My Return to Life

　　 Winter afternoon.

　　 The sun is bright.

　　 There are occasional vehicles passing by on the main road of the township road.

　　 The sound of the lady's motorcycle engine with "Woo~", accompanied by the sound of ‘huhu~’, fell in Fang Nian’s ears.

In 　　's line of sight, the trees on both sides quickly retreated.

　　 The winter wind blew his exposed hands, face, and ears, and then whizzed back.

　　 "翕~"

　　 Fang Nian moved his nose while occasionally pulling away his left hand to wrap his clothes.

　　 Fang Nian, who has always prepared with both hands, has no hat and no gloves.

　　 had no choice but to feel the winter breeze frankly.

　　 Thirty-seven minutes, Fang Nian arrived at the entrance of the village, drove off the hardened road, and descended towards Mao Dam.

　　 Bumped in the mud, down the river, and took a trail to shuttle past the floor in front of the neighbor's house.

　　 Crossed the mound on the south side of Lao Fang's house, Fang Nian stared, then squeezed the brake.

　　 "Squeak~".

　　 The motorcycle stopped suddenly.

　　 The original hut is gone.

　　 Some high and low weed mounds were also flattened to clear a large area.

　　 There are so many familiar appearances Fang Nian.

　　 "Brother~"

　　 Hearing the sound, Fang Xin ran out of the side door quickly, shouting in a long voice.

　　 circled the motorcycle, Fang Xin whispered: "Can your car take me out to play?"

　　 "Dad doesn't know how to ride, it's slow."

　　 Fang Nian squeezed Xin's face below: "You still dislike it?"

　　 "I can't understand the words I learned from anywhere."

　　 Fang Xin took out his pocket and took out a piece of candy: "Do you want to eat candy? Mom bought it in Daping."

　　 "You eat it yourself."

　　 At this time, Fang Zhengguo also came out: "You bought Honda too."

"how much did you spend?"

　　 "Five thousand and six." Fang Nian replied.

　　 Fang Zhengguo screamed, and didn't say more.

　　 Fang Nian thought that Comrade Fang Zhengguo might have been expensive.

　　 After giving the motorcycle to Fang Zhengguo, Fang Nian and Fang Xin returned to the house.

　　 Lin Feng sat in the living room knitting a sweater for Fang Xin, and looked up at Fang Nian: "Fang Nian, have you taken the monthly exam this time?"

　　 "No, it's postponed to next month." Fang Nian shook his head.

　　 "Oh." Lin Feng answered, obviously disappointed.

　　 "How does it feel to ride a motorcycle to and from school?"

　　 Fangnian blinked his eyes and said calmly, "Leave the motorcycle at home first."

　　 Lin Feng: "?"

　　 Seeing the confusion on Lin Feng's face, Fang Nian exhaled and uttered a word: "Cold."

　　 Fang Nian feels that he has not fully adapted to rebirth.

　　Because he actually forgot the magical attacks in the southern winter.

　　 I don’t know the reason. When riding a bicycle, the wind can always blow off the flesh of the body.

　　Mingming is not yet the season for fire.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 Lin Feng looked at Fang Nian with a weird face: "Do you remember the winter vacation when you just entered the first year of high school?"

　　 "In such a cold winter, you are about to take off on someone else's motorcycle. Why didn't you say it was cold? It's just November of the lunar calendar."

　　 Fangnian did not make a sound.

　　 After a while, Fang Nian calmly changed the subject: "Has the approval for the homestead come down?"

　　 "Come down." Lin Feng did not reveal Fang Nian, but changed the subject.

　　 "I have measured it with you. The length should not be enough for four. If you want to build it, you have to demolish the current house and get it..."

　　 Lin Feng's tone was at a loss besides hesitation.

　　 After starting to prepare, Fang Zhengguo and Lin Feng once again felt the complexity of building a house.

　　 If you demolish the current house, it will happen to be the stairwell and you can't go upstairs, so sleeping becomes a troublesome thing.

　　 Fangnian thought for a while, and said, "Go outside and take a look."

　　 Lin Feng took the ball of yarn, shouted Fang Zhengguo, and walked out the side door with Fang Nian.

　　 "Dad, what is the specific situation."

　　 Fang Nian did not rush to say his proposal, but looked at Fang Zhengguo.

　　 "The main reason is that the left and right lengths are not enough, and the front and rear lengths are enough. According to you, there is enough space to build a yard."

　　 Fang Zhengguo explained.

　　 "If you demolish the current house and make it, it may cause the whole house to split, so if you don’t, I’ll go to make some money next year..."

　　 Fang Nian asked, "What if we dig out a little Zhushan."

　　 "……"

　　 After a few words, Fang Nian understood the main contradiction at present.

　　 money.

　　 "If you dig out some of the bamboo mountain, you must dig out some of the back mountain. To prevent landslides, you have to build walls. No matter what kind of house you build in the countryside, there must be a mixed house for chickens, ducks and geese..."

