Chapter 259 House on Wheels (1/2)

Chapter 259: House on Wheels

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After reaching Flagstaff, Li Du rested until the cool evening arrived before going to the Fox’s apartment for the design of their storage site.

Godzilla was sitting at the entrance to the apartment, drinking chilled beer with a pile of beer cans lying beside him. The sight scared the cars driving by Godzilla—they accelerated at the sight of him.

Li Du laughed in amusement. ”You’re scaring everyone, pal.”

Godzilla, looking innocent, shrugged his shoulders. ”I’m a big baby.”

Hans dozily popped his head out of an upstairs window. ”Aren’t you both supposed to be taking a nap? What’s the commotion for? This is an act of disturbance!”

Li Du tossed a can of beer up to him and said, ”It’s already evening—get your *ss down here!”

Hans caught the can of beer, opened it, and took a big gulp. ”Cool!”

Li Du said, ”We need to discuss the plans for building a small house.”

Hans waved his hand and replied, ”What plan? Are you really going to build one from scratch, starting from laying the foundation, the cement floor, and then the bricks for the wall?”

Li Du said, ”Of course not—that’s not what I have in mind. We don’t even have the rights to build a house on that land.”

Hans said, ”Exactly, just get a mobile home—a house on wheels.”

Mobile homes were common in the United States. When young people couldn’t afford a house or they didn't want to buy a house, they would get this type of home that could be pulled by a vehicle.

In this way, people could bring their houses along when they went for a trip. Today they might be staying in Arizona, and the next day they could be in California. After some time, they might be chilling in Montana…

When Li Du had first arrived in Flagstaff for his studies, he knew some students who had lived in such houses. They didn’t stay in the dormitory, and they didn’t need to rent an apartment or room anywhere; they just stayed in their tiny house behind their truck.

He was curious and interested in these types of homes, but had never been inside one before. Hans’s recommendation reminded him of his curiosity and fondness for them.

Stephen was helping Hannah mow the lawn, and was doing it diligently, as this would be his and Hannah’s future home. When he heard the conversation about mobile homes, he walked over to them.

”Hey, would you consider getting a prefab home?”

”We rented a piece of land,” replied Li Du, ”and we’re thinking of making it into a place we can gather and socialize. Both you and Hannah have to come and visit all the time.”

Stephen laughed, ”That’s great, I’m glad to be invited. As for getting some type of structure on there, I might be able to help.”

Li Du handed Stephen a can of beer and asked, ”How so?”

Stephen took two sips of beer and said, ”A friend of mine sells prefab houses and I’ve seen a series of really fascinating, but rather costly, cabins—definitely your money’s worth!”

As he drank his beer, Stephen made a call to his friend to send information over about the cabins.

Stephen was a mature, down-to-earth, loyal man. His friends were therefore very reliable as well.

As soon as Stephen ended the call, he soon received a couple of emails with information of other prefab houses alongside info about the one he had specifically asked about.

With the population increase, people found themselves surrounded by steel, cement, and more vehicles, which could make living in a metropolis tiring.