Two oil lamps were lit, illuminating the entire basement in an instant. The front half of the space had four shelves standing against the wall, reaching the ceiling, with enough room for one person to walk through. If something needed to air dry, a bamboo pole could be placed across the middle.
The remaining space on the left had two large vats filled with grain and three large wooden boxes; on the right, there were two rectangular large water tanks against the wall.
Zhou Jiao originally planned to place ice blocks to lower the indoor temperature, but thinking that nearly half the year is winter, it's unnecessary. So she left it for her mother-in-law to play around with.
Mr. Zhang looked at it with admiration, touched the shelves and walls, discovering that they were mixed with cement, and his mouth twitched. These spendthrifts spared no expense!
"Dad, how is it?"
"All that's missing are gold bricks; how could it be bad?"
