Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 165 Phase One Completed

The water purification and circulation system on the lower level has begun to operate stably. The domestic wastewater from bathing, after being purified and boiled, is clearer and cleaner than the slightly polluted water outside.

After all, people in this world don't have the habit of drinking boiled water.

If it weren't a world of swords and magic, where the average person's physical condition is far superior to that of Earthlings, it's estimated that many people would die from dysentery every year.

But people still die every year from water pollution and dysentery.

Doron stood to the side, asking curiously, "My lord, this height is manageable, but how will you transport the water to the eighth floor?"

Ron said nonchalantly, "Use a water pump. Have someone check the rooftop pool on time every day, and if the water level is low, just have that person pump it up."

Anyway, the least valuable thing in this world is human labor.

"Prepare some fruit and local specialties, just like I've prepared, as snacks for those who have finished bathing." Ron finished speaking, then stretched. "I'm going to clear away some sand and gravel to make final preparations for the roof of the small building tomorrow. If anyone looks for me, just say I'm sleeping."

Duolong nodded respectfully in agreement.

Ke Rui led the group of women out of the bathhouse, where Duolong stood respectfully outside the door.

When Corey saw it was Doron, the smile vanished instantly, and she coldly asked, "Where's Ron?"

Doron replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Lord Ron has been working on the bathhouse all day and is exhausted, so he's rested early."

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When Corey heard that Ron was too tired to rest, her expression softened considerably.

"That's all, we'll be going now."

Duolong hurriedly said, "Ladies and gentlemen, after you finish bathing, we have a rest room with some snacks. You are the first guests of the bathhouse, so please feel free to eat as much as you like."

Hearing that there would be more food, Ke Rui became interested and led everyone to the lounge.

The lounge is small, only about fifty square meters, and is like a pub, with seven or eight tables.

There's also a bar counter next to it.

Gina asked curiously, "Is this a tavern?"

Duolong shook his head: "This is just a small place to rest and have snacks. From now on, everyone who comes to take a bath can get a free snack."

Caroline immediately perked up: "Free food too?"

"Just some snacks!"

Soon, several formally dressed young girls brought out the snacks. They wore white shirts, black knee-length skirts, and low-heeled shoes, which were out of place in this world's clothing, yet gave people a refreshing feeling.

These young girls are all homeowners who have signed letters of intent to sell their houses with Duolong. To boost their confidence, each family that has signed a contract can have someone join the Flying Pigeon Merchant Guild.

Although the Chamber of Commerce's business has not expanded, its real estate business has taken off, especially with the establishment of property management companies, which has provided many jobs. Since they are recruiting anyway, why not recruit from these homeowners' homes?

This way, homeowners can have more peace of mind and trust in Flying Pigeon Chamber of Commerce, while also ensuring that employees know the company's background and can use it with greater peace of mind.

The dessert was an elegant fruit platter and a potato pie made from ground potato. Since it didn't contain sugar, honey was added, and it tasted quite good.

It quickly drew praise from everyone.

Since these guests were all important people, they could eat their fill and leave. Other guests, at most, would have a potato pie, a few pieces of fruit, and endless refills of water.

Although it was just a small snack, it was worlds apart from other bathhouses.

As Ke Rui walked out of the lounge, she glanced back at the young girl in the black dress and white shirt, and said to Caroline beside her, "This kid is more meticulous in doing business than in building houses." Caroline did not refute her.

The following day at noon, Ron successfully topped out the building and installed four hand-cranked water pumps next to the pool on the top floor. Four workers were on the side turning the wheel to pump out the water from the basement. It was quite hard at first, after all, they had to pump water from eight floors high and there were two pools.

The four young men worked diligently to turn the wheel, spinning it for almost two minutes. One of them, named Dak, asked somewhat impatiently, "President Duolong, can this really pump water up?"

The next second, a splashing sound filled the pool.

"Water is coming out! Water is really coming out!"

Watching the four water pumps continuously pouring water into the pool, Duolong excitedly waved his fist.

Ron pointed to the simple water meter next to him: "From now on, someone will come and check the water meter every month. This number will show how many liters of water this family used today. As for how to charge, you can decide. Just don't lose money. After all, we have to spend money every month on building the water purification tank, secondary water supply, etc., so we can't afford to lose money."

Duolong nodded excitedly. He was pleased to see how convenient the apartments were, especially since several units on the eighth floor were still unsold. He decided to keep one for himself and bring his wife and children over as well.

The Matic father and son standing to the side were already in awe of his extraordinary talent.

Only Leonardo da Vinci and Sanlir were already used to it; they had running water in their territory for a long time, just not like here.

For their convenience, only castles in their territory can enjoy the privilege of having water directly fed to the upper floors; other places have to fetch water themselves. This is mainly because the top floors are used to grow wild potatoes, and there is simply no extra space to build a secondary water supply pool.

"Da Vinci, Matic, pack your things, we'll head back to the territory later."

While Ron and his group were preparing to leave, the residents of Happiness Community cheered the moment they saw the building topped out.

Those who had already bought houses came to inquire whether they could move in.

Old Patton stood at the door of his new home, put down the last bundle in his hand, and said nothing.

Longbottom stood beside him, leaning on his cane, without saying a word.

Nash had already run inside and circled around, then poked his head out and shouted, "Grandpa! It's so bright in there!"

Hearn was one of them, and he happened to see the Barton family of three checking in with large bags and small packages.

Hearn looked at their shabby clothes with disbelief: "They can afford houses here?"

Duolong explained with a smile, "They are the residents of the houses over there. They traded their old houses for new ones with me, and I subsidize them for every square meter they live in."

Upon hearing this, Hearn looked at his clothes, which were still relatively clean and without patches, and immediately understood.

Longbottom bluntly retorted, "You country bumpkin!"

Hern was immediately enraged, but Longbottom was not afraid at all. His knightly life force erupted. Although he was crippled, he was still a local of Gorubakburg. How could he be afraid of an outsider like Hern?

Duolong quickly stepped between the two: "Gentlemen, don't get agitated. We'll be neighbors from now on. Let me show you the house first."

After sensing Longbottom's strength, Hearn snorted coldly, giving Doron some face. However, he quickly realized what was going on with "the residents in the back" and hurriedly asked, "President Doron, is the second phase of your complex going to be built yet?"

"This time, we lost an average of five silver coins per square meter to each household in the acquisition of old houses. The land acquisition costs alone amounted to nearly a thousand gold coins," said Duolong. "Ten gold coins per square meter is already the lowest we could get."

Hearing that housing prices were to be raised, Hern's heart skipped a beat.

Hearn asked, "How much do you want to upgrade it to?"

"Ten gold coins per square meter!"