The new book of the burning prairie star

Yang Biao listened to Yang Jinxue's explanation and felt that he had learned more. In ancient times, houses were built without steel bars and cement, nor with mechanical assistance. It all relied on manpower. For example, glutinous rice was used to increase the viscosity of the mud. The wisdom of the working people should not be underestimated.

I never thought that in ancient times, there were construction teams for building houses, and they could provide both labor and materials. It seems that modern construction teams are simply an enhanced version of ancient ones. No, the carpenters in ancient times had more advanced skills. Yang Jinxue also had a construction team of more than 20 people.

The group walked to the homestead that Yang Biao bought, and accompanied by a Feng Shui master specially hired by the village head, they saw that the land was indeed quite barren, the grass was sparse, and there was no continuous patch. The land was basically full of small stones, the ground was bumpy, and the soil was also very hard. Yang Lin looked like he was in his fifties, walking here and there in the land. I didn't expect that the common people in ancient times would consider Feng Shui before building a house. I thought only the rich would pay attention to this.

"Brother Biao, when building a house, you should face south and back north. The east side belongs to the Green Dragon, so it should be higher, while the west side belongs to the White Tiger, so it should be lower. If you build it on the west side, the east and west sides must either be the same height, or the east side must be higher than the west, which is what the saying goes, the east can be empty but the west cannot be empty." Yang Jinxue saw Yang Biao staring at the Feng Shui master, so he explained to him the details of building a house.

"We usually build single-room houses, like three, five, seven, because according to Feng Shui, odd numbers are yang and auspicious, while even numbers are yin and ominous."

"How is it? Is the feng shui here good?" The village head asked hurriedly as he saw the Feng Shui master coming over.

"It's quite good. There is a stream over there. The Feng Shui of this place is very prosperous." The Feng Shui master said with a smile.

"That's good, that's good, sir. When is a good day to lay the foundation?"

"Tomorrow is the Jiawu Day, which is also the "Heavenly Pardon Day" in summer. It is the day when God pardons all things. It is a good time to start construction."

"What do you think, Brother Biao?"

"Kid, just pay the money and the village head will take care of it." Yang Biao knew that the village head was an upright person and trustworthy.

"Brother Biao's family cannot do the same as you do with other families when it comes to contracting for all the labor and materials. They should earn less and build a more solid and beautiful house." The head of the village instructed the youngest son.

"Dad, don't worry. I can tell the difference between relatives and strangers." Yang Jinxue assured.

"Come, take a look at the styles of tiles. Which one do you like?" Yang Jinxue took out another stack of drawings and called to Yang Biao.

You won't know until you see it. The ancients had so many different styles of tiles. Who said that ancient buildings only had red tiles and green tiles on their roofs? Their tiles came in all sizes, textures, and styles, and there were even glazed tiles. I was once again deeply impressed by the wisdom of the ancients.

Yang Jinxue led Yang Biao for a walk on the homestead, telling him which place was suitable for driving wooden piles, where to pile the excavated soil, and where to put the ordered bricks and tiles if they arrived, so as not to block the construction.

Yang Biao listened and occasionally offered his own opinions. Before traveling through time, in modern life, people were actually quite casual, doing whatever was comfortable. Coming to ancient times, of course, he had to respect local customs. He couldn't just gossip about others whenever something happened at home. The Feng Shui master said he should do it this way, but he did it that way. See, it came true.

"Then I'll trouble Uncle Jinxue to build my house." Yang Biao sprinkled the last bit of quicklime on the ground. He would dig along the line drawn with the quicklime and watched the sky gradually darken. "How many days will it take to build the foundation?"

"The soil is quite hard. It will take some time, but we can probably lay a solid foundation in about 15 days." Yang Jinxue looked at his father and answered. "Should we buy the wood for the foundation, or ask someone to go up the mountain to get it?"

"The foundation will be laid tomorrow, so we have to go buy it. The wood for the frame can be got from the mountain. The weather is so hot now, and it will dry quickly, so we can save some money. Next year, Brother Biao will have to take the examination for the scholar, so we should save as much as we can." The head of the village put his hand on Yang Biao's shoulder.

"Yes." Yang Jinxue nodded. "There is a groundbreaking ceremony tomorrow. Are you really unable to spare the time? Why don't you take half a day off?"

"I really can't take a leave. It will be the same if my younger brother goes. I'll ask the village head uncle to teach him when the time comes." Yang Biao was also helpless. How come the two things happened to coincide with each other.

"Okay, Biao doesn't want to do that either. We, father and son, just need to be careful. I hope everything goes well tomorrow." The head of the village didn't want to see the thin boy in front of him in trouble.

"It will go smoothly." Yang Biao raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and cheered. Seeing the surprised faces of the head of the village and his son, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Oops, I forgot that this is ancient times.

"Mother... Mother..." Yang Meihua ran out of breath. When she arrived in front of Wang, she stopped, bent down, supported her hands on her knees, and kept gasping for breath.

"You naughty girl, is a dog chasing you?" Wang said to her with a smile as she served the meal to Yang Ping'an.

"No... Mom, this is not good."

"Go away, I'm fine." Wang scolded.

"It's not that mom is not well, it's..."

"Yang Biao is going to build a house." Yang Chunhua walked into the house and said on behalf of her sister.

"What? He built a house? Who said that?" Wang's face was distorted.

"Who said that? The village head uncle took Yang Biao to the foot of the mountain. I heard that the land was bought by Yang Biao." Yang Meihua adjusted her breathing.

"That piece of land is all wasteland, where even birds don't shit. Yang Biao has read so much that he has become a dog. He is burning his money day by day." When Wang first heard about the wasteland, she was very happy. Yang Biao had read so much that he was stupid. He even bought wasteland. Then she got angry: "Everyone pays the money they earn to the public school. Why doesn't mother ask Yang Biao to pay? Ah, why not? Ah... Otherwise, why would he waste money like today?"

"You can't even stop talking while eating, right?" Yang Lidi was very angry. If it weren't for the sake of his four children, he would have wanted to divorce Wang, who was always acting like a demon, and let her be a bachelor for the rest of her life.

"Don't look at me. I'm not in charge of the household now." Zhang was angry. She finished the last bite of rice, put down the bowl, walked into her room and closed the door.

With a bang, Wang angrily threw the bowl that Zhang had eaten from to the ground.

"Wow, wow, wow..." Qian Xiang was eating and was scared to tears by the sound of Wang breaking the bowl.

"Don't be afraid, Dad is here, don't be afraid." Yang Zhenzhen immediately patted Qian Xiang's back to comfort her.

"Dad, you have to use your authority as an elder and ask Yang Biao to give you the money. You can't let him spend it recklessly."