After returning to the village in the evening, Ma Fenfeng paid eleven people two days' wages, totaling 440 yuan.

The tired expressions of the people who got the real money were relieved, and the smiling faces continued.

When everyone dispersed, Ma Zhan touched his hungry stomach and walked to Uncle Li's house next door, the main reason why he went to Uncle Li was to eat, followed by another project.

On the table, Uncle Li enthusiastically added a glass of wine to Ma Zhan.

He smokes skillfully, and the two smoking guns are more like a father and son at this moment. This is the case in the countryside, when the dinner table is lively, the heart is warm.

Coupled with a few glasses of wine, I began to speak as I wanted.

Ma Zhan, who was willing to eat and drink, restrained his smile slightly, swallowed the food in his mouth, put down his chopsticks and said: "Uncle, there is something that you can really only do in the whole village, and this is also the purpose of my coming to you at night, not to eat and drink." ”

Hearing this, Uncle Li smiled even more, and after taking a sip of wine, he asked, "Struggle, what are you talking about?" As long as Uncle can help, he will definitely help. ”

"Uncle, I want to build a bamboo house at the foot of the Red Sea, with two or three rooms, all paved with bamboo, covering an area of sixty square meters, how much will it cost?"

Ma Zhan thought about it and made the requirements clear one by one.

"It's not close to the village, that location, you don't want to do something bad there, right?" Uncle Li touched his chin, and didn't count the money immediately, but was worried that this guy wouldn't climb the wall and prepare to build a small house there for a private meeting.

"Uncle, I spent my wife's book to buy a car, just to prove that it is possible for our village to make money from people in the city, I promise that this matter is not the bad idea of the past, and I will definitely not discredit you. ”

"Struggle, then you can explain this matter to me clearly, otherwise my uncle will not worry about helping you do this work. Uncle Li took a big sip and said seriously.

"Uncle, I can only tell you briefly, but you have to promise me not to talk about it to others. ”

After getting Uncle Li's nod again, Ma Zhan said his thoughts roughly, looking at Uncle Li with a shocked face, he quickly took out two cigarettes and added: "Uncle, don't really talk about this matter, I want to wait for it to be stable and then take everyone to get rich." ”

Uncle Li was silent for a long time, just silently drinking the soju in the cup.

After a long time, there was a slight redness in the eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Ma Zhan was slightly stunned, and then thought of that long-ago thing.

He raised his wine glass slightly, and stretched out to Uncle Li in silence, everything was silent.

Uncle Li, who drank it all, touched his slightly red cheeks and said in a deep voice: "Struggle, Uncle will take over this matter, the specific amount depends on the specific Uncle before he can give you a quotation, but I promise not to pit you, and you have to come to help, I can't do it alone." ”

Ma Zhan nodded and said, "Cheng, except for Sister Liu from the health center in the village, I will believe you." ”

Until late at night, both of them were drunk for seven or eight minutes, and Ma Zhan staggered back to his residence with a cigarette in his mouth, and his limbs were scattered, and the whole person was paralyzed on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze.

Originally expected to work for eight days, after last night's conversation, Ma Fenfen was suspended, and in order to silence several villagers, he advanced a day's salary.

On the third day, Uncle Li carried the tools, and Ma Zhan's hands were full of things, so they went to the bottom of the waterfall together.

Uncle Li went to chop bamboo with a cigarette in his mouth, and he carefully widened the road and prepared to drive the tricycle in. After half a day of primitive preparation, the car was successfully driven into the belly of the waterfall where the entrance was blocked by bamboo.

Barefoot and slightly squinting, he looked up at the top of the waterfall and finally settled on the bank of a cobblestone river.

He wanted to build a bamboo house that could be used by the family to live in, and in order to give this group of people in the city enough freshness, he racked his brains to come up with this method.

The twelve bamboos at the base were buried under more than one meter of soil by the two, and after discussion, the two decided to put the foundation fifty centimeters above the ground.

After the general layout was determined, Ma Fenfen continued to dig the pit and transport the bamboo.

Uncle Li, who was chopping bamboo in the distance, would look at the sweaty horse struggle from time to time, and he could always think of his son who had been dead for more than ten years with a cigarette in his mouth.

Taking a heavy breath, he said lightly: "It's all fate~"

After laying more than 20 foundations in succession, the appearance of the house has a prototype, one room on the left and one on the right, and there is a hall in the center, and about 20 square meters are enough for them to sit together and drink tea, listen to the sound of bamboo leaves, and the sound of waterfalls.

In one day, the two harvested hundreds of bamboos and the prototype of the house.

At the end of work, Uncle Li sat in the trailer of the tricycle, looked at the road illuminated by the reddish light and said: "Struggle, go to your uncle's house for dinner at night, you are very troublesome alone, and your aunt will add more chopsticks." ”

"Okay, it just so happens that my pot is broken. Ma Zhan didn't refuse, Sister Liu must have run out of food recently, so she simply waited until she sent the group of people away before making plans.

"You kid, in order to go to the health center to eat, you smashed your own pot?" Uncle Li, who saw the scene that day, smiled faintly.

"No, uncle. Ma Zhan grinned and said, but he didn't have that confidence in his heart.

"What's the matter?

Ma Struggle just laughed and did not answer the question.

Ma Zhan, who continued to mix rice, begged Aunt Li for something at the dinner table, wanting to press two rows of seats for the tractor of the tricycle. The inner layer is tied with bamboo, the outer layer is padded with cotton, and the outermost layer is wrapped with a layer of dirt-resistant flannel, which is installed as a seat when you go to pick up people later.

He stretched out a finger and said, "Auntie, you are careful, this matter is worth a hundred yuan, and you are worth this price." ”

It was originally a word that was intended to be used on Widow Zhao, but he was used on Aunt Li, who had a short mouth.

He didn't change his face and drank with Uncle Li, waiting for a reply.

Aunt Li was in a comfortable mood listening to Ma Zhan's words, and when she was sure that she had a hundred yuan to take, she agreed with satisfaction, although the rags and cotton in the countryside were worthless, but they were not blown by the wind, and everyone was distressed for nothing.

Ma Zhan, who had negotiated one more thing, did not drink staggering today, and his head became more sober after drinking some wine.

He took out a notebook that had been used for most of his life, and copied the numbers in the notebook against the amounts on his mobile phone. Looking at the pitiful numbers, he covered his face and muttered: "There are still more than 700 construction funds left, and my wife only has a little more than 200 left, so I can't live this life." ”

Through these data, Ma Zhan knew his tragic situation.

If that cheerful Weibo friend gave up the 500 yuan deposit, then he would be in danger of bankruptcy.

"Holy shit, you have to come. ”

Ma Zhan, who was looking at the calendar, said viciously, his eyes sharp.