Carpenter Hu suddenly interrupted, not just to fight with Tong Qi and grab business.

In fact, Carpenter Hu’s coffee table was sold to him by Tong Qi.

The coffee table has been sold to him, so how can Tong Qi produce the same coffee table again?

Carpenter Hu is also an all-round master, so he is trying to make up for Tong Qi.

"As for those, when the chairs are repaired, please Master Hu and send them to my home.

Master Qi, I will leave the remaining money with Master Hu, and you can just go back and bring the chair to Master Hu." Zhang Yan first handed the eleven yuan to Tong Qi, and then explained with a smile.

The eleven yuan was in response to what he said before, to pay for the increased price.

"Dr. Zhang, what do you mean? Carpenter Hu said ten yuan, so let's pay ten yuan." Tong Qi was very determined to keep only ten yuan and gave Zhang Yan one yuan.

Looking at Tong Qi's face, Zhang Yan didn't force it.

It has been more than three years since he came to this world, and he knows very well that many Beijing gentlemen live by the same face.

If Zhang Yanqiang gave it, Tong Qi would probably fall out.

After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Yan said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he specifically told Carpenter Hu that if there was such antique furniture, he would not be short of money if he kept it for him.

Other old items are also fine, he wants them all.

This statement is mainly directed at Tong Qi.

Tell him, if you have good things, don't sell them everywhere, give them to me. I'm not short of money and can give you a high price.

After leaving Luban Hutong, Zhang Yan didn't know where to go next.

I have been in this world for more than three years, and I have never really taken a good look at Beijing during this period.

Busy writing all day long.

Either you roll it yourself, or you roll it with your apprentice.

Suddenly free, Zhang Yan didn't know what to do for a while.

The nationwide steel smelting has ended, and the sky has returned to blue.

Only the cold wind blew on my face, making it feel dry and cold.

After Zhang Yan rode his bicycle and wandered around the streets of Beijing, he really didn't know where to go.

Just turn the car around and go home.

Go home and play with your son.

"Come back?" Tong Mei was at home, looking at her children and doing needlework.

In this era, the emphasis on wearing clothes is three years of new and old, and another three years of sewing and mending.

A piece of clothing, after wearing the big one, wear the medium one, and after wearing the medium one and the small one, if you really can’t wear it anymore, you can still make a quilt and sew insoles.

In short, nothing is wasted. Housewives seem to be idle at home and not working, but in fact, if they want to do anything, they will not be idle at all.

“I ordered a crib and a stroller from Carpenter Hu, and I also picked up a pair of huanghuali armchairs. I don’t know where to go after that.

After wandering around on the street, I might as well come back and play with my son." Zhang Yan said as he took off his coat.

"You! I want you to have a free day and have a good rest, but you can't do it." After hearing Zhang Yan's words, Tong Mei couldn't help but purse her lips and laugh.

"There is no way, I was born to be a hard worker.

After I train this group of disciples, I may have time to relax." Zhang Yan also laughed.

"After this batch of training is completed, there will be another batch.

When the next batch of apprentices are trained, our son should also go to school. I think you will be like this for the rest of your life."

"Actually, isn't this how our ancestors have been here for generations?

When you are young, you work hard to make money and marry a wife. After you marry a wife, you have children, and you have to work hard to support your wife and children. When the children grow up, you should save money to marry your children and then have grandchildren." Tong Mei heard this.

If so, Zhang Yan couldn't help but sigh.

Ordinary people don't just live like this day after day, year after year.

There is not so much passion and pretense in life, but more of a dull but fulfilling life.

Zhang Yan and Tong Mei talked for a while, and then picked up his son after his body warmed up.

My son was just lying on the bed by himself, with his two little feet raised, grabbing his own feet with his hands, and playing happily.

Seeing Zhang Yan reaching out to hug him, he chuckled happily, stretched out his hands, and called "baba, baba, baba".

Listening to his son's voice calling him daddy, Zhang Yan instantly felt an electric current rushing from his tailbone to his brain.

All worries and hard work disappeared at this moment.

This is inheritance.

Inheritance is divided into blood inheritance and cultural inheritance.

Cultural inheritance includes the inheritance of skills.

The son is the blood inheritance, also called the incense inheritance.

Ordinary people work hard, struggle, and toil all their lives for the sake of a bloodline inheritance.

And he not only has his son as his bloodline inheritance, but also has so many apprentices who can pass on his skills.

What else is there to be dissatisfied with.

Zhang Yan hugged his son and kissed him hard. The son giggled, hugged his face, and smeared saliva all over his face.

"You naughty little kid, you made daddy drool all over his face!" Zhang Yan gently patted his son's butt.

The son didn't know that. He held Zhang Yan's son with one hand and held his nose with the other, whining and having a good time.

Don’t you still want to lie on Zhang Yan’s face and bite Zhang Yan’s nose?

My son's baby teeth have just grown in. When he bites his teeth on his face, he doesn't feel any pain, but it feels itchy.

Zhang Yan was also worried that his son's teeth would break due to his own shame.

Hold your son in your arms and away from your face.

"Son, you have to grow up quickly. When you grow up, your father will pass on all his medical skills to you. Whenever you make a mistake, he will beat you to relieve your boredom."

"Ah... Wow..." The son screamed and tried his best to grab Zhang Yan's ears. He was very dissatisfied that Zhang Yan held him away and prevented him from chewing his nose.

"Bad boy, are you still addicted to eating?" Zhang Yan patted his son's butt again.

In the evening, Zhang Fusheng came back, his face red from drinking.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Zhuang Zhuang, laughed and stretched out his hands, "Grandson, please let grandpa hug you!"

Zhang Yan turned around and avoided Zhang Fusheng's hand.

"What are you doing? I'm hugging my grandson!" Zhang Fusheng said dissatisfied.

"Dad, you just came back and you are full of coldness. I will wait until you are warm before I hug you. You drink water first. This is how much wine you drank." Zhang Yan explained.

"Oh!" Zhang Fusheng then honestly sat down on the chair in the main room.

Tong Mei got up and poured him a glass of water and added a little honey.

"Is my father in good health? How is it back home?" Zhang Yan asked.

"Your father is in good health, better than me!

There are a bunch of losers back home, and the lack of food is all their own fault!" Zhang Fusheng sighed and said angrily.

Zhang Yan didn't say anything. He felt quite happy to hear a prodigal call others prodigal.
Chapter completed!