Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2228: Chapter 1884: Idealism, Huh?_3

"Yeah," Song Tan nodded, "If we don’t get the drawings out early, the approvals won’t go through."

"Why don’t you bring them home to take a look?"

"What’s there to see? Floor plans, detailed structural drawings, and construction drawings..." Song Tan said casually:

"I can’t make sense of them, and you all probably can’t either."

Moreover, Secretary Xiaozu and Yun Duo are always keeping an eye on this matter, any document that comes in gets brought to her for a flurry of signatures, with so many small words that she’s dizzy from signing.

Some even require a personal appearance... Isn’t it just a bunch of fuss?

"How can that be the same?" Wu Lan got anxious, "You should at least tell us what the building will look like."

What will the building look like?

Just the standard design.

Less than seven stories tall, with an elevator, spanning over 600 acres can’t accommodate many buildings, the unit designs almost don’t have any below 120 square meters.

First floor has a garden and basement, top floor has a terrace, and the middle floors are standard. Some are simply large flat layouts.

Soundproofing needs a budget too, so a clock from upstairs doesn’t disturb the downstairs.

After all, few people will be there. Even if the farm employees’ count is maxed out, they won’t fill the 600-some acres.

There’s also standard villas, not like the flashy luxury communities, but they’re affordably priced!

Honestly, building this house she once said selling with a little markup per square meter doesn’t make as much as selling vegetables.

She carefully explained these matters, while also messaging Yun Duo urgently to send over the general drawings for a look.

Indeed, these data points, those lines don’t resemble the idyllic imagery Wu Lan and Song Sancheng imagined from the promotional advertisement.

The images on the phone are so small, it’s hard to get a clear sense of the building.

The couple stayed silent for a moment.

Finally, Song Sancheng decided, "Tomorrow I’ll go ask Dad, if that famous one who sees things around here is still living in the village."

He added to Song Tan, "Don’t underestimate him, your name was given by him."

Song Tan blinked, "My name was given by him—didn’t you say he was in his fifties or sixties with a big beard back then? Are we sure he’s still around?"

Wu Lan pondered, also saying, "Yeah, it’s really uncertain! It’s a big deal, we can’t just go to someone who knows a little, I’ll ask my mom’s side tomorrow too."

The couple continued their talk, seemingly having fixed their plan for tomorrow.

But Song Tan didn’t know what to say—

If there’s a feng shui expert, wouldn’t it be better to go there and attract some spiritual energy, set up a simple array, ensuring good food and peaceful sleep, isn’t that more rejuvenating than feng shui?

Though, there’s no point in telling this to her parents.

She pondered, then decided to go find Lun Chuan.

When she got to the gate of the inn, Lun Jing wasn’t sleeping or watching drama, instead she was video chatting with someone on her phone, sounding quite excited:

"... Oh, you wouldn’t believe how interesting a couple of youngsters were at the meeting today..."

"Come on! Come here! I’m quite influential in this village, if you come I’ll treat you to good food..."

Well then, just a matchmaking meeting and the whole village has their fill of gossip, don’t they?

She didn’t disturb them, just quietly went up to the top floor.

The matchmaking meeting had taken up some time today, Lun Chuan was outlining the plot for tomorrow’s novel when he saw her enter. He just glanced up:

"It’s been too damp lately, I made some ginger milk pudding in the kitchen, see if you like it."

Song Tan, already familiar, moved the dehumidifier when she went to the kitchen.

She connected the drainage pipe to the sink, the water rushed out instantly, clearly collecting a box of water in just half a day.

Isn’t it? It’s been raining almost daily, humidity is always eighty to ninety percent, with no dehumidifier it’s all sticky.

She took out the ginger milk from the fridge and also told Lun Chuan about the important task Wu Lan and Song Sancheng were set to do tomorrow:

"Hey, when you write novels, don’t you all like to write about these mystical fortune-telling things? Do you believe in it?"

Lun Chuan’s typing paused, he looked at her, amused:

"The blue rose on the balcony hasn’t wilted yet, do you think I believe in the mystical?"

No matter how a species mutates, it can’t suddenly evolve into a perfect state, and maintain stability, can it?

Song Tan immediately went silent.

And Lun Chuan thought it over, seriously adding:

"In the past, the writers’ association used to arrange for people to go to fixed places for inspiration or training, through some connections, I met a Daoist Master at a Daoist Temple."

"I quite agree with his philosophy, felt he had real skills."

"Your housing project, although its preliminary work is mostly done, might still allow for some adjustments to resubmit—this approval cycle is quite long, isn’t it? Do you want me to figure out a way to invite him over for a look?"

Song Tan: ...

So, talking about science while actually believing in this?

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