"Maybe it's another hen that lays golden eggs!"

The middle-aged man's voice was slightly hoarse, but this hoarse voice was like a thunderclap exploding on the construction site of the Banwan Village Primary School. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What do you say?"

Li Jinxing swallowed dryly, a little confused, and asked dryly.

"I said, Designer Bai is at your house now."

"Hurry back!"

The middle-aged man and Li Jinxing have a good relationship on weekdays, and although the emotions in their hearts are complicated, they are mostly happy for their brother after all.

"Then I'm going to live..."

Li Jinxing blushed and was excited in his heart, but then he hesitated.

It's not about the day's wages, it's about the responsibilities that belong to you.

Every step of the transformation of Banwan Village is very tight, and the tasks assigned every day must be completed.

When he left, the burden on the young man he partnered with was too heavy.

Two strong laborers work for a day, piled on the body of a thin young man, Li Jinxing is an honest man, and he can't do it.

Li Jinxing didn't know that his hesitation made the middle-aged man, the young man next to him, and the entire construction site workers anxious.

Do you hesitate to break the head of what everyone wants to catch?

You say, "Aren't you in a hurry to kill them?"

"Uncle Li, go back quickly."

"Leave the work here to me!"

The young man hurriedly patted his chest and answered.

"You're done..."

"I said Brother Li, you don't care, can't I help you do your work?"

"You go back quickly, in case Designer Bai is going to change his mind, there is no place to cry!"

The middle-aged man stepped forward, and he was about to take the wood on Li Jinxing's shoulder, and said anxiously.

"Good, good, good."

"Then I'll rush home first!"

Li Jinxing didn't hesitate this time, took off his gloves and put them in his pocket, didn't care about anything else, spread his legs and ran home.

"Brother Li, after a lifetime of suffering, it's finally time to be transferred."

"God still has eyes, good people still have good rewards!"

"How many people in our village do you say can be as kind as Brother Li?"

"Yes, Uncle Li is indeed a good person, but he is a little stubborn and unwilling to let go of the old ancestral skills, otherwise he would not have been so depressed all these years..."

Seeing Li Jinxing leave, the middle-aged and young people carried the wood again, sighing and walking.

When Li Jinxing rushed home, hundreds of families in the village were amazed and envious, and this third lucky person exceeded everyone's expectations.

Could it be that the lucky ones chosen by the white designer are really all based on mood and luck?

The villagers muttered.

They frowned and sighed, angry at why their own family didn't have this blessing.

But I don't want to, there is already a small poke in the village who has seen Bai Jingtong's every choice.

In the village where the sun is good and the view is good, there are old people basking in the sun.

In the past, most of these old people leaned against the corner of the wall, smoking dry tobacco, their faces full of ravines did not look as utilitarian and anxious as outsiders, and their cloudy eyes only looked quietly into the distance.

They often don't say a word for a long time, their focus is divergent, their eyes fall into the distance, and they don't know what to think.

But today is different, leaning on the old people sitting in the corner to talk.

"These days, the children in the family are talking about the white dove designer."

"I hope he can come to our house."

"But don't look at whether they themselves are qualified."

As I got older, my bones shrunk, so I moved my body to make myself more comfortable.

I saw an old man take a puff of cigarette and said slowly.

is talking about his own baby, but the old man inevitably has a little sigh in his tone, as if he doesn't look down on it.

"Old man Li, if your daughter-in-law hears this, I don't think you will have anything to eat tonight."

Immediately, someone laughed and joked.

But then, the man's words changed:

"But in our village, who is not like this?"

"They all regard Designer Bai as the God of Wealth."

"Hey, do you think they really think that Designer Bai is a random person?"

"All are dizzy, patronizing envy, jealousy, who can think of anything else."

"Every time Bai Hengtong goes to a family, my daughter-in-law at home has to talk for a long time, taking turns to compare, saying how the family is worse than her own, and why she didn't come to our house."

"I pretended not to hear it, and I didn't dare to say more..."

A few old people just chatted with you and me.

Obviously, at home, the status of these old people is not very high.

"In this third family, Designer Bai chose Li Jinxing."

"If you want me to say, this is the way it should be!"

There was a strong old man, his voice was very loud, and he only listened to him: "We all know how much Li Jinxing has suffered over the years. ”

"But people never complain, they are very down-to-earth."

"The young people have gone out to work in the mountains, and he is still guarding the old craft."

"If you don't say it in front of people, you don't know how many people are laughing at him behind your back."

"Designer Bai, he must have taken a fancy to his craft!"

The slightly chubby old man nodded: "It's still old He, you can see it accurately." ”

"You see, the first one chosen by Designer Bai is Shu Ting's mother and grandson."

"This is what you want, it's not easy for people to be old and young, out of what, that humanitarianism, the white designer has to do it."

"In addition to Shu Ting's family, the second family is He Biao's family."

"He Biao, that young man is the only college student in our village in recent years, can he have skills at hand?"

"It's just that I haven't done anything for more than a year after graduation, and I was trampled on by the village."

"Now everyone knows that the level of pottery making is comparable to that of the older generation of craftsmen!"

"For this third one, Designer Bai chose Li Jinxing."

The fat old man paused and continued:

"Li Jinxing's ancestors made wine in our village, and other people's families have abandoned their old crafts, and he is still sticking to it when it is so difficult."

"It's so rare!"

"It's like Designer Bai said, our village has to have a god."

"Clay pottery is the god of our village, and this traditional wine of the Buyi people is even more so."

"This must be the basis for the white designer to choose people!"

He affirmed, and the words fell, and the old guys around him nodded their heads.

They have already seen it, and they all know how Hengtong is choosing people, but their children don't think of this, and they are trying their best to pull the white designer home.

"Huh."

"Do you think this white designer will have the idea to revive the Buyi opera in our village?"

The old man was quiet for a while, and suddenly a thinner man suddenly made a startled voice.

"I heard Grandma Shu Ting say that Designer Bai likes the cloth she knitted by herself very much, will she also give it out?"

Another old man said excitedly.

"Don't say it, it's really possible."

"Do you remember, last time we were here to perform a Buyi opera for Designer Bai."

"Yes, yes, he also said that only when others spend money can they come to us to learn!"

"Okay, let's wait and see if Designer Bai can really show that magic again..."

"I see, Designer Bai is not the Buddha of He Biao's family, nor the Buddha of Shu Ting's family, nor the Buddha of Li Jinxing's family, he must be the Buddha of our village!"

In the best place in the village, the old people's late breath has all dissipated, and their faces are excited, and they are talking with their voices suppressed.

seems to have returned to his youth, scolding Fang Xuan and pointing out the country.

People often say that there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, the villagers of Banwan Village are not as clear as these old people!

The old people are in this place where the sun is good and the vision is good, and they have thoroughly touched the pondering of the dove tree.

In the village, Li Jin is a connoisseur.

At this time, Li Jinxing finally ran back home.

Because he was in such a hurry, the whole person was drenched in sweat, and his face, neck, and back seemed to be doused with water.

He squeezed through the crowd to his house, and at a glance he saw the white designer communicating with the masters.

followed Li Jinxing's vision wandered and began to look for his baby in the house.

In the corner, he saw that his baby was half-held in the arms of a beautiful girl, who smiled beautifully and gently stroked the baby's head with her hand.

"Daddy!"

When the doll saw her father, she raised her hands and shouted with her mouth out, and ran over.

Pointing at Liang Mu and looking at him intently, Jue Tong also turned around and smiled when he saw Li Jinxing.

"Uncle."

"We're going to ask you for another bowl of wine!"

Banxia stood beside Jue Tong and heard him shout with a smile.