Infrastructure masters in the red building

Jia Fang didn't expect Jia She to be so immature, but thinking about it again, people got married when they were seventeen or eighteen years old, and they might become parents when they were less than twenty.If this age is placed in later generations, it is completely acceptable to be immature, why should I be so demanding on this bluffing big brother?

So he hurriedly asked what was going on in a nice manner, and only then did he know that Jia Daishan had written back earlier, asking Jia Amnesty to take good care of his younger brother's daily life, and also mentioned that he would renovate the courtyard in the mansion so that Jia Fang live in.

But Jia She was busy with housework, and when he remembered this, the day when his father would go to Beijing was not far away, and he would not have time to renovate the yard anyway.

Now when Jia Amnesty saw Jia Fang, he immediately poured out bitterness on his younger brother: "It's not that my brother doesn't want to see you, I really forgot about it!"

Jia thought at ease: What's the big deal?

He comforted Jia She: "Well, if my father comes back and asks, you can tell me that this yard is for me to live in, what kind of renovation it is, what materials are used in the yard and the house, I have to nod. My side I haven’t given any confirmation letter yet, so it’s delayed.”

Jia Amnesty was overjoyed when he heard that, and patted Jia Fang's back again: "Good brother, we are good brothers who can't write two words of Jia in one stroke."

Jia Fang felt Jia Amnesty's "strike" and felt that his physical fitness had improved significantly recently.

The two brothers said they had arrived at the back door of the Rong Mansion. Jia Amnesty was in a hurry to go back to his yard, but he couldn't remember what Jia Fang had to ask him, so he pointed at Jia Fang and said, "I promise you, after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I will wait for you." Your yard must be working." He patted his chest hard as he said, before turning and leaving.

Jia Fang still couldn't ask what he wanted to ask.Back in his small courtyard, Jia Fang sat in front of his desk, remembering that he had been in this world for almost two months. Apart from improving the sanitation, he still had no clue about the matter of the Grand View Garden, and the progress bar hadn’t started , my heart is inevitably a little upset.

He opened the scroll, and saw that the scroll was still stained with ink and ink, gloomy and misty, and suddenly remembered that the scroll said it was the "construction drawing" of the Grand View Garden, but it actually failed to give him any guidance or help.Jia Fang was not very angry, and complained to the construction drawings: "Why me?"

He is a young and promising designer, but now he is trapped in this inexplicable time and space, and needs to complete inexplicable tasks-this is really nonsensical!

Unexpectedly, the scroll reacted at this time, and the thick ink color slowly appeared in the blank space.

"People—life—like—reverse—travel—"

Jia Fang:?

So he went upstream and came to this ancient society?

He stared at it for a while, and found something unusual: there was writing on this scroll before, and it would disappear after a while.But this time the ink is very vivid and lasts forever.

What is the reason for this?

Jia Fang didn't understand, but he was familiar with this Dongpo Ci.Therefore, Jia Fang recited softly:

"I am also a traveler."

Once he read it aloud, he suddenly felt relieved: life is a practice experience, and it is already a rare opportunity for him to come to this world for a while.He only needs to persist in himself, and he will surely be able to realize his ideals and gain more.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the handwriting on the scroll began to fade away, and in the blink of an eye, there was still a piece of clear and crisp blank space.

"Is this the construction drawing of the same section of the Chinese Poetry Conference?" Jia Fang asked curiously.

There was a reaction in the blank space, and a word slowly appeared: "What?"

Jia Fang shook his head quickly: "Nothing!" It is expected that those immortals will not know about the Chinese Poetry Conference.But since then, he has often exchanged a few sentences with this construction drawing, singing a couple of words, improving his self-cultivation and conversation, and relieved boredom by the way.

In the next few days, Jia Fang never cared about the "progress bar".Instead, he seized the last few days of the twelfth lunar month and installed his wet and dry toilet.

After the craftsmen of Baigongfang finished the faucets and toilets, the rest of the sink, copper pipes and so on could not be easier for them.

Jia Fang was not idle when the craftsmen were busy. He continued to toss in his small courtyard, pasted mosaics all over the wall of the bathroom, and raised the ground in the reserved toilet to make room for the sewer pipes. space.

He also took Zhao Cheng to install the sewer pipe leading to the dry toilet in Rongfu. Cover with straw for frost protection.

The sewer pipe has its own slope, leading from the back of his small courtyard to the dry toilet.On the side of the dry toilet, there will be workers from outside the government who are engaged in the gold juice industry to clean up regularly, and these precious farm manures will be transported out of the city and sent to fertile fields somewhere.

There is only one dry toilet in Rongguo Mansion.That is to say, if Jia Fang's courtyard is replaced by any other location in the mansion, it will not be so easy to build sewage pipes - Jia Fang's small courtyard is small and remote, but the location has such a unique advantage.

Soon the craftsmen of Baigongfang sent all the parts and components Jia Fang wanted, and installed them on site under Jia Fang's guidance.

After the installation is complete, Jia Fang's "toilet" is completely completed.The water in the toilet tank comes from an elevated water tank in the passageway behind the courtyard. The operation is completely automatic, but the water tank needs to be watched by someone from time to time to add fresh water.

After the completion of the work, the craftsmen watched Jia Fang's operation together——Jia Fang: This seems... a little embarrassing.

