Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 118 Building a house (3)_1

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 Building a house (3)_1

"Such a waste of money, simply way too extravagant!"

"Good heavens, that’s glutinous rice! I hardly see it once a year!"

"How is that pouring glutinous rice? It’s like pouring pure silver away!"

"..."

Wherever the Mo Family went, they could hear similar remarks. If possible, Mo Yan also didn’t want to be so high-profile, but unfortunately, in an era without cement, glutinous rice mortar was the best adhesive.

In previous lives, those ancient buildings that had withstood the ravages of time for hundreds, even thousands of years, mostly used glutinous rice mortar in their construction.

In the eyes of others, the Mo Family was squandering wealth, but the glutinous rice was produced by the Space, and Mo Yan had only spent a little on milling fees. Although she felt it was wasteful, compared to building a perfect new home, this little waste didn’t seem wasteful at all.

Master Lv and others were quite satisfied; given the option to use glutinous rice mortar, he naturally didn’t want to use yellow mud. With glutinous rice mortar, he could make the house even more perfect.

"Clan Leader, Qingze is so wealthy that he uses so much glutinous rice to construct houses without batting an eye, yet he’s reluctant to fork out eighty taels of silver to build a clan ancestral hall. Is he even a descendent of the Mo Clan?"

In the Clan Leader’s home, Mo Dashan was holding back his jealousy, distorting his face as he sowed discord.

Mo Fang took a puff of his dry pipe, glanced at Mo Dashan, then drooped his eyelids and said indifferently, "So what do you propose?"

Mo Dashan’s heart leapt with feigned righteousness, "Naturally, to have him contribute the silver for the clan ancestral hall. After all, his surname is also Mo."

Mo Fang didn’t respond, but instead asked about another matter, "Do you know why, when Qingze hired people for the construction, he didn’t hire you or Damao and the others?"

"That’s because he’s petty, blaming me for pushing him to contribute silver for the ancestral hall."

At the mention of this, Mo Dashan was so angry he nearly choked on his own fury. On New Year’s visits, everyone went to work as Helpers, but when he, Damao, and Tie Tou arrived, they were told they had enough people and didn’t need that many. All sharing the same ancestor and surname, yet he dared to hire outsiders instead of them – it was simply outrageous!

Mo Fang sighed, knocking his pipe, "Knowing that, why do you still insist on Qingze paying for the ancestral hall alone?"

Mo Dashan stiffened, aware that the Clan Leader had no intention of making Mo Qingze pay. Thinking the Clan Leader wanted to curry favor with Mo Qingze and wasn’t willing to offend him, Mo Dashan’s resentment towards Mo Qingze soared to new heights, wishing him immediate bad luck and a lifetime of inability to rise again.

...

After the foundation was thoroughly solidified, the walls of the house finally began to be erected.

The exterior of the house followed the frame of a quadrangle courtyard, square and orderly, but the interior was designed by Mo Yan after the gardens of Suzhou from her previous life. Compared to the solemn simplicity of the quadrangle courtyard, the garden-style structure was undoubtedly more graceful and refined.

In comparison to building the foundation, bricklaying was undoubtedly much faster, and with an ample supply of glutinous rice mortar and green bricks, the main house grew upwards at a rate of one meter per day. If the weather was good and it didn’t rain, the main house could be completed in no more than seven days.

With the precious construction of the house in place and under the watchful eyes of Mo Qingze and Lizhong, Mo Yan then focused her attention on those barren hills.

There were several flat, barren hills near Liu Yang Village, but only the three that Mo Yan had purchased were suitable for planting fruit trees due to their loose soil.

The total area of these three barren hills was about two hundred mu, and getting them into shape was not an easy task. Mo Yan did not intend to fix them all at once but planned to tidy up one of them to start with, and relocate the chickens from the Space that were close to overflowing into disaster.

Yet, there were always petty people who couldn’t stand to see the Mo Family prosper, and just as Mo Yan hired people to clear the barren hills, the timber that had been prepared with the help of Lin Yong the previous year was set on fire...