Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 450 A Different Experience

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

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

  Fu Tinghan:  …

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

  Fu Tinghan's heart suddenly calmed down, he just looked at her with joy, and couldn't help but smile.

   Waiting for her to laugh enough, she said, "Hurry up and dig."

   Zhao Hanzhang, Fu Tinghan and others followed and dug the ground for half an hour. When enough soil was dug out, they began to drag the bamboo baskets and then filled the soil inside.

   There are still people who have to put it in sacks, and the mud that has been packed is specially transported out.

  Fu Tinghan has been burying his head in loading mud. The black-faced youth led another team over and arranged to come over to see the situation at another place. Seeing this, his face changed and he immediately went up to ask 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 expression softened a little and he asked, "Where is the number you wrote down, let me see."

  Fu Tinghan paused, straightened up, shook his head and said, "It's useless to take notes, it's in my mind."

   Black-faced youth: "...Can you write it down with your brain? Give me a note!"

Although Fu Tinghan found it troublesome, since it was his request, he did as he did, so he went to a bamboo basket to pick up a pen and paper, took out the pen and dipped a little ink, wrote the words "basket and bag", and then wrote the words "basket and bag" in the back After memorizing the correct strokes, I wrote down enough strokes in a row. I glanced at two baskets filled with mud not far away, and someone was dragging them out, so I made two strokes.

   He put down the pen and paper, pressed it down, took the shovel and continued to return to the position to start loading the mud, and also helped to clear the mud from the dug out gully.

Although the black-faced youth shouted, Fu Tinghan didn't write it down every time he pulled out a bag and a basket. He still remembered it in his mind. When the black-faced youth walked here, he slowly put down the shovel and picked up the pen. and note on paper.

The black-faced young man did not know that he was recording it now. He walked over and saw that he was taking notes seriously. He nodded with satisfaction. I asked the officer at the other end of the count, and after confirming it was correct, I brought it back to Fu Tinghan, and praised: "It's a good job, don't underestimate it, but don't overdo it either. ?"

  Fu Tinghan should go.

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

  Fu Tinghan was about to go back to dig mud, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the black-faced youth who looked back, so he could only silently pick up a pen and paper and write it down.

   The black-faced youth left with satisfaction and went to inspect the other teams.

  Fu Tinghan put down the pen and paper resignedly and returned to his position to continue shoveling.

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

The people on the team also have a very good impression of him. Although he works a little bit, but as a literate captain, he can be lazy and quit. Like other teams, he just holds a pen and a piece of paper. Just stand in front of the paper and jot down.

   He is working hard with a shovel most of the time, and only occasionally picks up a pen, and his notes are not wrong. It’s hard for everyone to have bad senses.

   This boy is not bad!

   Even the old man said to Zhao Hanzhang again: "This young man is not bad, he shouldn't be a heartless man."

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

   Digging and filling mud is very hard work. Rao Shi Zhao Hanzhang also felt a little out of breath, and then the palms were a little painful, but she also felt the pull on the arm muscles, and she began to make her movements more regular.

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

Yes, although their clothes are thin and their feet are wearing ripped cloth shoes or straw sandals, they are full of vitality. Everyone is working very hard, and their faces are rarely sad, and their faces are waving hoes and shovels. Satisfaction and smiles can even be seen.

  Especially when the gongs and drums hit, the first clang sounded, they immediately dropped the tools in their hands and ran away.

   Obviously everyone came on the first day, but they were so responsive, they passed Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan at once, and hula-la ran towards the place where the gongs and drums were beating.

   Zhao Hanzhang reacted, and immediately dropped his tools and dragged Fu Tinghan to run there. Then he took a wooden sign and received two miscellaneous grain steamed buns and a bowl of bean sprouts soup under the crowded situation.

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

   Zhao Hanzhang looked around at the people who pulled out two chopsticks from their sleeves, from their chests, and from their heads. She turned to look at Fu Tinghan.

   Fu Tinghan also looked at her silently.

Zhao Hanzhang put 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'm going to break the branches, you wait here. I'll wait."

   She pulled her legs and ran to the place where there was a tree. 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, eating steamed buns and bean sprouts.

  Fu Tinghan ate very carefully. He was not used to eating the whole grain steamed bread with a lot of wheat bran, so he had to chew for a long time before swallowing it.

   Zhao Hanzhang was eating fiercely, chatting with people while eating, "How many days are you going to work?"

   "Of course I can do it for a few days."

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

"I'm."

"I'm not."

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

   Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve, and everyone has nothing to do. The yamen recruited workers, said they would give money, and provided two meals, and everyone was 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 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 are snorting and moving bricks, one by one to the car, or one by one to the car.

   They all knew that this was to build the house they would live in in the future, so they spread their feet happily.

   After the group finished eating, they got up and were about to go back when they saw someone flipping their tools. Everyone was shocked and rushed up, "What are you doing?"

   When the other party saw them, they immediately dropped their tools, picked up their tools and ran away.

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

  The crowd was so angry that they surrounded Fu Tinghan and went to complain, and then the black-faced youth scolded Fu Tinghan in front of everyone, "...I can't watch my own tools, what's the use of asking you?"

  Fu Tinghan who didn't lose his tools:  …

   The black-faced youth finally roared, "Find a way on your own, you won't be able to finish the work without deducting your wages!"

Good night

   (end of this chapter)