Cui Hong then understood, knowing that what her son should have said had been said, she was even more excited and happy, I don't know what it will be, she laughed and said: "Yes, yes, not only meeting money, but also New Year's money, I am ready." ”

Zhang Kexiang blushed even more and said, "Auntie, don't listen to Zhenhua's nonsense, I don't want his meeting money." ”

Zhenhua laughed.

Zhang Kexiang glared at Zhenhua: "Why don't you go to work in the front, what are you doing hiding in the kitchen? Hurry up, I'll talk to my aunt, it's none of your business here." ”

Zhenhua nodded, carried two bottles of hot water, and went to the front to serve the craftsmen.

The bricklayers who were working saw Zhenhua come out, and immediately made fun of him:

"Zhenhua, Qi Lei just said that you and the little tailor secretly drank on the road, how did you drink it? Did you draw a fist? Did you drink a glass of wine?"

"Drunk, did you get into a fight on the road and into a ditch? Do you ride her to fight, or do she ride you to fight?"

"Huazi, go and ask your object, how many feet of cloth do I need to make a pair of trousers?"

Killing pig water, bricklayer's mouth, bricklayer's mouth, represents the highest level of local idleness.

Zhenhua is a white-faced man, who has not yet completed his transformation from a scholar to an old peasant, where has he ever seen this battle? and worried that these faint words would be heard by Zhang Kexiang, he hurriedly begged for mercy, took out a cigarette and saluted one by one, and carried a water bottle to pour tea for everyone.

Only then did the bricklayers let Zhenhua go and continued to build the wall.

Song Jiacai dangled over with a teacup and looked around with slanted eyes.

Zhenhua gave him a cigarette, picked up the shovel and continued to work, mixing mortar and lifting mortar.

Song Jiacai's eyes fell on Qi Lei and said, "Qi Lei, you can also build a wall?"

Qi Lei slammed the brick knife on the wall, glared and said, "I'm also a master bricklayer, why can't I build a wall?"

Song Jiacai laughed: "Damn, smear some white ash in the butt * ditch, and you can be regarded as a bricklayer? I haven't heard that you have ever joined the master, why did you become a master?"

Lan Yuliang and a group of bricklayers also laughed.

Ridicule, sneer, ridicule.

What Song Jiacai said is not wrong, carpenters and bricklayers all need to learn from teachers. It takes three years for a carpenter to learn, and two or three years for a bricklayer to become a teacher.

And Qi Lei, who has only been down from school for more than half a year, has not formally apprenticed, and no one recognizes him as a master!

Qi Lei was ridiculed by Song Jiacai and ridiculed by everyone, so he couldn't help but be furious, pointed at Song Jiacai with a brick knife, and scolded: "What do you say about the eighth grandson of the king? I'll take a look at it again, I smashed your dog's teeth with a knife! I'm not a master, I didn't build the kitchen behind Zhenhua's house? If you can, you go and build a chicken coop for me!"

Song Jiacai is also a quarrelsome ancestor, he was itchy all over his body without scolding for three days, and immediately touched a red brick in his hand, and scolded: "Come on, come on, I'll smash your dog's head with a brick!"

Qi Lei jumped over, and he was about to put Song Jiacai right.

Zhenhua blocked Qi Lei with a shovel, turned his head and said to Song Jiacai: "Don't say a word about family wealth, Qi Lei has long been able to build a wall, and it was invited by my father." ”

Liu Zhigao, who was helping here, also grabbed Song Jiacai and snatched the brick in his hand.

Qi Lei pointed at Song Jiacai with a brick knife: "Working at Zhenhua's house today, I'm too lazy to clean you up." In two days, when I have time, I will tell you that salt is salty and sugar is sweet!"

Song Jiacai jumped to his feet and shouted: "I'm afraid that you will bite my bird!"

While they were arguing, Wang Yaoyan, the foreman of Xiaogezhuang, came from the west end of the village, combing his big back, fresh clothes and angry horses, and shiny leather shoes.

This pomp and circumstance is very different from the image of being forced to pay a debt on the 29th.

The bricklayers all stopped their work, looked at Wang Yaoyan, and asked, "Where did Boss Wang come from?

"I'm looking for Qi Lei. Wang Yaoyan smiled, took out a good cigarette from his pocket and sent it around, threw the remaining small half pack of cigarettes to Qi Lei, and said: "Qi Lei, on the fourth day of the second lunar month, I will take the workers to work, will you go with me?"

Qi Lei lit a cigarette and said, "Zhenhua's house hasn't been built yet, I'm not very relieved, I want to build his house before leaving." ”

Zhenhua was moved in his heart, just by virtue of this sentence, he and Qi Lei are brothers for life!

Wang Yaoyan nodded and said, "It's okay, I'll take the first batch of workers over first, and when I get to the construction site, I'll send you a telegram, and you can take the rest of the workers to the construction site." ”

"No problem!" said Qi Lei waved his hand imposingly.

Wang Yaoyan nodded, turned around and left.

Qi Lei sneered, his eyes swept around, and said:

Who dares to say that I am not a master? If I am not a master, who is a master? I think that it is awesome to build a wall quickly? Who can read the construction drawings? Who knows the budget and final accounts of the project? Do you know how many red bricks are needed for one square meter of two or four walls? Know the temperature range of concrete to achieve the highest strength? Know how to design the kicking and stepping of the stairs?"

