Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 117 Building a house (2)_1

Chapter 117: Chapter 117 Building a house (2)_1

Among these people were more than a dozen young men from the Lin Clan, a few former residents of Liu Yang Village recommended by Yang Bao, and several from the Mo Clan who were the same ones who had visited the Mo Family on New Year’s Day without forcing them to use silver for building the ancestral hall.

The master in charge of building the house had also been engaged early on. It was quite a coincidence that this master, surnamed Lv, was none other than Liu Tinglan’s uncle.

After Mo Yan and Liu Tinglan were rescued that day, they each returned to their respective homes. Liu Tinglan stayed home to recuperate for a few days before visiting the Mo Family with her parents and gifts to express their gratitude toward Mo Yan.

Having shared hardships, and finding that they got along well, the two became good friends. When Liu Tinglan learned that the Mo Family intended to build a house, she immediately recommended her Uncle Master Lv to Mo Yan.

Master Lv was extremely well-known in the city; the first person many wealthy families thought of when it came to building or renovating houses was him. He himself was also a scholar who, despite his family’s strong opposition, had thrown down his books out of interest in architecture and formed a construction crew to start building houses for people.

Master Lv was upright in his dealings and never skimped on materials or effort when building houses. He was skilled in drawing plans, and the houses he built were both sturdy and beautiful. Gradually, he made quite a name for himself in Jing City. Furthermore, he came from a family of scholars and held a title himself, which set him apart from the average construction master. Anyone who sought him out treated him with the utmost respect.

If not for Liu Tinglan’s pleading and considering that Mo Yan had helped his niece, the Mo Family would never have been able to secure such a ’big shot’ for their house.

On the sixth day of the new year, early in the morning, Master Lv arrived at Liu Yang Village with over thirty helpers, and quickly set to work planning according to the blueprints provided by Mo Yan, marking the ground with ink to indicate where to build.

Looking at the large swaths of ink-marked ground, both the helpers and the villagers who came to watch couldn’t help but marvel: So much space, how many rooms are they going to build!

Once all the lines had been marked, more than eighty people armed with hoes and shovels began to work vigorously on this barren land.

The foundation of the Mo House was close to Yuhua Mountain, much higher than Liu Yang Village and with an extremely wide view. To its left was the mountain path, and to its right the river cutting through the mountain. In terms of Feng Shui, this place was undoubtedly an excellent location.

Building a house starts with digging the foundation, and the Mo Family’s construction area was vast—digging the foundation alone was a massive undertaking.

Fortunately, there were many eager helpers, and the Mo Family paid generously. Everyone worked with great enthusiasm, and in just half a month, including the enclosure wall, all the foundations were excavated.

During the digging of the foundations, loads of stones, green bricks, tiles, and other materials were continuously brought over from outside.

These materials used for building the house were obtained through Master Lv, purchased from the best quarries and brickfields, and at very reasonable prices, saving the Mo family a great deal of expense.

Mo Yan knew that if it weren’t for Master Lv’s influence, not to mention getting a good deal on these quality materials, even acquiring them smoothly would have been an issue.

The commotion of the Mo Family building their house was significant, prompting many to make sour comments behind their backs, "All this just because they’ve earned a bit of money, look at them showing off."

"Exactly, living in such a huge house with so few people, won’t it feel eerily empty at night?"

"Tsk, it’s burning a hole in their pocket. We mere mortals can’t even begin to fathom it!"

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Mo Yan naturally didn’t take these bitter words to heart; they were simply cases of the grapes being sour when out of reach. After all, she couldn’t stop their mouths, and no matter how much they said, she would continue building.

Money once gone can be re-earned, but a house that does not meet one’s standards cannot simply be demolished and rebuilt, can it!

If the Mo Family’s generous use of green bricks and tiles for their house caused envy, jealousy, and hatred among the people of Liu Yang Village, then the sight of bag after bag of snowy white glutinous rice being steamed, poured onto the ground, mixed with mud, and pounded into mortar, nearly made all the onlookers’ hearts bleed.