Wang Qiang, who had just finished lunch, was lying on the wooden bed that he had just moved back into the house and had not had time to clean.
This time they got back a total of 5 large and small wooden beds. If you want to say what furniture has the most in the whole house now, it is these old and faded wooden beds.
Don't look at how neatly they are stacked up now. But it took Lao Zhao and the others a lot of effort to move them before.
Due to the size limitation of the pallet bed, it was obviously impossible to load and transport it with JAC trucks, so carrying it with bare hands became the only option.
Good guys, these wooden plank beds handmade with high-quality wood are definitely much heavier than the beautifully decorated beds purchased in daily homes. This is really a hardship for the three survivors.
Over and over again, and again, and again, and again. When they were carrying the first picture, they were still chatting and laughing gracefully. When waiting for the second picture, except for Tang Xiaoquan who was in charge of guarding, Lao Zhao and Wang Qiang were quiet and stopped talking. , by the third picture, it has become a turtle crawling on the road, stopping and walking.
Tang Xiaoquan burped twice. Although he didn't contribute much to carry it, he was exhausted just by accompanying him all the way. He looked at Wang Qiang, who was lying next to him in a daze facing the ceiling, and became teasing. He used his arm to nudge Wang Qiang, who was about to fall asleep after eating, and said:
"Ah, what happened to Hadron? It looks like he is withered. Some people didn't talk about it last night. As long as it can save time, you are not afraid of spending effort. Why are you acting like a little sheep now? "
"I..." Wang Qiang gave up the urge to stand up and argue. The loss of physical strength forced him to admit defeat and continue to lie on his back. However, when he lay down again, he was not ambiguous at all: "I'll go, don't you fuck?" Damn it, let’s just say sarcastic things. You’ve been here as a fucking shopkeeper early in the morning. How about you go chop wood in the afternoon and I’ll be on guard? What do you think?”
"Well, I don't have any objection to this. But with your current mental state, frankly speaking, Qiangzi, I'm really worried about you getting confused later. You must know that this security work is not a mindless effort. You need to be highly concentrated. , I'm not saying that you can't do it, but it's just not the right day today. So I'll continue to be on guard this afternoon." Tang Xiaoquan said what he said was tense, but he felt happy mentally, especially as he followed The depth of his topic. Wang Qiang's eyes that were about to burst opened wider and wider, which made him feel extremely happy.
Old Zhao was washing dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen. Logically speaking, Tang and Wang should be responsible for making this mess, and the latter two indeed had such a request, especially Tang Xiaoquan. After all, Old Zhao and Wang Qiang had worked hard all morning. As soon as Lao Zhao returned home, he didn't even take a break, so he hurriedly prepared lunch for them.
This made Wang Qiang and Tang Xiaoquan embarrassed to let Lao Zhao handle the after-dinner affairs.
However, the latter still reasoned that he and Wang Qiang could not clean themselves up. He forced the two of them out of the kitchen. Of course, Lao Zhao is not a particular person. In these last days, eating and drinking are considered very luxurious things. How can he care about whether the bowls and chopsticks are clean?
The reason why he didn't let Wang and Tang do it. To put it bluntly, it is out of an elder's concern for the younger generation.
This is probably a habit that China, a country of courtesy, has formed over a long time. No matter how these young people born in the 1980s grow up, in the eyes of their elders, they are still children. So looking at the icy cold water, Lao Zhao still felt that rather than letting the children who had already experienced too many hardships suffer, it would be better for him to bear it alone.
There was a smile on Lao Zhao's face, and there was no sign that he had any complaints about his dual role as team leader and nanny. Besides, the banter of the two live treasures outside the house was the best spice in life.
"Zizzizi!" Just as Lao Zhao pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside the house. The handpiece he placed on the kitchen counter suddenly rang: "Hey, Qiangqiang, I'm Yang Xue. I heard you talking. Over!"
"Wow!" The porcelain bowl was thrown into the sink by Lao Zhao. He randomly wiped his hands on his clothes twice to wipe away the water stains on his hands.
Wang Qiang and Tang Xiaoquan were still bickering with each other happily. The appearance of Lao Zhao did not attract their attention until Yang Xue's voice came from the mobile phone again: "Wang Qiang? What are you doing? Why don't you speak? ,complete!"
The quarrel in the house suddenly stopped. Wang Qiang turned his head and stared at the hand table in Lao Zhao's hand without any movement for 5-6 seconds. Lao Zhao pointed at the hand table with a smile on his face and said softly: "Ward round!"
Wang Qiang finally came to his senses. He jumped up from the bed, grabbed the watch from the opponent's hand, quickly turned the button and stammered: "Yang... Yang Xue, it's me, I'm Wang Qiang, The call has been received!"
"Why did you take so long to speak? What are you doing? Over!"
"No, the handheld device is on Lao Zhao. I just got it, haha! It's over!" Wang Qiang smiled awkwardly and walked towards the bedroom as he spoke.
"Oh, that's it! Okay, then I'll forgive you. What have you been busy with all morning? Tell me! It's over!"
Seeing that the other party was no longer entangled, Wang Qiang finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, I did something big this morning, but I have to keep it secret for the time being. You will know when you come back to check in here. It's over!"
Wang Qiang felt warm when he thought that Yang Xue was surprised when he saw the "ocean house" he built for him.
"Checking in? Do you want to move here in the villa? Done!"
Yang Xue sounded a little confused. Wang Qiang thought about it and it was no wonder that his girlfriend had never been involved in the world. It was not surprising that the purpose of his trip was unclear. He explained roughly: "Not necessarily, but if the gangster If the threat is greater, we will have to move here. Over!"
"Oh, that's it! Is that far from the villa? Over!"
"Well, it's quite far away, a few hours' drive away! But it's no worse than a villa, at least it's very safe!" Wang Qiang somewhat exaggerated the status of the village, wondering how this remote place could compare with a villa with a superior geographical environment. However, Yang Xue didn't seem to care about this. She replied in a calm tone: "Oh, I understand, so be it. Don't be too tired. Take a break at noon. I'll contact you later. That's it!"
"It's... it's over!" The other party's sudden coldness made Wang Qiang wonder where he had said the wrong thing. However, his worries were quickly dispelled by Yang Xue's concern. The former called him twice a day to greet him. What did this mean? It shows that the other party is psychologically protecting you. For Wang Qiang, who was in love for the first time, this was really sweeter than eating candied fruit. (To be continued.)
