When Zhang Lang came out of the Nancheng Branch, the sun was already standing in the southerly direction. There is no half-point weakness because of the beginning of autumn, and it is still hot and scary.

Zhang Lang half-covered his eyes with his hands, looked up at the sun, and chatted with He Ying, which made his thoughts a lot clearer.

Sanshengxiang, must go.

Because this is the development area of Sansheng Real Estate.

Although Gu Mengnan once told him not to go to Gu Erye's sphere of influence, as her man, how could he not be alone in the tiger's den? Zhang Lang thought a little stinky, but he didn't know if Gu Mengnan would agree with his idea.

As soon as he said go, Zhang Lang ordered a bowl of noodles at random at a street stall near the police station, and went to Sansheng Township after eating a taxi.

Sanshengxiang is not far from Nancheng, and it can even be said to be a suburb of Nancheng City.

The taxi from the southernmost police station in Nancheng is very close to Sanshengxiang, and the taxi will drive for about half an hour to Sanshengxiang.

After paying the money, Zhang Lang came to the entrance of the village of Sansheng Township.

From a distance, Sansheng Township is not like a village, but more like a small town, with more than a dozen unfinished six-story residential buildings in the distance, and cranes are still working.

Nearby, at Zhang Lang's feet, is half a cement road, which is an asphalt road that is being paved. Traces of yesterday's heavy rain still exist here, and the semi-turbid muddy water gathered in the small potholes and ditches, and the steel bars exposed in the cement slabs are like an extension of the Nancheng urban area.

Sansheng Township is named after the ancient temple of Sansheng. The Sansheng Ancient Temple, built in the last dynasty of Huaguo, is dedicated to Emperor Yan, Shennong's and Huangdi Xuanyuan, but it is a place of interest. However, with the passage of time, to the present, the ruins of the Sansheng Temple can no longer be found, and they have disappeared in the rolling river of history.

"There are quite a few people in this village." Zhang Lang recalled the information of the Three Holy Townships, and along the unrepaired road, he came to the vicinity of the inky black Three Holy Stone Tablets set up in the inner village, which were originally engraved with the basic information of the establishment of the village in the nineties, and the descendants updated the stone tablets several times, and now it is the latest information, which is impressively written with a population of 3,000.

The population of most villages in China is about 1,000 people, and it is normal for even fewer villagers to have only 500 or even 50 people. With a population of 3,000, Sanshengxiang is like a megacity in the city, and it is a mega township. And once the infrastructure of the village, such as that floor or this road, is repaired, and has a new economic lifeline, it is likely to become a town, or a satellite town of the southern city.

"These three holy towns are so big, it's really troublesome to check things!" Zhang Lang walked into Sansheng Township, walked casually, and said, "Let's go to the floor under construction first." ”

All the real estate development in Sansheng Township has basically been swallowed up by Sansheng Real Estate, this Zhang Lang has already learned a lot from Gu Mengnan, and he also knows the development scope of Sansheng Real Estate in general.

To find Sansheng Real Estate, you only need to find a place with a building. More than a dozen buildings under development stand in the east of the village, which is very conspicuous. Zhang Lang entered the village from the southeast, so it was not very far from the construction site.

Zhang Lang's foot was very fast, and he walked for ten minutes to arrive.

When I arrived at the construction site, it was almost half past one in the afternoon, when the rumbling red mixer stopped running, the inclined tower crane that came up and down also slowed down, and only a few workers who were resting on the rudimentary open-air planks were chatting and farting.

"A few big brothers." Zhang Lang walked a few steps to the side of a few workers and asked, "Is this a project contracted by Sansheng Real Estate?" ”

"I'm the person in charge, who are you?" Among the workers, a bare-chested, very strong man with the cheapest Qingshan soft-pack cigarettes in his mouth frowned and asked, as soon as he spoke, no one in the audience squeaked, thinking that it was the legendary contractor foreman.

"Oh, me, come, big brothers, taste this smoke." Zhang Lang handed a bag of Hongtashan to each of the workers present and said, "I'm here to find a job, so I want to ask about the owner." ”

"Oh, okay, you wait a minute, everyone spread out and smoke, it's time to go to work after the smoke." The stout man waved his hand and motioned for everyone to go to work.

The crowd dispersed.

"Young man, you said you came to find a job, it just so happens that I am short of people here!" The foreman took a sip of Zhang Lang's Hongta Mountain, exhaled the smoke, and nodded with satisfaction, "Oh, by the way, the owner you asked just now is Sansheng Real Estate, which is also a big real estate in the Nancheng area, so don't worry, I won't deduct any wages from you, everything is on time." ”

"Okay, in that case, when do you think I can go to work?" Zhang Lang had an expression of "impatient", as if he was in a hurry to find a job.

Since he knows that there must be a problem with Sansheng Real Estate, even if there is no problem now, it must have happened before, but he doesn't know how to check, rather than fishing in a haystack, it is better to wait for the rabbit, so Zhang Lang decided to stay here in Sansheng Real Estate for a while.

I have to find someone to inform Gu Mengnan in the afternoon, otherwise, according to Gu Mengnan's character, I will definitely think that something has happened to me. The evening "date" seems to be a no-show for the time being. Zhang Lang thought about it, and couldn't help sighing, it seems that the candlelight dinner with the beauty, the good opportunity to "spend a good night together" can only wait until next time.

"What are you sighing for? Is there any difficulty at home? Hey, I see you're white and pure, at this age, you're a student, don't you need to go to class? The foreman looked at Zhang Lang, took a breath, and exhaled.

