Chapter 397 The building is not built to marry a daughter-in-law
"Sister-in-law, you really asked me to carry you down the mountain. I really didn't mean to take advantage of you."
The mountain road is rugged, but a man carrying a woman on his back walks vigorously.
Zhang Dabiao was really scared, fearing that Miss Long would do something to him after she came down from the mountain.
So he kept confirming this matter all the way. Miss Long was already very flustered, and he kept talking about her, so how could she not be upset?
But then again, since this kid Zhang Dabiao is so afraid of "settling accounts later", he is actually very good!
She is still very generous to people other than her husband.
At this time, the two of them also arrived at the foot of the mountain. Miss Long patted Zhang Dabiao's shoulder gently, "Okay, what happened just now will be rotten in your stomach from now on!"
Zhang Dabiao couldn't laugh or cry, as if what really happened just now, but when Miss Long said this, of course he was totally willing.
Although it's just a rumor, as the old saying goes, people's words should be feared, right?
By the way, don’t those aunts and uncles in the village just like to hear these messy gossips?
He, Zhang Dabiao, can be considered a celebrity after all. There is no rumor about it. If there is some news, it will probably be known to everyone within a day.
His affair with Qin Lanlan is a good example.
Back in the office, Miss Long called the foreman who was in charge this time, "Old Wang, I leave this place to you. Da Biao is my brother. If this job doesn't work well, I will be the owner of the Long Family Real Estate in the future."
Door, don’t go in if you get up early!”
Although Lao Wang is called Lao Wang, Zhang Dabiao is sure that this Lao Wang will never live next door.
Of course, this is hard to say. Maybe Miss Long likes this kind of middle-aged old man without three hairs on his head?
Otherwise, how could someone like Shen Yue make this bowl of soft rice taste sweet?
With such murmurs in his heart, Lao Wang nodded like a rattle, "Don't worry, Mr. Long, if I can't satisfy Brother Dabiao, I won't want this year's project funds."
"Okay, you can say that if you dare." Miss Long smiled slightly, fully demonstrating the happiness that a big boss should have, and patted Zhang Dabiao on the shoulder, "Dabiao, sister-in-law is going back first, but you have to be more careful in the future.
, the kind of place that knocks bones and sucks marrow, you can go there less... If you don't go, try not to go there again, you know? You are still young now, you will understand later!"
Seeing the caring look on her face, Zhang Dabiao really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh, but he couldn't help it. Who could let him take the blame?
"Sister-in-law, don't worry, I swear, I will never go to a place like that again!" Zhang Dabiao suppressed the unknown anger in his heart and secretly added, "If I go again, Shen Yuesheng's son will be dead..."
Miss Long gave him a mother-like happy smile from an old sister-in-law, and turned around to leave with a few words of advice. But at this time, Zhang Dabiao took out the country wild tea that Aunt Li bought at the market and gave it to her.
By the way, I got a motherly smile from an old lady, "Sensible!"
Zhang Dabiao was so embarrassed that he watched Miss Long get into the Audi car.
"Brother Wang, I'm sorry to trouble you about the work here." Zhang Dabiao quickly took out a cigarette and handed one to Lao Wang.
Even if you take a step back, they are here to do work for him, so there is no harm in being polite and say, "Um, if you have any requests that we need to cooperate with, just tell me."
Lao Wang smiled naively, "You're welcome, brother. Don't worry, we will definitely help you do this job beautifully."
Zhang Dabiao nodded with satisfaction, thinking that Lao Wang looked very down-to-earth. The two chatted for a few more words, and then Zhang Dabiao rode his beloved electric tricycle to the pig house.
At this time, Han Ronggui was pushing bricks with a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't stop what he was doing when he saw Zhang Dabiao coming.
"Uncle Ronggui!" Zhang Dabiao shouted from a distance.
Han Ronggui raised his arm slightly, looking at the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and said with a bared smile: "Dabiao, why are you here when you are not sitting in the office on such a hot day? Don't worry, there will be two more at most.
God will definitely finish it."
