The night passed quickly, and Han Dongwen promised the players that he would teach everyone new techniques when the Yihong Building here reaches 70% of completion.
After all, as the old saying goes, teach the apprentice and starve the master. Let's give them two skills to play with. If you want new ones, you have to do the work quickly.
It was about to dawn, and Han Dongwen walked back to the shed area in a swaggering manner, looking back and forth, and suddenly he beamed:
"Brother Li!"
Brother Li in front of him heard someone calling him, turned around and looked around. He immediately trembled all over. He hurriedly walked forward, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Oh, Brother Xiaoyang, you are now a disciple of the inner sect. What? You can call me Brother Li, it’s inappropriate, inappropriate.”
He looked at Han Dongwen's brand new inner sect clothes rather flatteringly - Brother Li's own clothes were obviously very old. Although he took care of them like a treasure, they were really old-fashioned now.
"Brother Xiaoyang, if you need anything, just tell me, Lao Li, and I will help you!"
Han Dongwen could tell what kind of person he was and didn't care. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Brother Li, there are some temporary contractors and rush hours on the construction site. I have arranged for an all-nighter. There should be a total of twenty-four or five people." , the price was negotiated very well, I only charged them eighty coppers for one night's work."
Han Dongwen said the price was extremely low. For eighty coppers, you could only stay in the cheapest inn for one day.
Brother Li was a little hesitant at first, but he obviously relaxed after hearing Han Dongwen's price: "Eighty coppers, one night? Where do these people come from?"
"Perhaps they are refugees from Haizhou heading north, who knows." Han Dongwen shook his head disapprovingly: "Based on twenty-five people, eighty copper plates, twenty silver dollars a night, you can pay it in advance after checking at the construction site. Me?"
After hearing this, Brother Li quickly showed a greasy smile: "What are you talking about? Brother Xiaoyang, I will pay it to you from the work team's account. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."
He turned around and spread the account book in his hand on a wooden box as a table. He took out a piece of charcoal from his belt and wrote down the number. He also took out a money bag and managed to count out twenty silver dollars with a smile on his face. The ground was stuffed into Han Dongwen's hand:
"Brother Xiaoyang, you take the money first, and I'll report it to the clan later, so as not to delay your affairs!"
Han Dongwen was stunned for a moment before realizing that Brother Li's power was indeed too limited, and he couldn't carry the project money around all day long. Now, just to show his kindness, he paid for it himself.
"Thank you very much, Brother Li."
A bird in the hand is better than two in the bush. Han Dongwen certainly understands this.
The twenty silver dollars he took from Brother Li, plus the wages for the first few flights of Emperor No. 1, he now has a huge amount of money in his hand, which is less than twenty-five silver dollars, and he still has twenty silver dollars a day. The income - unfortunately, after the completion of Yihong Building, I am afraid that I will no longer be able to get this part of the money.
If he were bolder, the players could also take the money from the construction site during the day, but that would be too greedy, and the players would definitely notice something wrong.
"Twenty-five silver dollars..."
Han Dongwen held a makeshift money bag made of old cloth in his hand, feeling a little more confident.
"Xiaoyang?"
Hearing someone calling him next to him, Han Dongwen immediately looked up and found that it was Uncle Kun and Da Bian who had gotten up in the morning.
When there are no escort arrangements for building materials, they also go to the construction site to grab work. Players and NPCs rush to eat this meal together. It is no wonder that Yihong Building has made such rapid progress in a short period of time.
"Wow, Uncle Kun really didn't lie to me, you are indeed the uncle of the inner sect!"
Da Bian walked up enviously, his eyes lingering on Han Dongwen's white robe, and he said enviously.
Han Dongwen glanced inadvertently and saw Da Bian's hand holding his own pants a little awkwardly. He had obviously just wanted to come up and pat Han Dongwen's shoulder as usual, but his hand was blocked by his clothes.
"Big side!"
Han Dongwen grinned and raised his hand: "Look, the clothes on the inner door are really good. Wear something that is not cold. You can touch it and see!"
"I……"
Da Bian hesitated to speak, and touched his bald head: "I can't stand it anymore, you white clothes..."
Han Dongwen raised his hand and grabbed Da Bian's wrist, startling him: "Ah! This...is it really hot?"
"I just told you, right?"
He smiled and patted Da Bian on the shoulder: "Why are you two going?"
Da Bian grinned sheepishly: "We're looking for something to eat in the morning, and it's time to go to work."
food?
Han Dongwen was in a trance for a while, remembering the traditional Chinese medicine boiled quail served by Chi Hanqing. He had already vomited all over it, and he was already hungry and panicked.
And if he waits to eat in the palace after waking up, the people in the imperial kitchen will make him wait for a long time. After all, this exquisite imperial meal is not created out of thin air. He has woken up late in the past two days, and he must not have started yet. Preparations.
"Take me one."
Han Dongwen immediately put his arms around Da Bian's shoulders: "Oh, I usually sleep during the day, I really don't know what I can eat in the morning!"
He said it early, which could be regarded as a hint that he had eaten something at night, otherwise people would be suspicious.
The three of them walked around from the work shed. There were several noodle stalls not far away. A large pot was set up in the middle of the cart. They took dry wood and set it on the fire, and heated up a pot of boiling water. There are several long-handled noodle bags hanging on the side of the big pot. When the noodles are placed in the pot and cooked, they can be poured out directly through these noodle bags.
The most important thing about starting such a job early is to streamline the operation.
Pour the noodles into a bowl, sprinkle with chopped green onions and pour in spicy oil, then add salt and vinegar inside, break off two cloves of raw garlic, take a ladle from an iron pot and fill it with finely chopped red oil minced pork according to the price, and boil the last ladle of soup. When it is poured down, the red oil and green onion aroma of the minced meat are stirred up by the boiling heat, and it is a bowl of breakfast noodle soup that can be heated until noon.
This is a smoky folk snack that is not available in the palace. Han Dongwen swallowed his saliva while looking at the noodle stall. Next to him, Uncle Kun and Da Bian had already found a small table to sit down. He turned to them and asked:
"Uncle Kun, Da Bian, what do you two eat?"
Uncle Kun: "I want three taels of plain noodles."
Da Bian then said, "Give me five taels of plain noodles, Brother Xiaoyang, and give us some more garlic, that one will be more spicy!"
"ah?"
Han Dongwen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he felt a little uncomfortable. He turned around and asked, "Excuse me, how can I sell the noodles?"
The stall owner was an old woman who was busy hot-making the noodles. She said without raising her head: "Three or two or eight copper coins for plain noodles, or one or two coins for every two coins for extra noodles."
"No...isn't it somen?"
When Han Dongwen spoke, the lady stall owner stopped moving her hands, raised her head and saw the clothes on Han Dongwen's body, and her tone suddenly changed: "Oh, don't blame me, I really didn't see that you were from the clan just now. Why did you come to my stall..."
As the lady spoke, she wiped her hands on her apron uncomfortably: "It costs thirty-two-five coppers to add meat. It's the same as adding noodles. But the noodles we have here are only for the poor. How about you?" …”
Han Dongwen looked around. Isn't it true that most of the people eating noodles and breakfast here are contract workers?
"Two bowls of three taels, and one bowl of five taels."
He sighed and handed out a silver dollar: "Put an extra ten copper coins in each bowl and some garlic."
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