Lan Yuliang and the others were dumbfounded and looked at each other.

Song Jiacai also shut up, because he couldn't understand what Qi Lei said!

Zhenhua was also shocked by Qi Lei, I really don't know, it turns out that Qi Lei is so professional!

Qi Lei was out of the limelight, and then he smiled proudly and waved his hand: "Work, go to the ashes!"

Zhenhua brought a bucket of mortar to Qi Lei, and asked in a low voice: "Where did you learn the skill, and suddenly it became so powerful?"

"I'm smart, can't I be self-taught?" Qi Lei smiled.

"Okay, do a good job, Master Qi!" Zhenhua nodded and smiled.

He knew that from now on, Qi Lei would be the master bricklayer. No amount of sarcasm and ridicule, no matter how much hardship and hardship, cannot change the fact that Qi Lei is a master.

Zhao Chenghai borrowed wooden ladders and planks from the village to use as materials for building a springboard, and had just returned at this time.

The old master, also on crutches, came from the village.

Before Zhao Chenghai could say hello, Qi Lei was noisy, put down the brick knife, arched his hand at the old master, and grinned: "Old Master Yao, what are you here to 'pick'?"

扤, read like fog, is a very rare word, but in this ancient countryside where the ancient style still exists, it is often talked about by the elderly.

When the elderly meet and greet each other, they do not ask you what you are doing, what you are doing, but what you are "doing"! This is because the words "doing, doing, and doing" are not elegant, and they are easily thought of crookedly, which does not conform to the status of the elderly.

Qi Lei didn't know how to write this character at first, so he ran to make things difficult for the old master.

The old master was really erudite, and Qi Lei explained: 扤 is a dialect of Jiangxi Province, a universal verb, which is equivalent to what is now said 'do, do, get'.

Qi Lei asked again: Why did the dialect of Jiangxi Province spread to our central Anhui region?

The old master continued to explain: In central Anhui, the ancestors of most people immigrated from Jiangxi Province at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, so some of the Western Jiangxi dialects have been retained.

Qi Lei didn't believe it, and blinked his eyes: So, our hometown is still from Jiangxi Province?

The old master opened his family tree and pointed to the two lines of large characters on the second page, allowing Qi Lei to read it for himself.

There is a couplet printed on it: Jiangxi divides the homeland, and the north of Anhui vibrates the sound of the family.

Since then, Qi Lei has learned the use of the word '扤', and when he sees people greeting him, he learns the tone of the elderly and asks them what '扤'.

When the old master saw Qi Lei making an arch, he nodded and smiled: "Oh, I'm here to find Zhenhua's father." ”

Zhao Chenghai also greeted him and gave the old master a cigarette.

The old master took out ten yuan of money, put it in Zhao Chenghai's hand, and said: "I calculated the day of Shangliang, the second day of the second month of February, or the fourth and eighth days of the first month. This ten yuan is my heart, congratulations on the completion of your mansion, just when I buy 200 cannonballs, add to your excitement. ”

Zhao Chenghai thanked him again and again, and kept the old master here for lunch.

The old master waved his hand again and again: "No, no, when the day of the beam is erected, I will definitely come to drink!"

Qi Lei couldn't help it, and shouted: "The old master is really 'Taoist', isn't it good to eat here? Why be so 'stupid'?"

The bricklayers all knew that Qi Lei was making fun of the old master, and they all laughed and laughed.

The old master didn't care, laughed, and waved away. Because it is an honor for the elderly to be called 'Taoist' and 'foolish'.

Zhao Chenghai also knew that the little tailor was coming, grabbed his scalp, and went into the kitchen to greet the little tailor.

Zhang Kexiang was lighting the fire under the stove, and hurriedly got up to say hello: "Uncle, I'm giving you a New Year's greeting." ”

"Okay, good, it's hard for you to cook, I'm really snubbing you. Zhao Chenghai smiled, said hello, and went back to the front to work.

It's meal time in the blink of an eye.

Two tables were put together and placed in the backyard, where the craftsmen and the villagers who helped washed their faces and ate in the open air.

Zhang Kexiang and Chunlan shuttled non-stop, taking dishes and chopsticks, holding wine glasses, serving food and delivering wine.

Zhenhua sat under the table and poured wine for everyone.

Qi Lei sat at the table and shouted at Zhang Kexiang, "Master Zhang, come and have a drink!"

Zhang Kexiang shook his head and smiled: "I'm here to serve food, don't drink." ”

Other craftsmen also coaxed: "The tailor master will come for a drink, get to know each other, and we will make clothes in the future, and give us a discount!"

Zhang Kexiang was said by everyone to be on fire, really took a white porcelain wine glass from the kitchen, stood beside Zhenhua, poured full of wine, raised his glass generously, and said to the craftsmen and the villagers who helped: "All the masters have worked hard, I respect everyone." ”

Everyone hurriedly stood up and raised their glasses.

Zhang Kexiang really let go, but the bricklayers were a little cramped.

Cui Hong leaned against the kitchen door, looking at the scene in front of her, almost crying with joy.

The house is there, the daughter-in-law is there, and the days to come will be to take the grandson to enjoy the blessings, and the mother will be kind to the son and filial to the children and grandchildren. Rural people live to this extent, what is not to be satisfied with?