"Hehe, brother, your eyes are really vicious, I am indeed a student, but I am in college, I don't have many classes, and there are no difficulties at home, I just want to take advantage of the recent vacation to earn more extra money." Zhang Lang explained that when he saw that the contractor had finished smoking his cigarette, he handed him a Hongta Mountain.

"Well, you're here first, oh, by the way, what's your name." The foreman lit a cigarette and took a puff of it with great enjoyment.

"Lang Zhang." Zhang Lang Void depicted these two words.

"Oh., Lang Zhang. It's a good name, it's very orderly. The contractor has a good impression of this "student" who "dedicates his hospitality" to himself.

"Parents from it." Zhang Lang smiled.

"Okay, you can do it here first, I'll calculate the salary for you from today, oh, by the way, if there is a crazy old man on the construction site, you don't have to worry about it, you don't have to pay attention to him, just do it yourself, and my surname is Li, just call me Foreman Li like everyone else." The contractor reminded.

"Okay." Zhang Lang silently remembered Foreman Li's words.

It can be seen how simple it is here, working at the Sanshengxiang construction site, Zhang Lang did not even sign a basic contract. But this is a good thing for Zhang Lang. You need an ID card to sign a contract, so you really can't take it out.

After all, he is Zhang Lang, and "Lang Zhang" is just a pseudonym.

This is how Zhang Lang's construction site life began.

As the workers worked, Zhang Lang truly realized the true meaning of the sentence "looking at the construction site like heaven from afar, looking at the construction site like a bank up close, and walking into the construction site like a prison cell".

In this crowded field, the sun dried up everyone's blood.

On the construction site, stepping on the half-dry lime ground, although he was doing not too heavy sifting sand, Zhang Lang was still dizzy by the poisonous sun, fortunately, he had rested the internal family exercises since he was a child, and when he was really tired and dizzy, Zhang Lang used internal force to wash the body meridians, relieve fatigue, and run for a week, basically able to ease his senses.

Zhang Lang really experienced the life of the construction site, so he admired these enthusiastic workers very much. After all, they are insiders, but these workers are ordinary people, and they use their flesh and blood to build the blood of the city.

"Hey, Xiaolang, it's okay, I didn't get sunburned on the first day of building, my body bones are okay, have you practiced?" Sifting sand with Zhang Lang was a middle-aged uncle named Lao Zhao. Originally, he didn't have much hope for the white and tender Zhang Lang, but he didn't expect Zhang Lang, who was working in the field on the first day, to work hard under the sun for more than two hours. It seems that there is still some strength left, Lao Zhao has to admire, and secretly thinks to himself, is this still the legendary student party that is not diligent and does not distinguish between grains and grains?

"Hehe, I've practiced some, it's nothing ......" Zhang Lang smiled, he was full of admiration and sympathy for the people at the bottom.

Just as he was about to say a few words to Lao Zhao, suddenly, a barefoot, wearing an old blue hat from the nineties, wearing green coarse cloth clothes, and holding a piece of randomly picked bamboo pole in his hand, ran towards Zhang Lang in a crazy way.

"You're my son?" The old man opened his mouth to ask Zhang Lang, his mouth was full of yellow teeth, and his body was full of stench, obviously he hadn't cleaned his body for a long time. When he asked this, his face was full of eagerness.

"Uncle, I'm not your son......"

Zhang Lang's words were immediately interrupted by Lao Zhao: "Xiaolang, you don't have to pay attention to him, this crazy old man will come to the construction site every day to find his son, this is just a madman." ”

"Uh......" Zhang Lang suddenly remembered what Foreman Li told him when he first came to the construction site, and said that if a crazy old man came to the construction site, he didn't need to pay attention to it.

Seeing that Zhang Lang ignored him, he went to find someone else, but the workers on the construction site were obviously not surprised, no one paid attention, and continued to do the work at hand.

"Lao Zhao, what's the matter with that crazy old man?" During the break, Zhang Lang handed Lao Zhao a bowl of water and asked.

"Oh, you said that man, I heard that the surname is Mi, a villager in Sansheng Township, it seems that his son died at the construction site, and then he went crazy, and came to the construction site every day to find his son." Lao Zhao took a sip of water, leaned against the wooden board in the shade to slow down, dissipated the heat, and said with Zhang Lang with a pleasant face. For this polite and powerful young man, Lao Zhao has a very good impression.

"Well, that's it, then Lao Zhao, do you know how his son died?" Zhang Lang continued to ask, instinctively feeling that there was something wrong with this crazy old man.

"Well, I don't know about this, what I just said is also from people's word of mouth, and I really don't know other specific things." Lao Zhao was stunned and shook his head.

"Oh, that's right." Zhang Lang nodded and wrote down this old man Mi.

At the end of the day's work, Zhang Lang also breathed a sigh of relief. He was tired enough, and he really admired these workers who worked every day.

Taking advantage of getting off work in the afternoon, Zhang Lang went to the entrance of the village to find a small shop, and called Gu Mengnan to tell her that she might not be able to meet tonight, and by the way, he told her that he was in Sansheng Township.

"What, you're in the Three Holy Towns? Didn't I tell you that it was Gu Erye's territory, how could you ......" Gu Mengnan really didn't know what to say about this man who went into the tiger's den alone.

"Oh, Mengnan, I have something, hang up first, let's talk."

Doodoo Doodoo......

There was a busy sound, Gu Mengnan was speechless, this was the first person to hang up his phone...... Person...... Man......

The reason why Zhang Lang hung up the phone in such a hurry was because he found a person at the entrance of the village.

That crazy old man!

"Uncle...... You wait for me, I've got something to do...... Alas...... Don't you run...... I'm not a bad person......"

The thin body of the crazy old man quickly disappeared into the dark red sunset.