　　 Lin Feng slowly explained.

　　 "The house hasn't even started to be built, so it will cost seventy to eighty thousand, or even more than one hundred thousand..."

　　 The construction cost of the miscellaneous house is not high, and it can be done at 20,000 to 30,000.

　　 is mainly **** protection wall, this cost is very high.

　　 And if a yard is to be built, a **** wall must be built in front of the house to prevent the floor from sinking in the direction of the field in front of the house.

　　 The main building hasn't been completed yet.

　　 Fang Nian smiled and said: "The money problem is easy to solve, and in a dozen days, I will have this month's contribution fee..."

　　Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Feng: "I have to leave you money for college, even if you don't buy a house, you still have to prepare money for marriage."

　　 "I have a good deal of all these things, don't worry about me."

　　 Fang Nian said, and then changed the subject: "I just printed out the design drawing. You can take a look."

　　 "This is the overall rendering, with front and back courtyards. The designer has calculated the cost, and the main body will not exceed 400,000 yuan, including decoration."

　　 "……"

The design of 　　 took into account the customs of Maoba here, and a whole hall was divided into a hall where ancestor tablets were enshrined and sacrifices were made on weekdays.

　　 A three-story Chinese house, with blue bricks and black tiles, is elegant and dignified.

　　 is a house that many Chinese imagined.

　　 Lin Feng and Fang Zhengguo took the blueprints, and were amazed, looking forward to the future gradually.

　　 Looking at the picture, Lin Feng occasionally suddenly said one or two inexplicable words.

　　 is completely unconscious.

　　 After the two became quiet, Fang Nian said seriously.

　　 "The money is just what I earned by writing and writing casually. Since I can earn it now, it will certainly be possible in the future, so you don't have to worry too much about my future."

　　 Fang Zhengguo pondered for a long time and said: "Actually, I didn't think it was necessary to build a new one, renovate it, and dig a toilet. Now this house is really good."

　　 Lin Feng echoed: "Indeed, it looks comfortable."

　　 Fang Xin didn't understand these, but she also followed with joy: "The new house must be beautiful."

　　 "……"

　　 Fangnian smiled, occasionally echoed, and did not express his own opinions.

　　 A thatched hut that has survived decades of wind and rain is gone, and perhaps the house that has lived in it for more than ten years has to be demolished.

　　 And the budgetary expenses are getting scarier.

　　 This made Fang Zhengguo and Lin Feng feel a little hesitant.

　　 Do not demolish the old house now.

　　 The dignified mansion gave them expectations for their future life, and the overall budget was taken into account by their son. They finally felt a little relieved...

　　...The next morning, the voice of the excavator echoed into the Mao Dam.

　　 winding around to the south side of Lao Fang's house.

　　 Fang Zhengguo called the neighbors three or four to help cut trees and bamboo.

　　 "The third child, your house is going to make a big construction!"

　　 "Such a large foundation, oh yo, third brother, your house is a bit big."

　　 "……"

　　 Fang Zhengguo took out the Furong King and distributed them one by one, and by the way showed them an effect picture.

　　 "The design drawing that Nian Habao looked for, said it was to be built like this..."

　　 After seeing the drawings, everyone's envy has deepened.

　　 "Your family is just terrific."

　　 "This drawing is really beautiful!"

　　 "The third child is really making money, and he smokes King Furong."

　　 "……"

　　 Fang Zhengguo hurriedly responded with two sentences: "Please ask the master to dig the soil, buy two packs of hair, and usually smoke white sand."

　　 Indeed, Fang Zhengguo is inherently a bit stingy.

　　 Otherwise, Lin Feng wouldn't have been told by Lin Feng that he couldn't even bear a cigarette.

　　 So even though there are 400,000 yuan clearly lying on the bank card, Lin Feng still bought a piece of Furong Wang at home, and only occasionally used it to fill the front.

　　 I still smoke 9 yuan a pack of Jinbaisha.

　　 "Fang Nian, while you are at home, I called the master to come over, let him look at the construction drawings, and you can also write down what you don't understand."

　　 After lunch, the neighborhood went to help cut trees and bamboos, and Lin Feng found Fang Nian who was watching the fun.

　　 Fang Nian nodded, he originally proposed this matter.

　　 In just one afternoon, all the work was wasted on drawings.

　　 After seeing the drawings, the master was actually a bit confused. There has never been such a beautiful house in the countryside.

　　 "If this living room is to be directly connected to the second floor, the height of the empty floor will be almost seven meters, don't you need to change it?

　　 You can finish the small platform on the second floor and turn it into a living room, divided into upper and lower floors. In the future, when you grow up and get married, you will live on the same floor separately from your parents. "

　　 Fangnian explained with a smile: "One in the living room is enough. The load-bearing capacity is calculated on the construction drawings."

　　 "……"

　　Fang Nian basically answered all the questions raised by the master.

