The job of the lumberyard is to carry the wood, carry the wood, and unload the wood. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Tinkering with wood all day long, dealing with wood, and finally turning people into a piece of wood.

When Yun Poyue first entered, he looked at everyone inside, and his face was wooden. Expressionless. Inhumane. So much so that he thought he had mistakenly entered the Eighteen Muren Lane of Shaolin Temple.

In fact, these wooden people can move, and they are also flesh and blood.

The only proof is that when the bell rings, the gang will immediately turn from a pile of wood into a frenzied bunch of wild boars. The wolf rushed to the nearest room.

When you see those simple and crude meals that are served, you will immediately make people suspicious, thinking that they have strayed into the national nutrition pig farm?

Of course, there is a single room in the room, and the round table is fragrant stir-fried dishes.

Snow-white rice.

Soft and meaty steamed buns.

A bowl of braised pork with all the color, flavor and flavor.

There is also a beer stew of herring.

However, it is clear that these delicacies are not for this group of ragged workers. For them, this is just a hopeless myth.

It's like a green radish hanging in front of a donkey.

No matter how hard you try.

It's just out of reach.

Fortunately, everyone did not expect extravagance.

They hold their wowotou (or reddish brown rice) in their hands, nibble on pickles, and drink the kind of cabbage soup (sometimes radish soup, sometimes eggplant soup) that requires a high-powered magnification glass to find the oil star.

Squeak squeak.

It emits a thrilling, chaotic, disorderly, scaleless, and even animal-like sound.

The bowl is green, bright yellow, dark purple, and white, and the content is purely a patchwork of plots, with no substance and no good looks. Not to mention nutrition.

But it's a clear and unambiguous price statement.

Eating here without leaving home will give you an accurate idea of what is the cheapest in the vegetable market at the moment.

Sometimes it's a month of eggplant.

Sometimes it's a month of potatoes.

Sometimes it's a cucumber for a month.

Sometimes it's a month of kale.

Oil is extremely precious.

Comparable to spring rain.

Expensive as a pearl.

Only when the extremely esoteric, extremely illusory, and extremely empty big iron pot that can hold 300 catties of stews was heated, tossed up and down, cheered, and emitted a fishy and slightly fishy smell, that the surprisingly fat master scooped some of it shallowly in the jar with a rice spoon, and then sprinkled it evenly and carefully.

The golden yellow oil beads scattered in all directions in an instant, like a sky full of stars, brilliant and dazzling.

Workers gathered around the iron pot, staring wide-eyed, expecting a golden star to fall into their bowls.

Yun Poyue was brought into a private room.

Meet the lumberyard owner.

The boss's surname is Jin, five big and three thick, with a prickly pimple on his face.

Wear a white silk shirt.

Next to him was a woman with white skin and tender flesh, plump breasts, and long hair.

He is about 30 years old.

The boss glanced at the foreman, ignored Yun Poyue at all, and had an arrogant attitude: "This is a bit of a, will you say that you can't do it later." Didn't you see me drinking?"

The foreman nodded.

before you have to quit.

The woman blinked her long eyelashes, glanced at her eyes, and said, "What are you busy with, and Lao Jin didn't let you out?"

The foreman nodded: "Yes, yes." ”

Boss Jin drank all the wine slowly, sandwiched another piece of herring meat, removed the fish bones, and put it in his mouth. Chewing slowly: "Well, it's okay, it's just a little old." ”

The woman smiled and flattered, "What are they doing? Why don't I cook another day and see our craftsmanship?"

The boss pouted and smiled.

Turning his head to look at Yun Poyue, he asked the foreman, "He wants to work here?"

"Yes. ”

"It's tiring to carry wood, can he do it?" the boss didn't like his thin body.

"I can. Yun Poyue grabbed the sentence.

The boss stopped talking.

The foreman smiled flatteringly: "Just like you have a dog." ”

Boss Jin glared: "Let your mother fart! What do you raise a dog or not, you take the money? Raise a dog to take care of the house, raise chickens to lay eggs and eat meat, what am I doing with this waste!"

Yun Poyue hurriedly distinguished: "I can do it." I'm eighteen years old, and I can do anything. ”

Uncle Sun Ao is lifted in the sea, and Baili Xi is lifted in the city.

Shun is in the acre, and Fu said that it is between the plates.

Mess with what they do. Therefore, tempting and forbearance, it has benefited from what it cannot.

When the biographer writes here, he touches the scene and can't help but sigh with emotion.

also dragged a poem that is not like a four.

Trying to closely link the life of the chicken feet Yue and the martial arts master Mr. Yun.

In fact, "the Buddha is boundary".

As like as an apple to an oyster.

Even if it did, it wouldn't be useful.

Irrelevant.

Moreover, it is still a considerable distance from the life of the clouds and the moon.

Didn't think of it.

Naturally, it is not possible to advance it.

In fact, since the unbearable days in the lumberyard, Yun Poyue has completely lost his thoughts and hopes. Every day is spent in despair. Survive in despair.

Until a sudden change in a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day.

He is no longer superstitious.

No more worship.

No longer rely on.

Like a silkworm breaking through a chrysalis, it is only that what is born is not a beautiful and elegant butterfly, but a cruel and ugly freak. Life changes are unpredictable.

What Yun Poyue desperately needs right now is just to fill his stomach.

A few steamed buns and half a bowl of rice soup in the morning will not last long in the stomach.

Such as the world, white clouds and dogs.

There is always irreversible change.

But there are some basic common sense and basic laws that will not change, such as the stomach, which needs to be emptied and constantly filled.

Even if it's such a rough and hard-to-swallow dog food from the outside.

It's another side of life.

Boss Jin was already extremely impatient, he waved his hand, and said, "Take people out and try them for three days." No, let him get out of here!"

And he said, "Remember, there is no pay during the probationary period." Three meals a day. ”

Yun Poyue was grateful: "Thank you, boss." ”

Since then, he has understood another truth, to turn people into wood, in fact, the process is also very simple.

When you're faced with a pile of wood, when you need to turn into wood, when you have to be wood, you're going to be a piece of wood.

Because all you need is wood for this place.

Mechanical and hard-working.

Obedient again.

Wooden people are the best.

In this way, the work is done, and the food money can be saved.

All Lumberyard Gold needs is a pile of wood.

From the mountains to here, and from here to all directions.

It's a pity that the wood can't walk on its own!

So I had to recruit these stinky pigs.

In this way, you can understand that people are not in Boss Jin's budget. However, in order to actually work, these things are essential. This distressed him.

Eat like a pig, but not dry like a horse.

And begging for wages.

And pretend to be sick.

Behind the scenes, cheating and slippery!

The boss was filled with great resentment towards these wooden people.

Alas, who knows what is wrong with him?

The financial crisis, peer competition, and the compression of the bank, the steel and timber business is getting worse and worse day by day. And in addition to his wife and children, and the cheap goods around him who stretch out his hands to beg for money every day, Boss Jin also raised a twenty-one-year-old junior in Jinwu Zangjiao Hutong.

A sophomore at Daming Women's Normal College.

Short hair, two bright eyes.

White cloth shirt.

Dark skirt.

A smile reveals two shallow dimples.

These two dimples make people have endless headaches.

I can't always fill it up.

All day long, I either have to eat and drink, or I go to the mall and buy new clothes, gold and silver jewelry. Also noisy European-style bungalows. It is also necessary to catch up with the fashion and run the trend, and sit on the new Daming stretch car jointly developed by the three companies of horse, donkey and mule.

Sick of it!

Counting on his fingers, in just two months, he has smashed in more than 900 taels of silver!

Boss Jin has infinite pain. (To be continued.) )