Jian Heng looked at the watch in his hand and couldn't help but say, "Why do I think it won't be used until it snows? At most, these three houses will have to be handled in a month?"

Six pillars were erected one morning, and the relationship between the six pillars was almost the same in Jian Heng's opinion. This was the first day of work. The cooperation between the old workers from China and a group of Lao Mo was not perfect. If you were familiar with this, you would not have to be one building a week at most.

Professor Zheng happened to go to Jian Heng to get the materials. He smiled and replied: "The work has not come yet. The shelves are fast, but it is slow when you get to the window room or something. In addition, it takes time to protect the roof famous types. However, now there are many new materials. This is the past, or the old method is used to build ancient buildings. It is strange to build such a large building for one or two years."

Jian Heng was about to reply, but when he turned around, he saw Mr. Yao walking towards him in a hurry.

Zheng Gong saw that someone was coming to talk about things on Jian Heng, so after he took the things, he continued to do his own work, leaving Jian Heng and the old man Yao who came over hurriedly.

"I heard that you are using golden nanmu here?" Mr. Yao came to Jian Heng, and opened his mouth and asked without even breathing.

Jian Heng looked at the old man's appearance and smiled and joked: "What are you doing? Are you eager to go home and catch the adulterer?"

"Get out, you guys, answer my question quickly!" Mr. Yao was not in the mood to run the train with Jian Heng at this time.

Jian Heng nodded and replied, "Yes, I didn't know at first. Who knew that the old men came over and said that the materials I was going to use as pillars were all golden nanmu. Only then did I realize that this thing was golden nanmu."

"Is there a lot?" Mr. Yao asked anxiously again.

Jian Heng glanced at the old man curiously: "You won't be planning to use extra materials to make furniture, right? I told you that this is not possible. I have used the remaining materials. I am going to make a set of eight-treasure boxes for my old wine. Master, I asked Professor Guan to contact me."

Mr. Yao waved his hand and said, "I don't want such a small material. I just asked you if there are any large materials that can be used as a pair of longevity materials."

"Fengcai? What..." Just as he was about to ask what Fengcai was, Jian Heng suddenly understood that this thing was a coffin. To be honest, it was a Fengcai.

"Is someone at home?" Jian Heng scratched his head and said to himself: This is a coincidence. If I have Jinsun here, someone will die in your family?

Then I thought it was wrong. This thing was not cheap. I used golden nanmu to make a standard Chinese coffin. If it weren't a few million, I wouldn't open it. I thought that Yuan Shikai was in a hurry and was not ready to find a pair of golden nanmu coffins with the status of the emperor. Why did Mr. Yao ask himself to ask for his relatives?

But then I thought that there are many good things in the family of the old man, and the precious golden nanmu is nothing to Jian Heng. If the golden nanmu can be exchanged for Tang Bohu in their hands, Zhu Zhishan's words will be a sure profit.

"What are you thinking about?" Mr. Yao looked at Jian Heng's face with a deep thought, and raised the small eyebrows on his face from time to time, feeling that this boy was not thinking about good things, maybe he was thinking about how to cheat him.

After coming back to his senses, Jian Heng smiled sweetly at Mr. Yao, and the old man almost shuddered by the scorching.

"I said, "Old man, I'm here to build a house with pillars. You are going to make this material for birthday materials. Why do I think it's a bit disgusting to live in this house in the future?" Jian Heng looked sad.

Mr. Yao laughed and said, "Get out, you guy want to open your mouth and say, "Are you so old and you still have the same knowledge as you, a boy who has just grown hair?"

"Well! Who are you planning to prepare for?" Jian Heng prepared to ask clearly, and then decided whether this knife should be heavy or light.

Mr. Yao said, "Who else can I give it to? I am not someone's son. I have this kind of filial piety for myself. In a hundred years, I will also sleep with the longevity of the golden nanmu and treat it the same as the emperor!"

"..." Jian Heng felt speechless.

Suddenly I remembered: "Are you going to be buried here?"

Mr. Yao couldn't help but hesitate after being asked by Jian Heng, looking at Jian Heng with a confused look on his face: "What am I going to do for burying here? I am not an American, so I will naturally have to go back to the cemetery of my sect."

Jian Heng asked: "There are no burials in China, so they have been replaced with urns now!"

"You don't have to worry about this matter! Just say if there is one, I won't let you suffer any loss. I will exchange it with you with a manuscript. However, I want the whole golden nanmu. I can't just make a living, and I can't take it. Don't worry, the things I exchanged are definitely no worse than your golden nanmu." Mr. Yao said confidently.

