Zhao Hanzhang nodded again and again, "Thank you for reminding me, you are old, I listen to you." ”

The old man nodded with satisfaction, glanced at Fu Tinghan again, and carried the shovel to the other side to dig up.

Fu Tinghan: ......

He turned his head to look at Zhao Hanzhang, and saw that she was looking at him, smiling so much that her eyes were about to come out.

Fu Tinghan's heart suddenly calmed down, he just looked at her like this, and he couldn't help but smile in his eyes.

Wait until she has laughed enough before she says, "Dig it up." ”

Zhao Hanzhang, Fu Tinghan and others dug the ground for half an hour, and when the soil dug out was enough, they began to drag the bamboo basket and then put soil inside.

Others had to put it in sacks, and the mud was specially transported by the people.

Fu Tinghan had been burying his head in mud, and the black-faced young man led another team over, and arranged to come over to see the situation in another place, and when he saw this, his face couldn't help but change, and he immediately went up and asked Fu Tinghan, "How much mud did you transport out?" ”

Fu Tinghan said: "Five baskets and twelve bags." ”

When the black-faced young man heard this, his face softened slightly, and he asked, "Where are the numbers you wrote down, I'll take a look." ”

Fu Tinghan paused, stopped his movements, straightened his waist, shook his head and said, "I didn't use notes, I wrote them down in my head." ”

Black-faced youth: "...... Can you remember it right with your brain? Give me a note! ”

Although Fu Tinghan felt troublesome, since this was his request, he did it, so he went to a bamboo basket and picked up a pen and paper, took out the pen and dipped it in a little ink and wrote the words basket and bag, and then wrote the orthography strokes in the back, and memorized enough in a row, and saw that there were two baskets of mud not far away, and someone was dragging them out, so he wrote down two strokes.

He put down the pen and paper, pressed it, took the shovel and continued back to his position to begin to load the mud, and also helped to clear the dirt from the dug ravine.

Although the black-faced young man yelled, Fu Tinghan didn't immediately write it down every time he dragged out a bag and a basket, he still remembered it in his mind, and when the black-faced young man walked here, he slowly put down the shovel and picked up the pen and paper to write it down.

The black-faced young man didn't know that he was remembering, he came over and saw that he was recording seriously, nodded with satisfaction, he glanced at the numbers on the paper, took it and went to find the person who dragged the dirt, asked one by one, and then asked the errand officer who counted on the other end, and after confirming that it was correct, he took it back to Fu Tinghan, and praised: "It's a good job, don't remember less, but don't remember more, if you find out that you are cheating, you all have to be driven out, you know?" ”

Fu Tinghan should be down.

As soon as he left, he was about to put down the pen and paper, and the refugee who received the grain bag mud shouted in the direction of Fu Tinghan according to the custom, "Two bags of mud—"

Fu Tinghan was about to continue digging back, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the black-faced young man who looked back, so he could only silently pick up the pen and paper and write it down.

The black-faced youth left satisfied, and went to inspect the other teams.

Fu Tinghan resigned himself to putting down the pen and paper, returned to his position and continued to shovel the soil.

At this time, the old man's attitude towards him was much better, and he couldn't help but praise, "Later life, good memory." ”

The people in the same team also had a very good impression of him, although he was a little gentle in his work, but as a literate captain, he could be completely lazy, and like other teams, just stand in front with a pen and a piece of paper to take notes.

Most of the time, he is doing coolies with a shovel, and only occasionally goes to get a pen, and he can't make a mistake in remembering, and it's hard for everyone to have bad senses.

This boy is good!

Even the old man said to Zhao Hanzhang again: "This future life is good, and I shouldn't be a negative man." ”

Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help laughing again, and Fu Tinghan glanced at her helplessly.

Digging and loading mud is very hard work, Rao is Zhao Hanzhang also felt a little panting, and then the palm grinding was a little painful, but she also felt the pull on the arm muscles, and she began to make her movements regular.

She silently did the rough work, feeling the vitality of her companions.

Yes, although they were thinly clothed and wore torn cloth shoes or straw sandals on their feet, they exuded vitality, and each one of them worked very hard, and there was little sadness on their faces, and there was even satisfaction and a smile on their faces brandishing hoes and shovels.

Especially when the gongs and drums were beaten, at the first sound of the bell, they immediately dropped the tools in their hands and ran away.

Obviously, everyone came for the first day, but they just reacted so sensitively, they passed Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan at once, and ran towards the place where the gongs and drums were beating.

Zhao Hanzhang reacted, and immediately dropped his tools and pulled Fu Tinghan to run there, and then took a wooden skewer and received two multigrain steamed buns and a bowl of bean sprout soup with a wooden stick.

Although it is bean sprout soup, there are still a lot of bean sprouts given, that is......

Zhao Hanzhang looked around at the people around her who pulled out two chopsticks from her sleeve, from her chest, and from her head, and she turned her head to look at Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan also looked at her silently.

Zhao Hanzhang stuffed the two steamed buns in his hand into his arms, then took the two steamed buns in his left hand, put her bowl on his left hand, got up and said, "I'll break the branches, you wait for me here." ”

She pulled her legs and ran towards the place where there was a tree, and after a while, she found a miscellaneous tree, broke a thinner branch, and then folded out two pairs of chopsticks.

She handed Fu Tinghan a pair, and the two of them squatted on the ground with the refugees while nibbling on steamed buns and eating bean sprouts.

Fu Tinghan ate very carefully, he was not used to eating this coarse grain steamed bun mixed with a lot of wheat bran, so he needed to chew it for a long time before swallowing it.

Zhao Hanzhang ate fiercely, chatting with people while eating, "How many days are you going to do?" ”

"Naturally, I can do it for a few days."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded and asked, "Are you all from Luyang?" ”

"I am."

"I'm not."

This time, only some of the workers they recruited were homeless, and a considerable part were refugees and poor people in Luyang.

Anyway, it's going to be the New Year, everyone has nothing to do, the yamen recruits workers, says money, and two meals, everyone is willing to come.

There are a lot of people who come, plus the refugees who want to enter Yushantang, they are basically responsible for cooking, and some of them who are still in good health have to go to the field to do some light work, anyway, everyone uses it, even six or seven-year-old children snort to move bricks, one by one to the car, or one by one to move under the car.

They all knew that this was to build a house for them to live in the future, so they did it happily.

After the group finished eating, they got up and were about to go back, when they saw someone turning over their tools, and everyone was startled and immediately rushed up, "What are you doing?" ”

When the other party saw them, he immediately dropped the tools in his hands, then picked up their tools and ran.

Zhao Hanzhang followed everyone to the front to take a look, only to see that the tools on their construction site had been replaced several times, not to mention that some wooden handles were loose, and some of the iron pieces of the hoes were notched.

Everyone was so angry that they hugged Fu Tinghan and went to complain, and then the black-faced young man scolded Fu Tinghan in front of everyone, "...... I can't look at my own tools, so what's the use of you? ”

Fu Tinghan, who didn't lose his tools: ......

The black-faced young man finally roared angrily, "Find a way by yourself, you can't finish the work and deduct your wages!" ”

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