In the village yatang of Ping'an Village, the owner of the brick kiln got the brick and tile money, and the money was 55,000 bricks and 5,005 tiles. A total of five ingots and two hardware coins. The kiln owner took his wallet and carried it on his back. He clenched his fist at the village owner: "Village master, farewell." ”

The village lord returned the salute with his fists and said, "Go slowly, I won't send it far." ”

"Farewell." The kiln master said, turned around and left.

The kiln owner went, and the village owner stood in the yatang to watch him leave. The village lord touched his stomach, he hadn't eaten dinner yet, the cook had already made the meal, the phantom had not come back, and the cook did not cook the adults' food, only the village officials' food. The Phantom-Adults' meals are to be made when they return, so that the meals are hot.

The village owner decided to eat and go to the construction site. He went back to the house to eat.

The owner of the brick kiln went straight to the intersection when he left the yatang. He's going to meet his workers there. The worker unloaded the bricks and returned first, waiting for him there. He came there first, and waited for the workers.

The kiln owner carries money, and the package has no edges and corners, and the package has been handled by him, so there are no edges and corners, but a heavy weight. The money is heavy underneath, and it seems that it is loaded with heavy objects.

The kiln owner is on West Street, walking towards the crossroads. When the person behind saw the package, he felt that it was like loading money, but it would not be like that, and his head was heavy and his head was stretched. This man is a middle-aged man, not fat or thin, of medium build. He followed, saying, "There's a lot of money in the package, right?" ”

The kiln owner is walking, to the crossroads, only three or four zhang away. He stopped and looked behind him and saw a middle-aged man. He tugged the package up and said, "No." When he had finished speaking, he turned back and walked his way.

When the kiln owner left, the man behind him followed, saying, "It's not money, I look like money." ”

When the kiln owner came to the crossroads, he stood in the middle of the street, and when he looked south, he saw a brick cart, and when he looked north, he saw no carriage. He looked at the brick truck, and the workers had not finished unloading, unloading the bricks down.

The middle-aged man walked past the kiln owner, looking at him, looking at his package. He said, "Earn a lot of money, where do you earn it?" ”

The master of the kiln looked at him, and did not recognize this man. He said, "Who are you, is there something wrong?" ”

"Ah, it's fine." The man looked at the parcel that the master was carrying, and he said, "I see that you are carrying it like money." He said he wanted to leave.

"Who are you, do you know?" What does the kiln master look at this man?

"Ah, speak." The man walked along, looking at the kiln owner, and at the heavy package he was carrying.

"What do you want to talk to me?" The kiln master looked at the man. The man smiled at him and walked away.

The man was gone, and when he was far away, the kiln master said, "This man can see that I am carrying money." He looked over to the brick cart. I want to go, and I think of the man who is crouching in the corner. He tugged at the package to see that the man was still crouching there, as if he had encountered some problem or something, and was striking him, and seemed to be in no good spirits.

He looked up at the plaque and said, "Lao De private school? ”

Although the kiln owner is in the brick kiln in the north of the village, he has also heard of Lao De. He didn't know that it was Lao De who was squatting, and he didn't know what had happened to him. He just looked.

The kiln master looked at it, and was turning around, when the man stood up, stood up and walked to the door of Lao De's private school, and he still looked like that. The man walked to the door, looked inside, and entered the private school. I entered the private school, walked a few steps, and squatted down again. He squatted there, although he looked at his back, but he still looked like that, and he encountered some problem or something, which hit him and made him look unenergetic.

The man entered Lao De's private school, and the kiln owner's eyes lit up, and he said, "That person is Lao De?" He looked at the plaque of Lao De's private school, looked at the person squatting in it, and estimated that the person was Lao De.

Although he estimated, he did not dare to completely settle down.

"What happened to Lao De? Learned people will also encounter problems. The kiln master looked at the man who was squatting inside. After thinking about it, the kiln owner turned around, faced south, and looked at the brick cart.