Jian Heng's knife was sharpened. Now he heard that the old man was a little dumbfounded. He looked at the old man and asked, "I said that you are busy with fun. Just give you a woman in your thirties. You can respond to the national call, have a third child and see your grandson marrying a wife. Don't worry, the old saying goes, good people don't live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years. If you don't live to be over a hundred years old, God will not agree. OK, don't make trouble!"

"You guy are getting less and less serious. Old man, I'm talking to you about serious things!" Mr. Yao was amused and crying by Jian Heng.

Jian Heng thought for a while and said, "Then let me give you your sub-life material, but I don't want anything from you. As long as you teach me here, I will pay back the bill until the day you can't move?"

Mr. Yao was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He looked up and down a few times and asked several questions.

Jian Heng was a little annoyed when he heard this: "I have nothing to do with you so much? I'm about a thousand dollars a minute, and I'll give it to you if I say I'll give it to you!"

Mr. Yao laughed twice and said, "Yes!"

After saying that, the old man walked back without looking back.

Jian Heng looked at the back of Mr. Yao and said a little unhappy: "This old man is getting more and more rude. He doesn't even have the word "Thank you" for giving him such a valuable thing!"

Mr. Yao left, and even if Jian Heng complained, no one listened. When he looked up, he saw Zhao Changshan driving a small pickup truck. Then he realized that it was almost time for lunch before he knew it.

Jian Heng naturally had to go home to eat lunch. Not to mention whether he was hungry, in addition to barley and wheat, there were also Winnie and instant noodles at home. Not to mention that Xie Li had a lot of exercise these days, from two chickens a week to three chickens a week now. The energy stored in his body was exhausted by those students.

When I got home, I just put on an apron and was about to cook, when I suddenly heard Wu Yong's voice, and the guy howled at the door with his throat.

"Doesn't there anyone in the house?"

Jian Heng stood at the window. Although he couldn't see anyone, he replied: "Yes, in the kitchen!"

Wu Yong pushed open the door and walked to the kitchen to see Jian Heng really cooking, so he spoke out, "Oh, are you really cooking?"

Jian Heng heard that he came in and talked nonsense, and immediately realized that this guy would have something to do. Now he was just to raise the topic he wanted to say.

"If you have anything to say, don't go around me, I'm right here," said Jian Heng.

"hey-hey!"

Seeing that Wu Yong was not speaking, Jian Hengxin engraved: "Oh, this matter looks quite small. No, you are here to knock on the bamboo snatch of my golden nanmu, right?"

"Hey, how did you know?" Wu Yong smiled.

"Tell me, what are you going to use for?" Jian Heng asked.

Wu Yong said, "I don't want you for nothing. Let's go according to the price change. I just want some materials for my old man and Laojiu. By the way, I want to ask, is your golden nanmu an ordinary golden nanmu or does it refer to the purple nanmu that was used by the royal family, that is, the golden nanmu material?"

"Zi Nan, of course it's Zi Nan's golden nanmu." Jian Heng felt a little speechless when he was asked by this guy, and thought to himself: "Brother, should you be the best way to charge me for the inferior?"

Then he thought of another question and couldn't help but ask: "I said why do you all like to use golden nanmu to make this thing? There are also many things that are difficult to get into the underworld?"

Wu Yong asked curiously: "Who else?"

As he asked, he walked two steps and reached out to pull open the refrigerator in the kitchen, took out a bottle of mineral water from it, unscrewed the lid and started drinking.

"Mr. Yao, he said he wanted to make a pair of longevity materials, and he was going to exchange things with me. He said what it was, and the pair of longevity materials was specified that the whole material could not be spliced ​​or connected..."

puff!

Wu Yong almost choked himself to death with a sip of water!

He bent his waist and wiped the water stains on his clothes and said, "Damn, the old man is going to go to heaven. He is not afraid of burying it himself. In a few days, there will be tomb robbers to dig the grave. This is an old material that will take at least two or three hundred years to grow into. What is the old man thinking? He is afraid that he will sleep well, right?"

Wu Yong originally had an overdose enough to ask for an urn by himself. Who knew that he was not even a witch compared to the old man. What Wu Yong didn't know was that he was going to buy it with money. The old man was going to exchange it for the post, and Jian Heng didn't ask any questions. If he asked, he knew that the old man was going to exchange for something for exchange, and it would be more than enough to change the longevity material of the golden nanmu. On the surface, no one would say that the old man was getting cheaper.
Chapter completed!