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Chapter 15 Huang Yueguang! !

"No problem. There are quite a few people setting up kitchens in large courtyards now. I'm familiar with this job." Wang Mantang agreed while drawing a picture.

Zhang Chenfei added: "The walls of the room were all shoveled, and after renovation, they were completely white. The old lady's room has a three-meter by one-meter-eight kang. My room will then be two meters and five by two meters." .”

After thinking about it some more, he added that he wanted to make a partition in his room to separate the sleeping area from the meeting area.

Wang Mantang agreed one by one, and by the time Zhang Chenfei finished speaking, he had finished drawing the construction plan. The construction drawings he drew were different from the design drawings of later generations. Zhang Chenfei couldn't understand them very well, but he didn't realize how serious they were.

After discussing the hardware, Zhang Chenfei then talked about the software: "Uncle, you can arrange for me to arrange a large double-door cabinet, a chest of drawers, a desk, a dining table, a low cabinet, and so on. We can also make up thirty-six legs."

Wang Mantang nodded: "With this whole arrangement, you don't have to do any packing before you get married, and you can move in directly. But this whole arrangement will probably cost a lot of money."

He didn't think that the rented house should be so tidy. Zhang Chenfei rented a house from the district office so he could live there permanently.

"How much does it cost?" Zhang Chenfei asked casually.

"Replacement of large quantities, rafters, walls, floor tiles, kangs, washing and bathing. The whole process will cost about 1.2 million to 1.5 million. It's easy to estimate the cost."

"Only if you make furniture, it's hard to say. The price of using first-grade or fifth-grade wood is very high."

The wages for making furniture are about the same, the difference is all in the materials.

Zhang Chenfei felt that what Wang Mantang said made sense. Thinking of Beishan in the system space, he suddenly had a good idea.

"Uncle Wang, can you tell me what kinds of wood are commonly used in making furniture?"

This was about Wang Mantang's major. He told Zhang Chenfei, hardwood furniture and white wood furniture.

The main hardwoods include rosewood, huanghuali, chicken wing wood, iron pear wood, rosewood, etc. White wood is elm, beech, walnut, boxwood and the like.

"A friend of mine has some wood there, but I don't know what it is. How about I go take a look and get back to you.

Anyway, making furniture is a later matter. You clean up the house first, and we will discuss making furniture later. "Zhang Chenfei plans to go to the library to borrow a book and research what trees are on the North Mountain of Space.

If there is something suitable, I can go back and make furniture for Wang Mantang, and I can save a lot of money.

Although it is just a black eater now, no, it is a big eater. But as the saying goes, riding a bicycle to the bar is the time to spend money instead of saving time.

Wang Mantang expressed no objection, and said that he would inquire about Nanmu Daliang when he got back, and would bring Lao Zuo'er and a few apprentices over tomorrow to do some advance work.

Zhang Chenfei took out one million and handed it over: "Uncle, this is the deposit."

Wang Mantang really wants to say that they are all one of his own. Isn’t it a slap in the face to charge you a deposit?

But thinking of Lao Sheng'er's mother lying on the hospital bed and the mouths waiting for food at the construction site, she had no choice but to wipe her face and accept the money.

It was already half noon after seeing off Wang Mantang, and Zhang Chenfei went to the Longfu Temple Flower and Bird Market. After walking around for a long time, I finally found a vegetable seed vendor.

When the old man at the stall saw Zhang Chenfei buying vegetable seeds from all four seasons, he grinned excitedly, revealing two rows of teeth that were yellower than corn kernels.

"You are a generous man. If you buy more, I will give you another pack of spinach seeds!!"

"Thank you."

After leaving the Flower, Bird, Fish and Insect Market, Zhang Chenfei went to Baowen Second-hand Bookstore again.

After wandering around for a while, I bought a copy of "Classification and Identification of Trees" and a copy of "Medicinal Plants of Country Z". When I was about to leave, I saw a row of classics on the bookshelf nearby. "Pin Hua Bao Jian", "Thoughts of Flying Flowers", "Biography of the Madam", "R Futon", "Bian Er Chai".
  Zhang Chenfei walked over, picked up a book and flipped through a few pages, his face turned yellow immediately.

I thought to myself, these are all good books to appreciate our country’s traditional culture and humanities! ! !

Without saying anything, just take it all in.

On the way home with a pile of books under his arm, Zhang Chenfei was thinking about money laundering.

After all, if the house with all the white stuff on the ground and the large glass windows standing at attention is completed, both the family and the neighbors in the courtyard will have to ask where the renovation money came from, right?
  After thinking about it, my eyes fell on the book in my hand, and I thought I could start from here.

During dinner, Zhang Chenfei announced his decision to enter the literary and art world at the dinner table.

"I have borrowed money from a friend to renovate the house, and I will pay it back to him as soon as my royalties arrive." Zhang Chenfei said this, which can be regarded as an explanation for his entry into the literary and art world.

You haven’t submitted your manuscript yet, but you’re expecting the royalties to arrive? ? ?

Embarrassment suddenly flashed in the eyes of the family. Zhang Chenliang, Tang Da Niu, and Grandma Zhang all put down their chopsticks.

"If you don't have enough money, I'll go out and lend you some. Don't you think of anything else? Don't you still have to practice typing?" Zhang Chenliang said.

"Yes, don't embarrass yourself all the time. Life is not easy. Why do you embarrass yourself so much?" Grandma Zhang also said.

She felt that the second grandson was driven crazy by poverty and came up with such a crazy idea.

Tang Danniu simply remained silent.

Compared to the tactful adults, Zhang Chenfei's second nephew Zhang Shunsui laughed mercilessly: "Second uncle, our teacher said you have a loofah-like head. You used to be the last in Jiantian'er's exam at school. You, too, Can you write a novel??”

Zhang Chenfei gave him a shock: "Nonsense!! I was third from the bottom when I was in school!!"

Why are you talking nonsense like this? ?
  Grandma Zhang also spoke for her beloved grandson: "That's right, Li Youbing is the last one, Fatty is the second last one, and your second uncle has always been third from the bottom, and his performance is particularly stable!!!"

"And I can perform beyond my level in the college entrance examination!! How about I graduate from junior high school?" Zhang Chenfei boasted and then asked his nephew: "No, how does your teacher know where I am in the exam?"

Zhang Shunsui swallowed the sticky dough in his mouth and said, "Our teacher and you were classmates in elementary school."

"Classmate from elementary school? What's your name??" Zhang Chenfei raised his eyebrows, wondering who was ruining his reputation.

"Teacher Bai Jiebai," the little guy said, "she always talks in class about how naughty you were in school before, so that everyone can learn from it, which makes me very embarrassed."

Bai Jie?

Zhang Chenfei's eyes suddenly flashed into an image wearing a water-pink shirt, a light yellow gauze skirt, and pure white stockings.

That was his Huang Yueguang and his first teacher! ! !
  Although he knew that this Bai Jie was definitely not the same person as the one in his mind, Zhang Chenfei couldn't help but blush.

Everyone in the old Zhang family knew that Zhang Chenfei was born in the year of the donkey. As long as he believed in one thing, even nine oxen could not pull him back. So I won’t say anything more about his entry into the literary and art world.

After dinner, Zhang Chenfei sat at the dinner table in a daze, holding the pen he borrowed from Zhang Pingan, the eraser he snatched from Zhang Shunsui, and the notebook that Zhang Fendou offered as tribute.

What should I write about? ? ?

(End of this chapter)