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Chapter 40: One of a Kind
Chapter 40: One of a Kind
In any era, whether it's the present or the future, having a house is crucial when it comes to marrying a wife. Without a house, it's nearly impossible to find a satisfactory wife. If you do find a woman who doesn't care about material conditions and chooses you, consider yourself incredibly lucky and cherish her!
With a beautiful house, finding a wife becomes much simpler.
Without even mentioning other factors, if Deng Shirong could build a spacious house with green bricks and large tiles, his five sons would have their pick of any girl in the surrounding villages. No girl from any family would dare refuse.
The biggest regret of Deng Shirong's previous life was that his sons didn't marry the right women. This time around, he had the chance to make it right. He was determined to find virtuous and kind daughters-in-law for his sons.
"Uncle Jiu, I'm impressed. The scale of this house is truly massive. If it's built, it will probably be the most beautiful house in the entire Shuangwang village!" Deng Yunfeng said with amazement.
Deng Shirong smiled and asked, "Yunfeng, can you estimate how much it would cost to build a house like this?"
Deng Yunfeng pondered for a moment and said, "I haven't done a budget for a house like this, but I know the prices of cement, green bricks, and various tiles. I can't give you an exact number, but I can estimate the general cost."
Deng Shirong nodded. "I don't need an exact number, just a rough estimate."
Deng Yunfeng replied, "That's no problem. Yunheng, could you get me some paper and a pen? I'll start calculating now."
Deng Yunheng agreed and was about to fetch the supplies when Deng Shirong stopped him. "Not yet, let's finish our drinks first. We can calculate after we're done."
Deng Yunfeng said, "Uncle Jiu, I've had enough to drink. I'm really curious about how much it would cost to build such a large house with green bricks and large tiles."
Seeing this, Deng Shirong didn't stop him. Soon, Deng Yunheng brought over the paper and pen, and Deng Yunfeng began calculating on the table. After about ten minutes, he came up with a staggering number.
Deng Yunfeng took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Jiu, based on my calculations, building this house, excluding interior decoration and furniture, will cost around 3,800 yuan."
Deng Yunzhen and Deng Yunheng both gasped in shock.
Last year, the most authoritative newspaper in the country reported on the first "ten-thousand-yuan household." In an era where earning 10,000 yuan was enough to make the front page of a prestigious newspaper, 3,800 yuan was a huge sum of money.
All three were stunned by the price, but Deng Shirong felt only one thing: it was too cheap!
After all, in his previous life, his four sons each gave him more than that amount in monthly living expenses.
Of course, Deng Shirong understood that a few thousand yuan now was not the same as a few thousand yuan in the future, but the number still felt cheap to him.
"Yunfeng, when I start building this house, I need you to come and oversee the project. Is that okay?"
"Of course, I have no problem helping. But Uncle Jiu, are you really planning to spend so much money on this green brick and large tile house?"
"Absolutely. I'll find a master to choose a good day to start construction tomorrow."
"..."
After finishing the serious talk, the two continued drinking until it was dark. Deng Yunfeng finally left, staggering home with a light step.
...
The next day.
Qixi Festival.
In this rural area of Bobai County, such festivals were never taken seriously until the future, when men started using it to court women and women started expecting gifts. Only then did it gradually become a significant event.
After breakfast, Deng Shirong rode his bicycle to Deng Yuncheng’s home in Shejiao Village.
Deng Yuncheng’s father had been a renowned feng shui master in the surrounding countryside, but he had passed away several years ago. Now, Deng Yuncheng had inherited his father’s legacy and followed in his footsteps.
When Deng Shirong arrived, Deng Yuncheng was repairing farming tools at his doorstep. Seeing Deng Shirong, he greeted him warmly, “Uncle Jiu, have you had breakfast? Come in and have a bowl of congee.”
Deng Shirong parked his bicycle and smiled, “I’ve already eaten!”
After exchanging pleasantries and a bit of small talk, Deng Shirong got to the point, “Yuncheng, I’m planning to build a house. Could you help me choose an auspicious day?”
Deng Yuncheng readily agreed, “Sure, no problem.”
...
A few minutes later, Deng Yuncheng smiled and said, “Uncle Jiu, I’ve figured it out. The 16th is a good day to lay the foundation, and the 21st, at 6:28 AM, is the best time to start laying the bricks.”
Grateful for the specific dates, Deng Shirong thanked him and left a five-yuan red envelope before riding his bicycle to the brick factory.
This money couldn’t be spared; in the countryside, it was essential to choose an auspicious day for any major construction. Blindly starting work was out of the question.
Even in big cities, people followed the same practice.
...
As one of the several brigades in Shuangwang County, Bangjie Brigade had, besides the pottery kiln, a brick factory and a bowl factory.
Before Deng Shirong and Deng YunGui took over the pottery kiln, someone else had already leased the brick factory and the bowl factory.
The person who leased the brick factory was from Jimaoling and was named Deng Changbao.
When Deng Shirong met Deng Changbao, he was working alongside the workers, moving bricks and sweating profusely. His clothes were dirty, and if Deng Shirong didn’t know him, anyone else would have assumed he was just another worker, never imagining he was the owner of the brick factory.
“Uncle Jiu,” Deng Changbao wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and greeted him with a smile.
“Changbao, you’re working so hard even as the boss. No wonder you’re destined to be rich!” Deng Shirong remarked with a sigh.
In his previous life, Deng Changbao had leased the brick factory and worked diligently for two or three decades. Although he didn’t become a billionaire, he was one of the few multimillionaires in the village, far surpassing those who leased the pottery kiln and the bowl factory.
It was a matter of luck. Among the three major factories in Bangjie Brigade, the pottery kiln and the bowl factory had gradually become obsolete, while the demand for bricks continued to grow over the next few decades. As long as the brick factory operated smoothly and avoided major mistakes, it would naturally make money.
Deng Changbao laughed, “Uncle Jiu, you’re joking. My brick factory can’t compare to the pottery kiln you and Uncle YunGui leased. If anyone’s going to get rich, it’ll be you first.”
Deng Shirong waved his hand, “Nah, our pottery kiln might look good now, but its future prospects won’t match your brick factory.”
“You’re too modest, Uncle Jiu!”
“I’m not being modest, just speaking the truth!”
After a few more pleasantries, Deng Changbao asked, “Uncle Jiu, is there something you need from me?”
(End of Chapter)
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