After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Once the site is determined, it's time to design the house.

Yang Cong was very enthusiastic and gave Xia Qianqian many suggestions. But Xia Qianqian threw him a drawing: "Uncle, build a house according to this!"

"This is?" Yang Cong was stunned for a while, unable to read the drawings.

In general, building houses in rural areas is very simple, but Xia Qianqian's drawings are in the style of standard courtyard houses! That is the standard of the landlord's house!

"I, Xia Qianqian, build a house, and I must build the best in Yangliu Village!" Xia Qianqian raised her chin proudly.

However, Yang Cong said, "It will cost at least one hundred taels to build such a house!"

"It's okay, I have money." Xia Qianqian said.

She was used to living in a mansion in her previous life, and now she really doesn't want to live in a small house, she wants to live in an ancient mansion!

"But I haven't built a room like this, so I don't know if it will work..." Yang Cong was under great pressure.

Xia Qianqian said, "It's okay, I understand. Just do the construction as I said."

In ancient times, it was men who were engaged in construction. They don't need any complicated drawings, they all speak with their mouths, relying on understanding and experience. The styles of the houses all refer to each other and have similarities and minor differences.

Therefore, Yang Cong was skeptical of Xia Qianqian's ability: "Qianqian, building a house requires several generations to live in, and it must be firm, not building a kiln, and replacing it with a new one after a few years."

"I know that the house I designed must be firm. Dig the foundation first, and I will tell you the structure slowly. You check the quality and guarantee that it will be built. It is the most beautiful house in Shili Baxiang."

Xia Qianqian was full of confidence, and Yang Cong couldn't say anything else, and said, "Well, I will definitely do my best."

"Um."

Before Yang Cong left, he went to Lao Xia's house. He told Yang that Xia Qianqian wanted to build a super big house, and Yang was very happy: "Brother, you must build it well, and it will be solid! In the future, I will live in that big house!"

"What are you talking about?" Yang Cong lowered his face, "That's Xia Qianqian's house, not yours."

"Brother, you don't understand, Xia Qianqian said that she will go to the capital to go to the capital in the future, and will not stay in Yangliu Village forever. When she moves out, the big house will naturally be mine."

Yang Cong was stunned: "Since she is going to the capital, why does she have to spend a lot of money to build such a nice house?"

"I don't know. She has money now and doesn't worry about spending. You can do as she says." Yang said with a smile.

Xia Qianqian is so generous, she wants to be the landlord of Yangliu Village!

The old Xia family is about to raise their eyebrows again.

Mr. Yang quickly slaughtered the chicken and sent it over happily.

But he saw a carriage parked in front of Xia Qianqian's house. The two servants were carrying things in, each of which was packed in red silk and red baskets, very festive.

Master Gu has come to offer a betrothal gift?

Mrs Yang was even happier, went in with the chicken, and shouted loudly, "Qianqian, the third aunt has come to bring you the chicken..."

The family didn't see Gu Changsheng, but a well-mannered and rich son.

"Young Master Song, have you seen it? We don't have a shortage of meat to eat, so take everything back." Xia Qianqian stared at Song Deqiu with a stern face.

She was really mad at her, Song Deqiu even ran to the house to propose marriage without making a sound!

He also brought a bunch of gifts, which came with great fanfare.

What if Gu Changsheng found out?

"Miss Xia, I am proposing a marriage in good faith, please consider it carefully. As for the bride price, you can ask for it, and I will do it." Song Deqiu said.

Happy birthday to Jiuxi, happy every day!