Chapter 419 – Wood

All kinds of ores are very important in the present generation, such as the first to fourth cities, almost all of them are composed of alloys, and even the ones that are laid on the ground are alloy plates. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This shows how important metals are to today's generation.

But the people of the Eight Cities did not get much richer because of this, after all, only a small number of them made profits, and the United Council did not reach out here.

In the remote part of the eight cities, there is a small factory.

The factory is also carrying out the initial processing of ore, and there is a pit not far from the factory. Countless workers come in and out, constantly transporting all kinds of ore through the minecarts on the tracks.

Such an ore and pit is not uncommon in the eight cities.

The factory director is a middle-aged obese man named Bao Lu. Some acquaintances call him Lao Bao, and he is also a relatively honest factory director, and his treatment of workers is one or two percent better than that of ordinary workers. Of course, it may be more due to the fact that most of the workers are from his village.

Because he was also the head of the nearest village to the factory.

Old bag! The car on track three is broken!

Lao Bao stood at the top of the factory, feeling the heat emitted by countless machines, making his forehead sweat, and scolded: How many times do you call the factory director! However, the man was an old acquaintance of him, and only smiled and raised a middle finger full of purpose to him.

Go and call the wood and see if he can fix it!

When another person heard this, he scolded Bao Lu, who was the factory director: Old Bao, you black-hearted guy really regards wood as omnipotent! He also accidentally repaired a handheld mining machine, but that doesn't mean that even the car can be repaired!

Lao Bao also laughed: You have to try it.

Then the man walked to a corner of the factory and patted a young man who was working hard: There is something wrong with the car on track No. 3, and Lao Bao wants you to see if it can be repaired. After hearing this, the young man wiped his face, which was a little gray because of his work, and then nodded indifferently and walked towards track three.

I saw the young man called Wood holding a tool, walking to the railcar that seemed to be tired and unwilling to move, and I didn't know what to fiddle with, and in a moment, the railcar was like a persuaded child, and reluctantly roared again.

Everyone laughed when they saw this: Wood, good job! Old bag! A wood worker has to work part-time as a repairman, so you're going to get a raise! Lao Bao also laughed and shouted: No problem! He, like all these workers, liked this wooden young man very much. I am willing to work hard, I have never disliked hard work, and I have spontaneously stayed and worked overtime without pay several times to catch up with the progress and supply of goods for those times.

Lao Bao looked at the sky, and then shouted: Okay! Bastards, get off work!

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The grassland, which was about half a waist high, was forced to open a road, and a young man with a wooden face walked calmly.

In a moment, an electric car accompanied him, and a round head stretched out: Wood, back to the village? Wood looked at Lao Bao, and then nodded indifferently. Lao Bao smiled: Come, get in the car.

After getting into the car, Mu continued to be silent, but Lao Bao was used to it. He knew that it wasn't the wood that didn't speak, but that he was mute. So he kept praising Wood's work and then followed the car back to the village.

He has an electric car because of the village, otherwise most people would have to walk back to the village.

The village has no name, but there are thousands of people, and although life is a little harder, it can be regarded as comfortable and content.

Dad, back? A girl who looked to be about 20 years old walked out of the car, and then saw the wood that got out of the car with Lao Bao: Hey, the wood is also there? The girl came over with a smile, like a happy little goblin: I'll come and play with you later.

Seeing this, Lao Bao didn't know whether to show a wry smile or comfort.

Wood nodded, gave a thankful sign to Lao Bao, and left.

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While eating, Bao Lu looked at his daughter who was constantly holding food in the basket with a bitter face: I said Xiaolan, don't worry about wood at your daughter's house.

Why? Bao Lan asked with a smile, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he also snatched a chicken leg under his father's chopsticks and put it in the basket. Bao Lu looked at his empty chopsticks and was stunned for a moment, and became angry for a moment: Your daughter's family always goes to the boy's house, what is it!

Bao Lan was stunned: We are friends!

Bao Lu snorted: You are your father, am I blind or what? No matter how stupid you are, you can see that you are interested in wood! It's easy to find it or not, why don't you find a normal one! Wood is good, but he's still ......

That's enough! Bao Lan screamed: I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen! While covering his ears, he rushed out of the door with the basket in his hand and disappeared. Bao Lu looked at his daughter's back with a wry smile, and scolded in a low voice: Even the chicken legs are not left for the father, and the daughter is not left!

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In a simple space, even the space is only about five meters.

In the center, on an old-looking, tattered table, sat a basket, several plates, and two people.

The man with a wooden face ate calmly, then picked up a chicken leg and looked at Bao Lan with a little doubt, obviously this doubt was the fat chicken leg in front of him. Bao Lan snorted: Dad, he's necrotic! Don't give it to him! Wood nodded, then nibbled on the drumsticks.

Bao Lan looked at the side of the man who was eating, and couldn't help but think of his father's words. Why is such an honest man mute? She couldn't help but think of the fact that three years ago, when he came to the village with a tattered cloth on his body, he was just a blank man who spoke to him.

The kind-hearted old bag also specially asked a doctor in the village to come and see him, but found that he was not mentally ill, probably mute, but without professional equipment, no one could see too much.

Since then, the wood has lived in the village, and even this tent has been pounded out by him for some day.

Because Mu is a mute, Bao Lan is kind-hearted, so he will cook an extra portion of the food he cooks for his father every day and then give it to Mu. Over time, she fell in love with the feeling of being around wood. No matter how much she complains and talks a lot, Mu always looks at her calmly and listens to her. Whenever he saw the appearance of wood, Bao Lan only felt quiet and peaceful from the bottom of his heart.

But this is the first time that chicken thighs have been given to wood and not left for my father.

Probably as my father said, I fell in love with this wood?

Woohoo!

A little black dog ran over and barked at Bao Lan's feet, only its finger-long tail dangling dizzily. Bao Lan laughed when he saw it: Little black dog, why don't you always grow up. Then she picked up the little black dog.

Two people and one dog, but in the small space, it is peaceful and quiet, only the sound of the little black dog sticking out his tongue and panting.