The stunned crowd quieted down. He Feng took this opportunity to emphasize once again, "We really are out of seedlings. If you want them, come early tomorrow. If you're not in a hurry and want a higher survival rate, let them grow a little longer and come back the day after tomorrow. I'm making my point clear enough, right? You all know the price, so I won't say any more. Please go back!"
At this moment, He Feng's aura rose straight to 1.8 meters. Everyone was led away, stunned. Apart from nodding and saying "ah" or "hmm" to express their agreement, there were no other objections or reluctance.
The main reason is that my brain is temporarily confused.
Since I was sure I couldn’t buy it today, I had no choice but to turn around and leave.
Now I know that as long as you give me money, the He family will definitely sell it no matter what.
I won't go against money.
The villagers knew that everything could be bought, so they were not so anxious. After all, there was no point in being anxious.
One by one, they left the He family yard.
He Feng breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh my god, dealing with this group of people is more tiring than farming."
Old He also wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was so hot with so many people gathered together.
The father and son hurried into the house and had a good rest.
Sitting in the main room, He Feng talked about He Lvyi's ideas about building a house.
Of course, he did not directly state that it was He Luyi who said it, but directly put it on his own head. After all, no matter how smart or extraordinary a one-year-old baby appears to be, it is a sensational thing for him to have so many ideas about the house. He Feng would feel that he still has to consider his old father's heart, after all, he is old.
He Feng would tell his ideas about the construction of the new house one by one, using the excuse that he learned it from a book, but it didn't matter which book it was.
"Dad, is there an old carpenter in our village? Our brick house is actually pretty good, but if we have enough money, we can try different architectural styles. Our country's traditional architecture is truly one of our national treasures. Just imagine living in a house like this, with its spaciousness and excellent air circulation, and sweet dreams."
Old He listened to He Feng's words and seemed to be lost in thought. Although he was not well educated, he always respected educated people and naturally attached great importance to his youngest son's opinions.
Listening to the big promises his youngest son painted for him, he felt his heart beating violently. The older generation who had experienced the war, especially the ordinary people at the bottom of society, had the deepest love for their country.
"Living in traditional buildings is not only practicing our country's culture, but also showing the self-confidence in our nation's bones. In this way, we are also contributing to the motherland! Wouldn't you be excited to think about making contributions to the motherland?" He Feng would directly use He Luyi's rhetoric to fool Old He, although he still felt it was so far-fetched.
But after talking about it more, He Feng began to feel that it seemed to be true. Well, it was okay to brainwash himself.
In fact, this is not brainwashing, but a long-standing national heritage rooted in the bones. It’s just that it is not obvious in normal times. Once the relevant people or things are mentioned, even ordinary people will have a spontaneous sense of pride.
He Feng suddenly felt that the ancient books that his daughter had taken out to read before, which could improve physical fitness, were very useful and were very good for improving the quality of the nation.
Of course, it should be used among the right people.
We must think of a safe way to get it out as soon as possible.
After a moment of wandering thoughts, I quickly came back to my senses and found that Old He had been silent the entire time.
"Dad, what do you think?" He Feng looked at Old He who hadn't responded for a long time, worried that he had said too much and it might have a counterproductive effect.
"Dad? Dad!" He Feng raised his voice. Old He was finally awakened by He Feng's loud voice. "What's wrong! What's wrong!" He looked a little angry.
"It's okay, Dad. What were you thinking about just now? I called you for a long time without answering."
"Nothing, just some memories from the past. Oh, I can adopt one or two of your ideas. As for how to do it, we can first discuss it with the carpenter and do some preparatory work."
Old He was inclined to compromise on Mr. He Feng's suggestions, agreeing with them but not completely.
Everything depends on the result of the discussion. If it can match the house, then it's fine.
That’s right, Old He’s idea is not to tear down and rebuild, as that would not only cost a larger project but also increase the budget.
The current house has only been built about ten years ago. If it were not too small, it would be enough for him to live in until he grows old. However, by that time, the house will be really dilapidated.
His plan was to remove the tiles and build a second floor on the original foundation structure to serve as the main house.
It is mainly for the old couple to live in, with an additional room specifically used for meetings. In the words of his youngest son, it is like the "study" in ancient times.
He doesn't know what this thing is, but it doesn't affect the possibility of owning one in the future.
The couple lived on the first floor, and then built three independent houses around the main house, one for each of their three sons. When their daughter came back, she could live in the main house.
Now that his son has grown up, he plans to separate from the family, but they still work together. On this basis, they each have their own ideas and can do other things, like the youngest son's plan to build a hillside, which is pretty good.
Old He thought a lot, and the dazed look in He Feng's eyes was Old He's beautiful vision of the house.
Just when Old He was feeling overwhelmed, He Feng shouted loudly, completely shattering his beautiful dream.
Old He angrily rebuked his tactless younger son, and then began to tell him his thoughts.
"Regarding what you said, the structure and materials of the house are up to you. So, what I mean is a compromise. You can do whatever you want with your house, but as for your brother and his family, it depends on what they think."
"That's fine." He Feng had no objection. After all, it was not his house. It was someone else's house, so he could renovate it however he wanted.
"It's just right. You can go to your Uncle Zhu this afternoon and ask for approval of the homestead. If it's enough, then we won't split up. If it's not enough, then we can each separate. Then we can approve enough land for building a house." Old He had a good idea.
"The land in front of us definitely won't work. Let's see if we can trade land with the old lady Zhao next door. That way we can be closer."
If we talk about the He family’s closest neighbor, it’s actually not Mr. He Er’s family. The closest one is the Zhao family which lives very close by.
The land of the two families, especially those surrounding the houses, are very close to each other, but the relationship between the two families is indescribable strange, at least that is how He Luyi feels.
"Find some time to test that kid Zhao Yun. I feel his chances are slim. But you still have to give it a try, just in case?" Old He was hoping for a lucky break, but the probability of success was too low.
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