Song Tan asked this, really worried.
After all, despite Zhao Fangyuan's repeated assurances, it is simply the default situation for everyone to renovate and build a house over budget and over time.
It's already April now, and if the house isn't finished by the time summer comes in July, everyone will suffer from being crowded together.
The person in charge became happy:
"Girl, you haven't seen serious houses being built in the village in how many years? Are you still worried about this?"
That's true.
Song Tan's only impression of building a house was when she was building a house and raising beams at home when she was a child. Her father mixed coins and wedding candies and threw them underneath...
But she was unlucky and only picked up a dime.
During that time, Ulan built a simple shed made of plastic sheeting not far away, with a gas stove underneath, and cooked next to the construction site.
Now that I think about it, I don’t know if I am eating rice or ashes.
But no matter whether this memory is bitter or sweet, just the courtyard of this ordinary bungalow at home has stretched the timeline very far.
The kitchen and the adjacent dining room and guest room were slowly added later.
The person in charge handed the tablet over:
"Don't worry, we don't cooperate with Xiao Zhao once or twice. In the past, it took a month to lay the foundation. What about now? Plan, dig trenches, dig trenches, dig steel bars and pour concrete one day at a time - then the excavator will Isn’t it better to go down with a shovel than to hum and work for a long time?”
"Don't worry," he promised.
"In three months, she even included your post-decoration time, right? It's more than enough!"
"Even if it takes time to dry the cement concrete in the middle, we won't waste this free time. We still have other work to do."
"Girl, don't worry. If you're anxious, we're anxious too. There's still work waiting for us later. If it weren't for Xiao Zhao's relationship, you'd have to wait until after autumn if you jumped the queue to build a house."
Not in autumn, there is a lot of life in autumn.
What's more, the people living in her house now have to squat in a row on the roadside to brush their teeth early in the morning. Where can they turn around?
The person in charge looks like he is in his 40s and is very capable. Now that he has all the good things to say, he also wants to praise his partners: "And the time Xiao Zhao has chosen for you is good. At the turn of spring and summer, it is neither cold nor cold." It’s hot and the days are long, and you can work from early morning to night.”
"And this season, there is basically no rain here. Even if it does, it rains hard and fast and stops soon. The construction period will basically not be delayed."
That's true.
When Song Tan was a child and wanted to be lazy while picking tea, this period was the most difficult because it never rained.
Zhang Yanping passed by and listened for a moment, and couldn't help being surprised: "Why is there so much detail in building a house?"
The foreman became proud: "What's the matter? We are professionals!"
"Then do you take care of the places where you eat and live?"
Song Tan confirmed again.
Their construction site requires a lot of people. If they want to eat at home, the seventh cousin will not be able to deal with them.
It seems that his body and energy are more than enough, but after all, at such an old age, Song Tan can't do such a stressful job. The whole family is like feeding pigs every day, and his appetite is big enough.
Fortunately, the person in charge said cheerfully: "You don't have to worry about this. We are used to it. As long as we free up the place, we can live in it for as long as we want. There are people who are responsible for cooking and cleaning up."
Since this was the case, Song Tan was completely relieved.
"Okay, if everything's ok, let's go and adjust the water and electricity in the old house first, and then we'll move in."
The efficiency of the engineering team is amazing, and they can't hold back.
…
Seeing that Song Tan had already led the engineering team to his grandfather's house in full swing, the seventh cousin walked around the yard twice and raised his voice again.
"Qiaoqiao, let's go pick vegetables!"
Ever since Song Tan asked Aunt Lianhua to bring the old lady from home to the yard, she was planning to move in the past two days. Although she didn't come, her work became more and more efficient.
So early in the morning, Qiao Qiao actually had nothing to do.
After taking care of the few treasures at home, he followed Xin Jun obediently back to his room to learn how to form words.
My sister said that if he behaves well, he will go to the amusement park next time. The amusement park is really fun!
He must work harder.
And school is really fun. He can now read the words on the amusement park.
Oddly enough, although he is silly and loves to play and make noise, he is also very calm when he sits down.
It felt much easier for Xin Jun to teach him than when he was a tutor.
After thinking about it for a while, he attributed this to the lack of performance pressure and campus requirements, so he felt happier instead.
Seeing Qiao Qiao closing the book and about to leave, he pointed to the mobile phone beside him:
"Qiaoqiao, your sister told me that you can broadcast more. Have you not broadcast recently?"
This is how Qiao Qiao makes money.
Only then did Qiao Qiao remember that Teacher Xin Jun had himself as a student, and he also had a group of students online.
Although they are relatively stupid and have to learn everything, they will not dislike it.
That's it... He's already a teacher. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if the students saw that he made a mistake in calculation?
Big people and small hearts have begun to have a lot of troubles.
But at this moment, picking vegetables is what he is good at!
Qiaoqiao regained her confidence and said, "Okay, I'll broadcast live right now."
He opened the app in a familiar manner and followed his seventh cousin out the door.
Xin Jun looked at the time——
have to!
It was only 8:40 in the morning.
Anchors who really want performance will never choose this unpopular time.
But Qiao Qiao's live broadcast...
Xin Jun already had the mentality of taking care of the cub in advance, and he was quite reasonable: as long as he is happy, that's fine.
Qiao Qiao was indeed very happy at the moment.
Because the seventh cousin didn't take him far, he just walked along the courtyard wall and into the ditch at the back.
The mobile phone lens has no technical content at all, it just captures the scenery in front of you.
The live broadcast room was notified, and more than ten or twenty viewers came in sporadically, and the growth was very slow.
[Look what I found, grandma, the anchor you follow has started broadcasting! 】
[It’s just less than nine o’clock. Host, I now believe that you really live in a rural area. This schedule is too unurban. 】
[The early bird catches the worm, and the early audience is Qiao Qiao. 】
[I asked again, where is that big, big dog? Big money to buy! 】
[It’s been laying the groundwork for so long, it’s time to post the link today, right? What’s a good selling point? 】
【that is! What do you want to sell? Hurry up, it’s not like I don’t spend money! 】
The thin figure of the seventh cousin walked in front, without any tools in his hand:
"Come on, let's pull out all the pumpkin vines in the ditch in the backyard today. Then we'll go back and demolish the house. It's a waste if we don't eat them."
(End of chapter)
