When we arrived at the wasteland, we walked to the newly dug well and saw water gushing out of it.
"Gulp, gulp."
The water output rate is not fast, but it is enough for drinking water during these drought years, and it will also become a very valuable water source.
"Hey, Suku, why don't I see any water vapor? Could Wang Daniu have lied to you? This isn't a hot spring."
Hearing Tong's reminder, Mengyue took out the water bag from the space, connected it with a rope, filled it with some water, brought it up, and poured it into the palm of her hand. The water was warm.
[Yes, it’s a hot spring.]
Seeing the bubbles bubbling in the water, Mengyue was glad that she had walked around the village a little further and marked all the places with underground water in the village.
In addition to the well in his own wasteland, there are four more. The water from the well that digs out the hot spring can be used solely for his own use, and no one can find any reason to object.
On the one hand, she had bought the wasteland, which was her private property. On the other hand, their home was at the foot of the mountain at the east end of the village, some distance away from the village.
Unless one is mentally retarded, I believe no villager would be willing to spend an extra quarter of an hour to fetch water here.
Thinking about building a house, Mengyue had another idea, which was to enclose the hot spring well in the yard and build a hot spring bathroom.
This way, even in the cold winter, she can always take a comfortable hot bath.
It took three days for the village chief and thirty young people to dig out the remaining four marks. Without exception, they all dug out groundwater. The villagers were extremely excited and no longer felt depressed as before.
Moreover, when digging the well, the village chief specifically emphasized Mengyue's contribution to the villagers, saying that if it weren't for Mengyue, everyone would be dying of thirst and that they should be grateful.
After hearing what the village chief said, the villagers of Xinghua Village rushed home. Soon, they all rushed to his house to visit.
When Mengyue returned home from the town, she saw a huge crowd of people in front of her house and thought something big had happened.
【Tuanzi, why are there so many people at the door?】
"Su, that's a good thing. Everyone knows that you marked the five newly dug wells. The village chief also praised your contribution so much that the villagers brought gifts to express their gratitude."
Hearing that nothing was wrong, Mengyue did not rush home, but waited not far away until everyone had delivered their things and left.
The problem of drinking water in the village was solved. My father bought bricks and tiles and hired a house builder. The only thing left was to choose an auspicious day to start construction.
Just as Mengyue was thinking about finding a time to discuss with his father about the starting date of the construction, An came to him with an old man.
"Yueyue, this is Master Ma, the builder in town. After I showed him the design you gave me, he insisted on meeting you."
When Master Ma saw the design drawings, it was a little girl. She was a little shocked at first, her eyes widened, but she returned to normal after a while.
There is always someone better than you. He is just obsessed with appearances. With such outstanding young people in the architectural field, I believe that the architectural field will reach even greater heights in the future.
Seeing how excited Master Ma was, Mengyue knew that it was probably because her design drawings had given him such a big shock.
After all, the house she designed combined modern design concepts. She could confidently say that there was no similar house in the entire Da Zhou, and it was absolutely unique.
Anyone who truly loves architecture will benefit greatly from looking at her drawings.
Master Ma carefully took out the blueprint from his arms, unfolded it, and asked in a trembling voice, "Miss, is this design really from you?"
"If you don't believe me, then there's no point in talking. Give me back the blueprints."
When he heard that the blueprint was returned, Master Ma immediately covered his heart and said anxiously, "I didn't say I didn't believe it. I believe it, and I believe it. Now this blueprint is my precious treasure, and no one can take it away from me."
Seeing Master Ma, who was already quite old, clutching the blueprints, as if afraid that others would snatch them away, the contrast was too strong, and Mengyue couldn't help but burst out laughing.
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