　　Because at the beginning of the design, he considered the level of construction in the countryside, and he actually had experience in building a house once.

　　 There were regrets in the design and construction of that villa.

　　 All changed this time.

　　 Including more empty spaces in the living room, making the living room look particularly spacious...

　　 This afternoon, the bamboo mountain is missing? There is just enough space left.

　　 Fang Nian also finished answering the master’s doubts, and listened to a basket of praise...

　　...After a tiring day, dinner is particularly fragrant.

　　Especially Fang Xin, who was eating a rare gulp.

　　 She is the youngest in her age, and she is tired of her first place.

　　 Her footprints almost covered the entire Lao Fang's house up and down.

　　 Fangnian thought, ‘It’s okay if Guang Dian’er runs, I’m a little cleaner! ’

　　 While eating, Lin Feng discussed with Fang Zhengguo to find a geologist to see the direction of the hall.

　　 Looking at the feng shui of the mansion in the countryside is relatively simple.

　　 is just to determine where the center of the hall is facing.

　　 After determining the orientation, a small wooden stick will be inserted in the front and back of the hall. When the master starts to lay the foundation, he will pull a line to determine the foundation orientation of the entire house.

　　 is a total of one hundred and eighty degrees of plane, in fact, not many angles can be used.

　　 For example, as far as the Lao Fang family is concerned, it is impossible to sit in the north and face the south.

　　 can only find a suitable southwest direction in the west direction.

　　 Fortunately, the angle at which the old house of Lao Fang's house is located is not on the north-south line of the plane, but sits northeast to southwest.

　　 "……"

　　 After saying a few things about the house, Lin Feng looked towards Fang Nian and said.

　　 "When are you going to leave tomorrow?"

　　 "Whatever, go by car anyway." Fang Nian said.

　　 Lin Feng continued: "Then you go to grandma's house in the morning?"

　　 "I kill a chicken in the morning and you will send it over."

　　 Fangnian thought about it a little bit: "That way, tomorrow I will ride a bike and go directly to Tangli from my grandmother."

　　 Lin Feng said: "It's okay, let your dad follow, he rides back, your grandma's house has no place to put it."

　　 "……"

　　 Fang Nian didn't plan to go to grandma's house this time.

　　 I don’t have many holidays. In winter, it’s cold to ride a motorcycle, and I really don’t want to ride on the 11th road. I think about New Year’s Day and go with Lin Feng and the others.

　　 But since there is something to go, then take a trip.

　　 The next morning, Fang Nian hummed on his motorcycle to the Weinan countryside.

　　 Fortunately, this time I took a pair of protective gloves from home and wore a motorcycle hat, so it was not so cold.

　　 However, the north wind is still blowing from the flesh of Wuyang Wuyang.

　　 is cold.

　　 But Fang Nian felt that Comrade Fang Zhengguo, who was sitting behind, was not cold at all, and he was still wearing an autumn suit.

　　 After Fang Zhengguo greeted Fang Nian's grandmother, he left without a sip of the tea. There were indeed many things to ask at home.

　　 Fangnian carried his bag, carried the chopped chicken, put it on the cupboard, clapped his hands, and shouted, "Grandma, the chicken is here for you."

　　 "Your mother is really too, let you come and send it."

　　 The old man babbled a few words first.

　　 "It's very cold riding a bike now."

　　 Fangnian smiled and waved his hand: "Just come over for a meal and go to school~www.ltnovel.com~ Eat two bites at noon. In the afternoon you put the chicken in a rice pot and stew it in the evening and drink chicken soup in the evening."

　　 Of course the old man didn't think it would work, but in the end he couldn't get rid of it, and he agreed.

　　 said again: "Don't give me any more money this time."

　　 "You give me money every time you come here, and your mother will say you if she knows it. You still build a house!"

Fang Nian laughed: "My mother can't control the money I earn. After my house is built, I will pick you up to live in. Then I won't give you any money and let my mother buy it for you. "

　　 went on to say: "Even if you eat meat once every two days and buy other things, one thousand yuan should be spent."

　　 The old man couldn't get rid of it again, so he had to accept the 1,000 yuan he had prepared for the next year.

　　 In fact, if Fang Nian is the only one who gives money, then according to Fang Nian's rounding algorithm, there is really no problem at all.

　　Eating meat is still very expensive.

　　Although the elderly are in good health, they may occasionally have a cold and cold. Infusion injections all cost money.

　　Lunch is a meat dish and a vegetable. The old man tightly clamped the meat into Fang Nian's bowl. This time it was Fang Nian's turn to avoid it.

　　 "……"

　　 Before leaving, Fang Nian looked back at the old man who stopped on the porch to watch him, and he could clearly see the folds piled up by a gratified smile on his face.

　　 Fang Nian suddenly came out a sentence——

　　 "All my yearning."

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　　 The first pay to break the bowl, rush rushing.