But he still complied with the request, demonstrated the process of flushing the water when he pulled the rope, and tried hard to explain the principles of converting gravity into potential energy and spiral siphon in simple words.

The craftsmen seemed to understand, and finally sent a porcelain burner as a representative to ask the questions in their hearts: "Jia Sanye, why did you spend so much time and effort on making such a complicated hut? Is there no servant in the house to do it?" These?"

Jia Fang shook his head: "It's not a question of who will do the dirty work. Think about it, after all, this is a trivial matter that you have to do every day. There are so many people in the world, and everyone spends so much time on talking every day. If you can All these hours are saved, how much time can be saved out of thin air, and can be used for other things?"

"Just like everyone, have you ever worried about the lack of time, wishing to concentrate on the work in hand from morning to night, where can you spend so much time on such trivial matters as eating, drinking and sleeping? Can such things save manpower and time , why not use it?"

The craftsmen did not understand the concept Jia Fang said, but his attitude and tone made the craftsmen believe that Jia Fang was a "caring person".So, with the enthusiastic help of these craftsmen, the east room of the main house in Jia Fang’s courtyard has completely changed:

The main facilities in the house are a steam bath and a toilet with a flush toilet.Between the bathroom and the toilet, a cupronickel faucet is installed, below which is the sink.The waste water from the sink flows into the drainage ditch in Rongguo Mansion along the copper downpipe, and will not stay in his courtyard.

Apart from these facilities, there is not much space left in the east room.Jia put a screen and a hanger here for changing clothes.Later, when he came in from the outside, he changed the big clothes outside and changed into casual clothes here, and then entered the bedroom and study on the west side of the main house.

These changes seem inconspicuous and failed to increase the living area, but for Jia Fang, he finally clarified the daily circulation and added very necessary living functions, which is a very successful transformation.

During this period of time, Jia Fang and the craftsmen came and went in and out of the Rong Mansion, but they did not attract the attention of the people in Jia's Mansion.

On the one hand, the prominent stewards in the mansion are busy preparing all kinds of arrangements for the New Year, and the servants are running errands with the stewards; on the other hand, the servants who come and go in Jia Fang are all craftsmen and servants, and they come in and out through the back door of the Rong Mansion. No punches.

At the Rongxi Hall, Mrs. Lai once reminded Jia Shishi, Mrs. Rong Guogong's wife, that Jia Fang has been in contact with people outside the mansion recently.

Mrs. Shi didn't care, and said: "He is a child, and there is no adult in the house to take him with him. Who can he associate with? They are just those traffickers and pawns. Look at those real aristocratic families, which one is worthy of being with a prince?" The concubine of the house came and went?"

Lai thought about it, so he stopped mentioning Jia Fang in front of his wife.

In the blink of an eye, it is the New Year, the first New Year's Day after Rong Mansion eliminates filial piety.

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the Rongning Second Mansion was ready for the year, and even the door of Jia Fang's small courtyard was newly pasted with peach charms.On the [-]th day, the top and bottom of the two prefectures gathered together in the Ningguo Mansion's Jia's Ancestral Hall to worship their ancestors.

Mrs. Shi and other female relatives who were ordered to go to the palace at night to make a pilgrimage, and came back from the palace at five drums.At this time, everyone in the whole house had a chance to change clothes and rest.

From the second day of the first lunar month, Jia's family members, acquaintances and relatives began to celebrate the New Year with each other.Because Ronggong Jia Daishan has made new military achievements, Rongguo Mansion is about to enter Beijing, and relatives and friends of all kinds come to the door in an endless stream.Mrs. Shi received the gift softly.

On this day, it was said that someone from the Beijing Prince's Mansion came to greet him and give a boxing gift, so Mrs. Shi sighed that it was rare.

Although the Rongguo Mansion and the Beijing Prince's Mansion are among the four kings and eight princes, the female relatives of the two mansions are not familiar with each other, and they don't move around much.I never thought that people would send gifts to the door now.

"What kind of credit did our master make this time? Even the Beijing Palace was posted." Mrs. Shi murmured happily, opened the gift list, saw that it was an ordinary gift, and secretly planned in her heart how to return the gift.She knew that King Beijing, who had attacked the king at a young age, was still young, and was about the same age as Jia Zheng. She wanted to let Jia Zheng go to the Palace of Beijing Palace. There is also a small gift, which is specially given to the third son of the family. I don't know if the son will reply or write back, I will wait until I go back to do business."

Mrs. Shi was overjoyed, she was only thinking of her precious second son, Jia Zheng, so she didn't hear what he said clearly.She nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you, my lord, for thinking about it. I'll ask someone to ask the second lord to come out."

There were two women who came to Beijing Palace, and they looked at each other, knowing that Mrs. Shi was wrong.One of them emphasized his tone and said to Mrs. Shi: "I want to teach Madam to know that this gift was given by our prince to the third master of the family."

Mrs. Shi didn't even react in her ears, and said directly: "You're welcome, it should be."

After a while, she opened her eyes wide in surprise, and asked gaspingly, "What? It's the third master?" Isn't it her Zheng'er?Not even any of her legitimate sons?

The two women nodded inexplicably: "Yes, the lord ordered it down, this ceremony is for the young master who taboos the word 'put' in your house."