Changping Village.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and waved her hand: "Dad, just worry about it. Okay, okay, let's not talk about Xiao An for now. Keep this banknote and go back to settle the wages for the craftsmen in our village."
Yang Huazhong collected the banknote and said to Yang Ruoqing: "The team of craftsmen in our village were busy building the Guanyin Temple at first. The bridges and roads were still there, and your father's house was not built. I was thinking about it. Don't go tell Yongxian and ask him to bring back the team of craftsmen he brought back before, and then repair the roads and bridges? Where's the money, I'll pay for it, don't let Yongxian go out, he is like this now It seems like he doesn’t have the energy to build bridges and pave roads for the villagers.”
"What do you think about the freed craftsmen team being transferred to your father's house to build?"
Yang Ruoqing thought about it for a moment, "That's okay, the wages are the same anyway. The craftsman Baotou that the eldest brother found before took the money and ran away. The remaining craftsmen are still making trouble. They want to ask the eldest brother for their wages, but dad keeps blocking them. Come on, dad can go get some people back, and the wages will be taken care of later."
Yang Huazhong nodded: "Sure, then I'll go talk to Yongxian, Qing'er, you can come too."
Old Yangtou and Yang Yongxian have been living in Yang Huazhong's house since the house at the entrance of the village burned down.
Yang Yongxian has been recovering from his injuries and will be able to go to the ground in the next two days.
The two of them didn't say they wanted to change places, and Yang Huazhong accepted them silently. This was not because Yang Huazhong was a weakling, but because he knew very well that he burned down the house at the entrance of the village. I don't know more than three people.
So before the new house was built, he was willing to take in the grandson.
Yang Yongxian sat on the bed. After the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather was getting hotter. He put a thin blanket on his legs. On the blanket was an account book. Next to the account book was a small iron abacus. He flipped the account pages with one hand. The other hand fiddled with the black beads until they crackled.
"I thought you were sleeping, but you were doing the accounting?" Yang Huazhong said hello and led Yang Ruoqing into the house.
Yang Yongxian paused what he was doing, looked up and saw the two people coming in, and smiled: "Uncle San and Qing'er are both here."
"Brother, you are really a busy man. You can't take any time off even when your body is healthy." Yang Ruoqing also joked with him with a smile.
Thinking of his previous experience in the cave where he was bitten by a kid and had to live and die, he felt secretly happy.
Yang Yongxian glanced at the account book in his hand and said with a normal expression: "I would like to have some free time, but I can't find anyone close and trustworthy to help me do the accounting. Even my brothers and cousins at home..."
He soon realized that he was about to say something wrong, so he coughed and covered his mouth to prevent the next words from leaking out.
Yang Ruoqing pretended not to hear it and still asked with a smile: "What's wrong with the brothers at home? Brother, please go on!"
Yang Yongxian shook his head, covered his mouth, and whined in his throat.
Seeing this, Yang Huazhong quickly changed the subject and asked, "Yongxian, can you still gather the group of craftsmen you brought back from Baie Town?"
Changing the topic to a new topic, Yang Yongxian breathed a sigh of relief, put down his hand and began to answer: "Of course we can gather them together, a bunch of miserable poor people, just give them some money, and they will come. However, my previous salary was That damn foreman was arrested and ran away. They couldn't find anyone to settle the wages and they came to make trouble with me. I was stupid enough to pay the second round of wages. Isn't this just playing ball? They can be summoned, but I don't want to do it."
After saying so much in one breath, Yang Yongxian felt extremely comfortable in his throat and his whole body was clear.
During this period of time, he also understood that he seemed to be suffering from a problem that made him feel uncomfortable all over his body if he didn't tell the truth. It was as painful as not going to the toilet for seven days. It's like a thick iron rod. It doesn't matter whether you stand or sit. Only when you talk clearly can you feel comfortable.
"Don't worry, Yongxian. I'll pay the wages of those craftsmen. Just help me gather the rest of the people."
After spending this time together, Yang Huazhong has long been accustomed to Yang Yongxian's unique way of speaking.
Yang Yongxian thought for a while, "You can summon me if you want, but you have to explain to me, Fifth Uncle, what you want to do with them. I won't do anything you keep in the dark, even if you are my uncle." .”
Yang Huazhong smiled bitterly, this eldest nephew used to talk in roundabout ways, but now he talks straight to the end, and he doesn't know whether it is good or bad.
"Of course I want them to continue building bridges and paving roads when I come back. My craftsmen here have to be freed up to build your father's house."
"Oh, so that's what happened. It scared me. As long as that craftsman Baotou doesn't come back, that guy is holding me and Sanwu back..."
Talking endlessly gave him a pleasant feeling, and this pleasure made him a little carried away. He couldn't help but say a few more words, and he covered his mouth again, with a look of pain on his face.
"Brother, why does the craftsman Baotou hold you back? Let's talk about it!" Yang Ruoqing asked deliberately.
"Bridge pier... ugh, I can't say it, I can't..." Yang Yongxian covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes as wide as those of a cow.
"Dad, what's wrong with my eldest brother? Why do you cover your mouth after talking for a while and look like you're constipated?" Yang Ruoqing didn't ask, but turned around and joked with Yang Huazhong again.
Yang Huazhong looked carefully at Yang Yongxian's face that gradually turned red and twisted step by step.
"...It's really like constipation."
"Porphyrin!"
Yang Yongxian suddenly farted loudly.
They say that a loud fart doesn’t stink, and a smelly fart doesn’t make a sound. Yang Yongxian’s fart was both smelly and loud.
"It looks like that's what we're going to do. Dad, let's leave quickly so we don't delay big brother."
"Hey, okay, okay, Yongxian, why don't you go back and help us gather our servants, the sooner the better..."
The father and daughter returned to the main room. Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huazhong: "Dad, don't rush to gather people now. You can go back and take people to check the bridge piers and stone monuments to see if there is anything fishy."
To be honest, Yang Huazhong has been thinking about this matter since he came out.
Yang Ruoqing's suggestion at this moment was exactly what he wanted.
"Okay, I'll go back and take a few people to take care of this matter..."
"Third uncle, is Qing'er at your house?"
Ping'er's voice suddenly sounded at the door of the courtyard.
"Here you are, come in!" Yang Ruoqing shouted out.
"Qing'er, I won't go in. I have something to do with you, so please come out."
"Okay, let me tell my father, please wait for me." After saying that, Yang Ruoqing turned to Yang Huazhong and said: "Dad, Ping'er is looking for me, so I'll go over first. I'll follow you later if there's anything going on over there. I said."
"Wait a minute, Qing'er, there's one more thing I almost forgot to mention."
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