A small van drove into Daping Township, with four or five people sitting in the car.

Huang Maoqiang looked at Zhong Yue and looked disbelief, "A Yue, I'll ask you again, do you really want to decorate your old house?"

"I have answered it a hundred times, yes, yes, it's just to decorate my house."

"Where did you get the money? Don't tell me, I'm looking for me to be happy."

The contractor who was driving was smoking a cigarette and exhaling, "Qianzi, stop asking. Your brother is so sure, so of course he is not fooling us. Today I will look at the house first, and I am not here to work today. I really can't reach an agreement, so I just think it's here to have fun."

"What's fun in the poor mountain valley? Brother Liu, you don't know that this kid's money for college was all collected by the villagers. Last year's funeral by Uncle Zhong, I won't talk about it anymore. A Yue, if you cheat..."

Huang Maoqiang's eyes were attracted by a stack of red Mao Grandpa.

"Brother Yue, I believe it, I believe it!"

Saying it ten thousand times is not as good as Grandpa Mao’s look. Several people from the construction team in the car were sure to see the money, and this job was settled.

The car turned around and looked at it, and it was clattering on the gravel road, "Xiao Yue, are all this peach forest belonging to your family?"

"Yes, I came late, and it will be a peach blossom if I am a month earlier."

"It's done, I'll pick a few peaches when I have them." Liu Qinghua, who was driving, also talked a lot.

As soon as the car door opened, several people got out of the car. Zhong Yue saw a lively figure appearing in front of him.

"Dadadadadadadadada! How about it, were you shocked?"

When he saw Gu Qin wearing a hip-hop baseball cap and looking cynical, he looked completely different from the young intern at the newspaper, Zhong Yue also had a lit up eyes, "Why are you here? The newspaper is not working today?"

"Idiot, today is the weekend."

Zhong Yue was stunned. In his concept, there are no weekends or weekends, and it is the same every day.

"A Yue, I won't introduce it, who is this girl?"

Seeing Huangmaoqiang, Gu Qin's face suddenly became a little unhappy.

Liu Qinghua, who was standing beside him, patted Huang Maoqiang on the back of his head, "Boy, put your mouth cleaner. This little girl is A Yue's classmate, Hello, we are the construction team that comes to decorate the house for A Yue."

Gu Qin smiled slightly, "You want to decorate the house?"

"What about that? Please come and dance?"

“…”

When Liu Qinghua saw that the two of them had something to say, he said, "You two chat slowly, let's take a look outside the house first."

Huang Mao scratched his head forcibly, "No, A Yue, is there such a person among our classmates?"

Before he could figure it out, he was dragged away by Liu Qinghua on the back collar, "I'm so stupid, you kid is destined to be a single!"

“…”

When Zhong Yue saw Liu Qinghua walking away, he asked, "What are you here to do?"

"Why, it's not welcome?"

"No, you are a little girl. What if something happens to you along the way?" Zhong Yue suddenly saw a cool motorcycle listening behind the tree, and his eyes were about to pop out, "You, are you riding this?"

"I'm still a child. I'll be twenty years old in another year, two months and twenty-seven days. How about it? It's amazing, I've been flying all the way."

Zhong Yue was sweating, who was this person? He was simply a witch who was changing. When he came to interview Mr. Huang, he looked quiet and turned into a crazy girl who was racing. It seems that those who studied art may have a wild body besides having a reluctant heart.

"Then what did you come here for?"

"Teaming for the field." Gu Qin carried the drawing board on his shoulders, "Why, this little Heshan is not a place to collect the field?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "Then you can do whatever you want."

"Hey, you haven't told me yet, why are you decorating the house?"

“Raising pigs.”

Gu Qin looked at Zhong Yue's stupid look and was speechless. Can this person chat properly?

Zhong Yue took Liu Qinghua around the house.

"It's okay to lay water and electricity, but are you sure you want to lay all three rooms on the floor?"

"Um."

The door leaf should also be replaced with antique ones?

"That's right."

"We can help contact the floor lamps, chandeliers, and curtains. I have estimated that the floor is calculated at 3100 square meters. These three rooms are more than 100 square meters. If the walls are applied, the tiles are timbered on them, and the renovation is about 80,000 yuan. This is also the preliminary budget, but the entry and exit is only 80,000 yuan. If the approximate price is acceptable, then the contract will be signed and a detailed budget will be given."

"no problem."

Huang Maoqiang was stunned, "It's okay, it's okay to pretend?"

"Is there any deposit required?"

Liu Qinghua smiled and said, "No, wait until the budget and material list come out, and then pay half of the money. After the decoration is completed, then settle the final payment. In County Z, Liu Qinghua is also the oldest decoration contractor team. Although he has been doing this for so many years, his reputation has always been great."

"Then let's do it now." Zhong Yue sent Liu Qinghua and others to the door. Seeing Gu Qin leaning against the motorcycle, he walked over, "Aren't you going to collect folks?"

"Okay, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you're a rich man? You're going to renovate."

"I haven't settled the score with you yet. I've read that report, and it's very good. It's really a pity not to write novels."

A hint of awkward smile flashed across Gu Qin's face, "Are you sarcastic about me?"

"How dare we? Our Zhong calligraphers rely entirely on the pen of the heroine to reappear in the world."

"I'm so sad that I'm so sarcastic about me. Do you believe it or not, I hit your door with a motorcycle?"

Zhong Yue frowned, "The heroine pays attention to her demeanor."

"I'll give you ten minutes to take a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and follow this heroine to the mountain to collect folk songs."

“…”

Gu Qin raised his lips, "Don't want to? Then I'm going to hit your door."

Zhong Yue turned around and went back to the house, put the pen obtained from the system and the paper and pens he had contacted before into his schoolbag, and took a few bags of instant noodles to avoid starving to death in the mountains.

Black Harley whizzed past the countryside, causing a sensation.

"What's wrong? Thunder fell from the sky?"

The middle-aged woman holding a bamboo sieve to sifte the soybeans glanced at the asphalt duo and smiled: "What's the thunder falling, a motorcycle."

"Nonsense, what motorcycle is so loud."

"Damn it! It's really a motorcycle!"

Zhong Yue, who was sitting in the back seat, looked depressed because he could not see anything, and his face was tied up by Gu Qin's fragrant hair.

"Gu Qin!"

"What? I can't hear it!"

"Wear a helmet! Wear a helmet!" Zhong Yue put her hair away from his face.

"It's very safe, don't wear it!"
Chapter completed!