C70

The house was being built, and the most important thing for her to do now was to stay at home. Fu Yao did not want to use her house anymore, since it was only a second floor villa, of course, it had to be a beautiful house. A soft sofa, without Xi Mengsi, would be enough for her to roll around in.

In order to create the perfect cabinets, Fu Yao invited Song Mu's carpenter to come out. Song Mu was already seventy years old, and only after seeing Fu Yao's rotten blueprints did she agree to make an exception.

Of course, all of these were only described by Fu Yao in one mouth.

A month later, she would be able to stay in her new home, especially in a large bed. It would be enough for her to roll around 360 degrees without a dead angle. There was also a wardrobe, a European sofa and a lot of Western furniture. Unfortunately, there was no television.

The second floor had a total of seven or eight rooms. Moreover, there was a pond outside the courtyard, and because it was built halfway up the mountain, it was very quiet and the air was very good. Fu Yao had even specially built a Red Brewery at the foot of the mountain, it was spacious and convenient.

"Wow, this is a palace right?" Zhen Niang stood at the door while carrying Qiao Qing's gift, one floor of the duplex building, and there were also benches on the second floor that she had never seen before … No, that's not right. It's a sofa, and a coffee table. A door that can be pushed back and forth.

"It's simply too beautiful."

"It's not as exaggerated as you." Fu Yao chuckled, and looked at the room in satisfaction. The sunlight was sufficient, the most important thing was the sofa.

She sat on it and crossed her legs. Oh, God, she could still see modern civilization after eight years.

Ren Yun Xing was slightly shocked, he walked up the stairs and looked at the various rooms, he had really picked up a treasure.

"Sis, are we going to live here from now on?" Fu Feng was so happy that he almost jumped up.

"Of course, each of you have your own room. Come, come, come, let me show you all."

Fu Yao first arranged for the Fujimori to sit on the second floor of a building that was very ventilated to the north and south. Then, it was Fu Feng who designed the writing desk. It was really good, very similar to a modern writing desk.

Feng Man and Xiao Ming Yuan were downstairs, and everyone was satisfied with their own room, the most important thing was that they had a sofa, so they sat comfortably.

"You're too talented." Feng Man Lou could not help but praise him, "Oh, and my room, I really didn't work for nothing, in the future I will do whatever you ask me to do."

"You flatter me too much. These are the fruits of the wisdom of the ancient people." Fu Yao brought out her big shot, Wu Xiao Liu.

"No matter how you look at it, it was all Fu Yao's idea, otherwise I wouldn't be able to think of anything." Wu Xiao Liu waved his hands simple-mindedly.

Fu Yao was very happy today, so she invited her close friends to the house. She had been busy in the kitchen, and had even come to praise herself.

Fujimori was also very happy when she saw that the people in the courtyard had become like this in less than three months. She couldn't help but put her hands together and mutter into her mouth, "Damn it, did you see that? The more time we have, the better. "

After three rounds of drinking, everyone was slightly drunk and they were helped back home. Zhen Niang kept the house to clear up the mess, looking at Fu Yao's house, she could not help but mutter under her breath: "If only I had a house like this too."

"Don't worry, there will be." Suddenly, a hand rested on Zhen Niang's shoulder, scaring her out of her wits.

Turning his head, he saw the drunk Feng Man Lou, "Your house in the future will definitely be better than this."

The smell of alcohol floated beside Zhen Niang's ear, and her face became extremely red as she said in a tender voice, "You must have drank too much, I'll send you back."

Fu Yao stood on top of the building and looked at the courtyard. Because the ground was very cheap halfway up the mountain, Fu Yao did not spend much money.

Oh, right, Fu Yao, why are you so stupid?

Fu Yao anxiously went to find Li Zheng, bought a lot of land, and when he was fully awake, he came to Fu Yao again. Unfortunately, Fu Yao had already given him the money, and the handprint was already gone.

Who would know that in the next five years, Apricot Village would become famous throughout the world. Furthermore, this place would become extremely expensive, and the land that she bought would become even harder to buy.

This made Li Zheng regret for many years, all the way until his children.

Fu Yao's family had two kitchens, one outside and one inside, the one in charge of cooking inside, and the one outside had a heating system, which was in all directions. Of course, this was handled by Wu Xiao Liu, she would only say that he didn't know how to cook.

Fortunately, he tried it out. It was a very hot day and the results were very good. In the winter, he didn't need to burn charcoal in the house.

Hmm, it seems that his luck has never been this bad ever since he met Ren Yun Xing. He would get money whenever he was worried about money, but now he had spent half of a thousand silver coins.

There were only a few people in the family, enough for a few years.

The more days passed, the better it was for Fu Yao. She felt that she was very lucky, because other than the 10 taels of silver she had been worrying about from the beginning, money had always been flowing in.

After all, he ate the most, and Xiao Ming Yuan did not seem to want to do anything at all. After all, he did not want to do anything at all.

Everyone was busy every day, except for her.

Fu Yao stood outside the window. Should she light up and lead everyone to become rich? Become a vineyard or something? However, it shouldn't be possible at the moment. The villagers were used to growing grain unless she made a lot of money first.

"What are you thinking?" Ren Yun Xing sat on the sofa and shook his head. From now on, he decided that no matter what Fu Yao did, he would feel the difference.

This was the only place in the entire East Mausoleum that had such a second floor. It was a proud feeling to have such a woman, and suddenly felt like she was being cheated.

But the soft rice was delicious, and he was happy to eat it.

"I was thinking about getting rich."

"I don't think the current stage is too good."

Fu Yao turned his head, "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Of course, you wrote it all on your face." Ren Yun Xing pointed to his face.

"So obvious?" With such a difference in Fu Yao, could it be that she had also become a Little White?

Xiao Ming Yuan had been looking at Fu Yao from a distance. Seeing him and Ren Yun Xing were like glue, he looked to be extremely harmonious.

Fu Yao cut vegetables, and Ren Yun Xing washed vegetables on the side. As long as Fu Yao was around, Ren Yun Xing would be there.

Moreover, he had completely indulged any kind of Fu Yao's actions. If it were placed on Xiao Ming Yuan himself, he thought that if he couldn't do it, how could a woman reveal herself? And hanging out with the men to discuss the project?

In the past, when Fu Yao dressed up as a woman in the army camp, he found out about it later on, so he endured it.