every step he takes."

So, while the Cheng family was still pitying the boy and lamenting his plight.

My lord has already made a plan. Is it possible to win over this person from last year?

Wow, impressive!

Su Shuangshuang was confused. "Oh dear, sis, what are you talking about? I'm so anxious..."

Su Liniang gently patted the other's head and said with a tender smile, "Little silly..."

Early the next morning.

The rooster crows.

Chen Xian got up and started writing a book.

It's been a long time since I've written anything.

The third installment of A Chinese Ghost Story.

He wrote over a thousand words in one go, without adding any punctuation.

Of course, the handwriting is illegible; it's all illegible.

Standing on the dirt road outside, with my hands behind my back and breathing in the thin white mist, I realized that since I was planning to build a house, I needed to plan out the structure of the house in advance.

Moreover, winters in ancient times must have been extremely cold.

In the simplest layout, the main room is in the middle, the side rooms are on both sides, the kitchen and bathhouse are on the east side, and then there is the latrine. The wasteland behind the latrine can be dug up and used for composting.

The stove in the kitchen is connected to the kang (heated brick bed) in the inner room, so you can heat the kang directly when cooking.

Early in the morning.

Many villagers came over and loitered in front of Chen Xian's house.

Dazhu chuckled and said, "Looks like these are the workers who are going to build our house."

Zhang Daguang mustered his courage and shouted, "Dad Dazhu, how much are you planning to pay us a day?"

Chen Xian said calmly, "Carrying heavy loads in town earns thirty coins a day. I'll hire thirty-five people a day, and provide one meal at noon, including a meat dish and pork cracklings."

Good heavens!

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Old Man Li chuckled.

"Dad Dazhu, you're so generous! You grease, don't try to fool us. I'm an honest man. I'll believe whatever you say."

Not long after.

The work is already in full swing at the south end of the village.

The pig farm and chicken coop buildings were launched simultaneously.

Chen Gui already had the blueprints drawn by Chen Xian in his hands.

He asked Chen Xian with a look of surprise.

"Hey Xian, what's the meaning of this earthen wall in the middle?"

"The passage in the middle of the earthen bed is used for burning. The smoke from burning goes out through this passage, so we won't feel cold when we sleep on the kang in winter."

Chen Gui looked surprised.

"How did your brain grow? How could you even think of something like this?"

Chen Xian explained with a smile, "I often go to town, and I overheard someone mentioning earthen beds. I heard that in some colder areas near the north, every household has one. I figured if they can use them, we can learn from them and use them to keep warm, right? We're from the same era, one in the north and one in the south, so why not use them?"

Chen Gui frowned and asked a question.

"There's only one drawback: it might use a lot of firewood."

"That's why I connected the earthen bed and the stove together, pushed the burning wood in the stove into the passage, scattered a handful of wheat straw, wood, and old tree roots, and vigorously smoldered it inside. Old tree roots are durable and can burn for many hours without burning through. This way, the heat can be maintained without the fire becoming too big."

“Great idea, great idea. I was thinking that old tree roots are very difficult to burn thoroughly when used for firewood, and cooking is very slow. I was planning to make them into low stools. But with your design, it can make full use of these roots instead of letting them start a big, loud fire immediately. Instead, it allows them to slowly release residual heat, keeping the temperature at a relatively stable level.”

Chen Xian looked at the busy crowd.

Person number twenty-three.

With many people working together, the foundation was almost finished in just one or two days.

After backfilling, construction will officially begin.

We'll use blue bricks to build the foundation then.

The roof definitely can't be thatched; it has to be tiled.

there.

Taking advantage of the fact that the restaurant wasn't particularly busy today, Manager Jiang brought Yang Xiaoshu to Qingxia Village.

In Yang Xiaoshu's memory, the mountain village was, after all, very poor and desolate.

Why is it so lively and bustling everywhere now?

It resembles a market town or dock.

And people are building houses there.

Those are blue bricks; someone in the village is planning to build a large house with blue bricks and tiles.

Yang Xiaoshu was completely stunned.

The pigsty at Chen Xian's house is also being built slowly.

Yang Xiaoshu had worked at the pig farm for a long time, so he naturally knew the general outline of the pig farm.

He only glanced at it, wondering what kind of village this was.

How can anyone afford to build a pigsty?

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