To the east of Luan Feng's house, right next to the mountain, is a house that is about four meters wide.
The distance from this building to the front yard wall is about 18 meters. According to the current standard for building a house, it is the length of six houses, and the width is 6 meters, which is about 110 square meters.
Adding the connected room which is more than ten square meters, the area of more than one hundred and twenty square meters is sufficient.
The construction cost of a house is nearly one hundred yuan, and it costs six hundred yuan to build this house to a habitable standard.
As for keeping warm, since we are making clothes, in order to avoid fire, all open flame heating is not advisable, so we can only install a local heater.
For a heating area of 120 square meters, the stove required does not need to be too large, but it cannot be too small either. Wan Feng suspected that such a large stove was not available in 1980.
The boilers used in factories are huge and cannot be used here to heat several thousand square meters.
Is there a boiler?
Wan Feng searched his memory and vaguely remembered that the furnace he remembered the most was a boiler that was one and a half meters high and as thick as an oil barrel. He had no memory of anything else.
This is not the future. In the future, in the shops selling plumbing equipment, there are stoves ranging from 30 square meters to over 100 square meters.
Make one yourself?
It's not that he can't design it. He has done plumbing work before and has tinkered with many heating furnaces of later generations. Designing a furnace that can heat an area of more than 100 square meters is not a difficult task.
If the design is good, it is not impossible to open a plumbing equipment factory in the future. The construction industry will have a terrifyingly large market in the next few decades.
The key point is that if you have a stove, you need someone to burn the boiler, plus coal, which is another expense that cannot be counted.
This plan was ultimately rejected by Wan Feng.
If we reject the idea of traditional heating, we can only think of traditional methods.
Just dig the foundation deeper, and when building the house, build one foot underground, so the height above the ground can be one foot lower. After all, it is building a house, not a house, so the height is not very important.
The roof is a semi-bungalow style roof with a second-story shed built inside. A foot-thick layer of sawdust is laid between the second-story shed and the roof. In winter, straw mats are covered on the roof.
Double-layer windows are used to thicken both walls, and soil can be piled up below the windows on the outer walls in winter.
The lowest temperature in winter at the southern coast of Beiliao rarely exceeds minus ten degrees Celsius, and the temperature only drops below ten degrees Celsius at night.
With these measures, there shouldn't be much problem for people staying inside in winter.
That’s right, save money!
"I've calculated that it would cost seven hundred yuan to build a building like this, ready for immediate use. Winter people can work inside. Do you have that much money?"
Luan Feng smiled and said, "I have several hundred yuan now."
This woman is so rich? Did she take my money too?
No, I want to check the accounts!
"Then have your father submit an application to Zhang Hai in the next few days. Start digging the foundation before the freezing weather sets in, and start building it in the spring."
"Okay! I'll have Dad write the application tonight."
"Can we sneak out at night?" Wan Feng suddenly asked when the two of them were outside the gate and courtyard wall.
According to his routine of talking nonsense first and then talking about serious matters, and talking nonsense again after finishing the serious matters, it is obvious that he will enter the thorough routine next.
"What?"
"I want to play the trumpet."
Luan Feng's face flushed instantly, and she glanced at the courtyard: "I'm going to die, you are so rude."
"Hey! Don't you really like me playing the trumpet?"
"Get out of here, you bastard. I'll blow your trumpet again when I have the chance." That night, after the physical examination, she was blown on the trumpet. The feeling left her with an unforgettable experience.
Although she likes that feeling very much, it is useless because she has no chance. She can't just leave home and run away to be flattered by others.
Wan Feng was very disappointed. The news that Xia Qiulong brought still made him very excited. He really wanted to have sex with Luan Feng.
But Luan Feng didn't dare to come out, and Li Shuangshuang cried for her husband - there was no hope.
When I came out of Luan Feng's house and looked up, I saw that the basketball court of the brick factory was very lively. Zhang Hai was having a lot of fun playing with a group of kids.
Compared with a group of children, he was like an elephant among a flock of chickens, and was invincible.
Wan Feng ran over and suggested that they split up into groups and play half the game.
He and Zhang Hai divided the people by playing rock-paper-scissors. He led a group and Zhang Hai led a group. The two sides started a melee without even a referee.
"Hold on to his thighs. If one doesn't work, hold on to two. Hold on to his thighs for me." Under Wan Feng's command, his men used all kinds of dirty tricks. There were two kids dripping on Zhang Hai's legs. Even if he had great skills, it would be useless.
Zhang Hai also directed his group to follow suit, and finally the basketball game turned into a wrestling competition.
After rolling for more than half an hour, Wan Feng was sweating all over. He felt that the fire of excitement in his body had been extinguished a lot, so he ran to the stream to wash the sweat off his body.
Although the stream is crystal clear, it is a bit cold. It feels cool when it splashes on your face, but it tastes sweet.
When Wan Feng washed his face, he blew a handful of water onto his face, and his tongue was accidentally contaminated by the stream water.
He pursed his lips, feeling sweet.
I remember that a few years ago, when Xiao Jun used a bottle to fill the stream water, he was laughed at by him. I didn’t expect that the stream water was really sweet.
Wan Feng scooped up a handful of water, took a sip, and then savored it carefully.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Zhang Hai also went to the stream and squatted beside Wan Feng.
This is unscientific. In his previous life, Wan Feng didn’t remember that the water in this stream was sweet?
"Why is this water sweet?"
"I don't know. This water comes out of the spring at the foot of the west mountain."
There's a spring in Xishan? This is not right.
"How big is the spring?"
"Like a well, the spring water bubbles out all year round, and never dries up no matter how dry the year is."
"Who has the time to take me to see it?"
"Follow the stream up and then west to the cliff. The spring is just below the cliff.
Zhang Hai had no impression of these Wan Fengs at all; these nouns had never appeared in his memory.
At this time, the brick factory also got off work. With a bang, a group of young people rushed out of the brick factory and ran towards the stadium like a galloping horse.
Zhang Hai immediately perked up and stood up and ran back to the court without even washing his face.
Wan Feng shook his head. It was the first time he saw a thirty-year-old farmer so playful.
Young people have unlimited energy. After finishing their work, they don’t rush home to eat but instead compete with each other on the court.
The most annoying one is Zhang Hai.
"Well, Li Qingyou, go to the repair shop and pull the wires over. Whoever refuses to obey tonight will fight for three hundred rounds."
Are you planning to work all night long?
Wan Feng was not interested in playing with a group of people who used walking steps as three-step shots, so he got up and went home.
If you want to play against him, at least run back to the three-step shot first.
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