The last is the tile cart, which was preceded by a brick cart, and the bricks and tiles have not been unloaded, which can be seen.

The workers had to unload for a while, and the kiln owner didn't wait, he was going there.

The kiln owner carried the package on his back and walked straight to the brick cart.

The workers of the brick kiln were unloading bricks and tiles, Lao Xia was wearing clothes, the other four were shirtless, and two were one tall and one short to help. The tile is unloaded two or three steps south of the shop door, and the brick unloading place is south of the tile. On the south side of this shop, next to his shop, it was the first shop north of the village street that had collapsed its house, selling wine and food, as well as barbecue.

Someone unloaded something next to the door, and the shopkeeper came out at this time, and he looked at the unloading of tiles and bricks, and guessed that it should be a collapsed house.

The kiln owner came with a package on his back, and when his workers saw it, they called: "The kiln owner" is finished, and he still unloads it. The kiln owner should go down, stop and look, look at the brick carts in front of him, and watch them unload.

The shopkeeper listened to the brick-moving workers who called the kiln owner the one who carried the package on his back, and it should be their head. The kiln owner looked at the one with the package on his back, walked out of the shop, and stood two or three steps in front of the door. He looked at the bricks unloaded next to his shop and said, "Why have all these bricks been unloaded into my house?" The shopkeeper looked at the one with the package on his back.

Obedient, the kiln owner looked at the person who came out and stood in front of the shop, looking like this shopkeeper. The shopkeeper looked at him, he had just arrived, and he didn't let him unload it.

"This, these are all bricks for the villagers who have collapsed their houses in the village." The kiln master pointed to the bricks and said.

This person with the package on his back can speak, he said so, and the shopkeeper didn't say anything about him. "Houses collapsed in the village," he said. ”

"Oh yes, these are all for the villagers who have collapsed their houses in the village, not far away, just next door, next door to those families." The brick kiln master pointed that way.

"Ah, this is the brick and tile used to build the houses of the villagers in the village who have collapsed houses?" The shopkeeper went to see the bricks and tiles.

"Yes, right next door, the ones next door. You see. The kiln owner pointed to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper went to see it, and he said, "Oh, that's fine, just unload it at my house." The villagers' houses were destroyed, and we didn't do anything. Unload casually, if you can't do it here, you can unload it there. The shopkeeper pointed to the south of the shop door and the north of the shop door.

The kiln owner smiled at the shopkeeper and motioned to him, but did not speak.

Standing there and looking, the kiln owner went to find the housekeeper. The workers were unloading bricks and tiles, and he walked past the brick cart to find the housekeeper. The butler was facing away from him, drinking with people, and was dressed as the master of the kiln. And he saw him sitting on his back, drinking with men, like a steward. The man was red-faced, sweaty, and gnawing on something. The kiln master walked over, clasped his fists at the person sitting on his back, and said, "Is it the housekeeper?" ”

Qian Xi looked around, and the housekeeper turned back. Seeing that it was the owner of the brick kiln, the housekeeper stood up. He said, "It's the kiln master, when did you arrive?" ”

When the kiln owner saw the housekeeper, he drank the same as the man, his face was red and his face was sweaty, and he spoke with a smell of wine. He said, "Just arrived." The kiln master said with his fists still clenched. The butler threw his fist down at the kiln master and let it go. The housekeeper returned the salute, and the kiln owner also put down his hand.

The shopkeeper stood there and looked, turned and went back.

The housekeeper asked the kiln owner, "Call me, what's the matter?" ”

The kiln master said, "It's okay. He went to see the workers, and the unloading was a little slow. He has to pull four trips today, and each time he has to load and unload. He said, "Are there any housekeepers, and those two are housekeepers?" ”

"Those two are mine. What do you ask people for? The butler asked.

"There are few people and the unloading is slow, and I have to pull four trips today. Every trip has to be loaded and unloaded. More people can be faster. I have to work until nearly midnight today. "The kiln owner looked at the people and turned around.