They are angry because behind the ledger some of them are not credited every day at all!

"What's going on?! Why did I only remember half a day's work on this day! Huang Shanbao took the account book and roared at Wen Mushan.

"You went to bed in the morning that day, and you didn't get up until noon to go to work at the ruins." Wen Mushan said.

Huang Shanbao flipped through the account book, pointed and asked, "What moths are there on this day?" Why did Wang Yuanqing remember absenteeism? ! ”

Wen Mushan glanced at it, nodded and said, "He said that his stomach hurts, and he basked in the sun under the city wall for a day." ”

"I'm your old mother's!" Wang Yuanqing usually hangs his son, looking like a "waiter who is weak to help up", but when he heard this, he shook his spirits, rushed over like a tiger descending the mountain, and smashed Wen Mushan in the face with a punch.

"Lao Tzu is in the desert, working hard for you, you dare to remember Lao Tzu's absenteeism!"

"Kill him! Shoot him! Shoot him! People shouted in unison.

At the critical moment, it was Wang Yuanqing's cousin Wang Tuda who rushed over. He pulled his cousin away, pointed at his nose and scolded: "You kid eats and waits for death when you see the sky, and you will be absent from work for a day, which can be regarded as promoting you." I can't stand you for a long time, our Wang family doesn't have you as a person! ”

Wang Tuda's sudden obstruction finally calmed down the increasingly burning situation. However, the crowd was indignant, and under the coercion of Huang Shanbao and others, Fei Tang made the decision for Wen Mushan and changed everyone in the account book to full-time work.

But Rao is so, and the villagers still don't do it.

They were clamoring and demanding a strike, return to the village, and hurry up to cash in their wages. But Wen Mushan opposed this plan, he felt that it was not easy to find the West Night Ruins, and a lot of materials were consumed, so far nothing has been found, he is afraid that once he returns, he will go back to investigate and no longer know what year and month it is.

"I'm afraid that by the time we come back, this place will have already been looted by tomb robbers." He painstakingly consulted with the migrant workers.

Huang Shanbao where do they care about this, they are fussing about leaving, and they don't want to stay for a minute longer.

"The food stock is almost gone, and if you wait, you can only starve to death!" He emphasized to Wen Mushan.

In the end, Fei Tang stood up, and he proposed a compromise plan - he drove five camels back to the county seat to transport supplies, and these people did the work first, so as not to delay things.

"No! What if you don't come back! Huang Shanbao still didn't do it.

After two days of bickering and see-sawing, the two sides finally reached an agreement - Huang Shanbao and other ten migrant workers stayed, but the premise was to double the wages, and from that day onwards, it would be calculated at 120 yuan a day, and the subsidy would remain unchanged.

In addition, Fei Tang could only return with three camels, but he had to bring back the material of five camels – so that even if he was lost, the migrant workers would be able to return to the village on seven camels.

After the two sides negotiated, Fei Tang packed up and set off, and when he left, he called Huang Shanbao to the tent where he played poker, and said: "Shanbao, in the past few days since I left, Lao Wenke will ask you, he is a nerd, he eats and sleeps irregularly, you help me take care of him."

"If everyone is dissatisfied with him, you help and the mud, he is old-fashioned, but he has absolutely no bad intentions."

Huang Shanbao said with a big grin: "Knowing Researcher Fei, you can rest assured." ”

Fei Tang drove the three camels away, and that night, Huang Shanbao broke into Wen Mushan's tent.

"Teacher Fei said, let you hand over the account book of the work, he said that you are too busy, let me help you remember it first."

"But ......," Wen Mushan said.

"But what is it? Hurry up, don't be kind to donkey liver and lungs! Huang Shanbao slammed the table.

Wen Mushan lowered his head, took out the account book from the box, and handed the account book to Huang Shanbao. Huang Shanbao flipped through it and confirmed that he had never recorded absenteeism again, and he was very proud.

He took the ledger and returned to the poker tent to show off to everyone.

"Brothers, in the future, we will remember ourselves, we can do what we want, and we can do it if we don't work!"

"Brother Huang, I will listen to your arrangement in the future!" Wang Yuanqing patted his ass and said.

Wang Tuda glared at his cousin fiercely, and was just in the eyes of Huang Shanbao.

"Brother Tu, we are the villagers, don't be stupid, speak for outsiders."

Wang Tu was silent, and Huang Shanbao knew that he couldn't make waves. He patted Wu Wanchun on the shoulder, Wu Wanchun was playing cards, he glanced at Huang Shanbao and followed out knowingly.

"You say, should we take this opportunity to divide the camels and go back early?" Huang Shanbao consulted with him.

"Don't worry, I think the kid surnamed Fei will definitely have to come back." Wu Wanchun smiled slyly, "He is with Lao Wen, but he sees a person sleeping in a bed." ”

"What are you talking about...... Huang Shanbao was stupid.

"Hey, hey. Hold your breath, wait for him to come back, bring the money and food, and we'll not be too late to leave—at least two more camels! ”

The two men were plotting, and at this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the distance in the desert.

The sound was like a giant whale devouring a school of fish in the sea, and Huang Shanbao took a breath against the wind and screamed.

"Oh no, the sandstorm is coming!"

These people are all Yatur villagers, and they see many sandstorms a year, so in their eyes, this is not a big deal.

Because the tent area is behind the city wall, sandstorms cannot bury it directly. But Huang Shanbao forgot to inform Wen Mushan, and several of them hurriedly got back to the tent closest to the root of the wall, and then honestly lay there, waiting for the wind to pass.

The wind was earth-shattering, far greater than the sands of Yatul. The tent was almost blown away by the wind, and a few temporary workers hid in the tent and huddled together, scared and urinating.

Finally, it was dawn before the whole sandstorm gradually dissipated. When the ten men came out of the tent, they were almost scared to death. It turned out that Wen Mushan's tent was farthest from the wall, and after the baptism of wind and sand, half of the tent was already buried in the sand.

Huang Shanbao was so frightened that he hurriedly opened the tent, and when he got inside, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Wen Mushan is still sitting there lighting the lamp and reading a book.

"Oh, little yellow, it was so windy yesterday that I couldn't sleep, so I sat and read a book and saw the dawn - the wind stopped, right?"

"Stopped." Huang Shanbao said.

"To the scene?"

"Let's go check it out."

Wen Mushan stood up, and he walked out of the tent door. Probably thinking that he was still alive, everyone was a little surprised. They didn't make any more noise in the morning, but followed Wen Mushan back to the ruins obediently.

But as soon as they walked through the city wall and walked into the ruins, they were stunned.

Because the barren sand where the ruins were buried had been blown away by the strong wind last night, this time it really saved the work of digging the earth - the entire West Night City was carried by the strong wind, and it was exposed in just one night.

The original appearance of this thousand-year-old city is indeed even more complicated.