Every time he saw Zhang Dabiao, Han Ronggui felt a burst of emotion in his heart.
Why?
Not for any reason.
Let's just say a few months ago, Li Changsheng took Zhang Dabiao to their village to collect fish. At that time, Dabiao was not very impressive. Look at it now, tut tut, it makes me cry if I talk about it too much.
There are so many workers, several vehicles, look at the pig barns now up, and I heard that the entire mountain has been taken over.
The road he takes home every day was built with money from others, and of course it is still being repaired... But the problem is that they have repaired it!
Look at Han Ronggui again. He has been a foreman all his life. He is quite old. What does he have?
What can there be?
Too much talking brings tears to my eyes.
"What a shame, you're talking about me as if I don't do anything in Tiantianwo's office." Zhang Dabiao stepped forward and reached out to move the bricks.
"Don't move, don't move, Mi Tai... Oh, Biaozi, you don't even wear gloves, how can you fix your hand if it's torn!"
Han Ronggui couldn't bear it. Of course, this was definitely not flattery. He simply felt that they were the masters and it was impossible to help them with the money.
After all, I haven't encountered him once in these years.
However, Zhang Dabiao really did it. In a short while, the two of them finished unloading the cart. Zhang Dabiao opened his hands with bared teeth and said with a smile: "Look, my hands are no less calloused than yours."
"Hey, you, you!" Han Ronggui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he felt that he was a villain in vain.
After all, if someone can create such a large fortune in a short period of time, how can he not do anything?
"The work here is finished, is there any other work?" Zhang Dabiao asked.
Hearing this, Han Ronggui couldn't help but feel happy, "What? Is there still work? Uncle, let me tell you the truth. The work is getting less and less year by year. Otherwise, even if I have the reputation of longevity, I can't take care of people.
Let me build you a pig house!"
This is true, but the question is, is it really okay for you to be too honest?
Zhang Dabiao was so embarrassed that he just nodded his head.
He was an old craftsman who built houses for people, but today he came to build houses for pigs. Who would want to do this work unless they had no choice?
What is a craftsman? It also has spiritual beliefs.
No matter what, the trend has changed now.
What kind of family builds a house? Those who live in the house will definitely not be able to build a house with enough food and fun.
There are some old houses that are renovated, but in this poor town where the per capita GDP per year is less than 5,000, there are not many. After all, building a house is likely to take all the savings of a generation.
Isn’t it all for that!
If he hadn't given his son a wife, how could anyone sell iron to build a house?
It's just that marrying a wife is very different now than before. I don't know when it started, from having a house at home to having a building in the city!
If the house is no longer valued by the daughter-in-law, there will naturally be fewer people to build the house. With fewer people to build the house, the jobs of the older generation of craftsmen will naturally be unstable.
In the past, it was the big workers who led the small workers. If you wanted to learn how to build walls, you had to practice the master-apprentice ceremony. But now? Not to mention that there is no need for the master-apprentice ceremony. Even the old craftsmen are thinking about how to change their profession.
To put it bluntly, sooner or later this industry will be lost in the long river of history.
"I have already thought about it. After I finish building your pig house and there is no more work, we will break up the team and I will go join my son. Your aunt and I will go over there to babysit the children," Han Ronggui said.
"What if there is a job?" Zhang Dabiao asked.
"When there is work, just do a few more, and when there is no work, we break up the team. Biaozi, this industry is really not going to work anymore. Let's just say that from the beginning of this spring to now, there are not ten houses in total. Usually there are only twenty or thirty houses."
It’s like playing.”
"Okay, after you build the pig house, don't go anywhere. Just take the team to my company. I plan to build a building there." Zhang Dabiao said.
In fact, I had told Liu Yuting about this matter a long time ago, but I was so busy these days that I forgot about it as I was so busy.
But today, when Miss Long mentioned it, Zhang Dabiao's mind became active again.
The workshop is already built, so we can’t still work in the mobile home, right?
"Get up?" Hearing this, Han Ronggui's eyes suddenly lit up, "Come on, come on, tell me."