At this time, it was very difficult to transfer from a farmer to a non-agricultural society. After all, the city still sent their educated youth to the countryside every year as there was a shortage of jobs in the city itself. Naturally, the household registrations of the countryside folks wouldn’t be able to enter the county that easily unless said person made great contributions to society or had an inexcusable reason.
Therefore, he felt that Han Qingsong would have to build a house in the village.
Sure enough, it went as he predicted.
Han Qingsong looked at it and said gratefully, “Thank you, uncle. I’ll ask the children’s mother to choose.”
Han Yongfang smiled slightly, “Take it back, then. Remember to choose a good one at home.”
Han Qingsong also borrowed two batteries from the brigade as he went home to find Lin Lan with the batteries and a thick notebook.
Lin Lan’s futon was almost done. Seeing him returning with a big book in his hand, he still wondered, “What is this?”
Han Qingsong put the notebook on the kang and went to replace the radio batteries, “Pick one out.”
Lin Lan glanced at it and was surprised, “We’re choosing a homestead?”
Han Qingsong raised her eyebrows, surprised that she could tell it was about choosing a homestead with just a glance of the book.
Lin Lan couldn’t snap her thoughts out of it for the moment, so she laid there and looked at the book, “Where shall we go? Right next to the Brigade? Or should we go to the back of the village? Wouldn’t it be better to go to the east of the village, which is next to the school, so that it would be convenient to go to school. Or the west end of the village? It’s close to the private plot, so it’s convenient to grow and harvest vegetables…”
Han Qingsong saw her lying there as her unevenly cut hair was clean, seemingly glowing with a soft light. He reached out and touched it.
Lin Lan snorted, “What’s up?”
Han Qingsong immediately withdrew his hand, “You had some grass on your head.”
She looked at Han Qingsong’s face turning suspiciously red and said with a smile, “It’s alright, I just dug through the haystacks all day.”
There was no grass shed at home and the haystacks had been soaked in the rain. With them being wet from staying out, she could only rummage through the dry stock they had that was in the house.
Lin Lan read through the entire catalogue but couldn’t make up her mind, “How about waiting for the children to come back? Then we can choose this together?”
Han Qingsong felt that choosing a homestead had nothing to do with the child. Wouldn’t it have been good enough for her to choose it? But in the end, he nodded, “Okay.”
Lin Lan happily put it down and continued to sew the futon, seemingly almost done with the ends.
Han Qingsong went out to take a look in the yard. He had prepared the materials for building the house but he still had to wait for the autumn harvest, which was between September and October.
Since he wanted to build a house, he wasn’t short of money at the moment and the matter of labour was easy enough to deal with as well. It was just a matter of spending money to hire a few capable workers. Once the Captain took lead of the constructions, it would take up to 3 or 4 days at most.
The hardest part was preparing the materials, which would inevitably take up time.
He observed the yard and chose a position where the south wall and built a straw shed so that the firewood could be put in. With that, they no longer needed to be wary of the rain.