"Pony is back?"
As soon as Ma Teng arrived at the gate, a voice came out from the dark shadow next to him.
Ma Teng almost didn't stop his kick and kicked him directly.
"I'm telling you, third uncle, when will you get rid of your habit of hiding in corners?" If he hadn't stopped him, or kicked him out, he probably wouldn't have gotten out of bed this year.
"It's nothing. Let's go out for a walk after dinner."
"You're really good at it. You just slipped into a dark corner. Okay, I won't chat with you anymore. It's your first day at work. After work, I went to Donglaishun with my group and had some drinks. I'm a little confused now, I have to go home." Ma Teng stopped chatting with Yan Bugui and carried his bicycle over the door steps into the yard.
Seeing Ma Teng about to leave, Yan Bugui took two steps and stopped him. "Little Ma, please don't leave. The third uncle wants to tell you something."
"Third uncle, can't you chat with us tomorrow?"
"Just two sentences, just two sentences."
"Okay, if you don't say anything today, I think my family will come back. Let's talk." Ma Teng put the car in place, sat in the back seat of the car, and looked at Yan Bugui.
Yan Bugui looked at the middle courtyard and lowered his voice and said, "It's not what the third uncle said. The first uncle is back. Be careful. I know that his hands are dark."
"Okay, you can see it all. Tell me, what's wrong?" Ma Teng came over and said, Ma Teng, a modern man, is becoming more and more interested in gossip. Why? It's not just boring. If anyone has a mobile phone in his hand, whoever wants to listen to this trivial matter can listen to it.
"Hehe, you can't say that. Anyway, just be careful." Yan Bu was so expensive that he started to handle it.
Ma Teng is tired of it. Hey, if you don’t want to say it, don’t say it. Am I still afraid of him? Is he guilty? Yi Zhonghai probably couldn't understand the game when Ma Teng was in trouble.
Ma Teng jumped out of the car and pushed the cart away regardless of Yan Bugui's pretense. He didn't catch him this time and walked very fast.
Yan Bugui was still waiting for Ma Teng to beg him, which would bring some benefits, but who would have thought that Ma Teng was so unruly.
Just as he was about to shout, Ma Teng had already pushed the cart into the middle courtyard.
The door of Yi Zhonghai's house was open, and several people were busy inside. Ma Teng didn't have the intention to check. In his last life, his drinking capacity was extremely bad, and in this life, he was not much better.
The amount of liquor is three glasses. According to Ma Teng's own estimation, he would have to lie down.
It's important to get home quickly.
Smelling like alcohol all the way, I finally reached the courtyard door, opened it, entered the courtyard, and locked the door.
After putting the car away, I went to the toilet. When I came out, I gave some food to the chickens who had been hungry for a long time.
A large bucket was moved out of the space and barely used as a bathtub.
Put out some of the hot water collected today, add some cold water, and stir it up.
Comfortable.
Ma Teng decided that he would do this every day from now on.
What's this? This is enjoyment.
While taking a bath, I was thinking about what Zhang Gong said today. Yes, my thoughts were too simple, and I felt a little bit self-conscious about it.
Ma Teng decided to start as an electrician. At least he could rely on his own advantages to reach the level 8 electrician within three to five years, and then use the level 8 electrician as a springboard to enter the engineering field. This would save at least ten years of detours.
Ma Teng is confident that he will become an engineer before he is 30 years old, but he must not be too young, otherwise he will become a national sensation. Ma Teng saw the news and said that there was an eighth-level worker in his 30s, which made it into newspapers across the country. , if Ma Teng gets an engineer, he will probably be more famous than that person, right?
Enter engineering, and then slowly move towards politics.
Ma Teng still didn't believe it. He was not the material to be an official. In his previous life, he wanted to take the civil service examination, but he had no background and no connections. Even if he got in, he would only be a junior section clerk. Becoming a section chief in this life would be a big deal. Then devote all your efforts to cultivating the next generation.
This is Ma Teng's life, clearly visible.
But what about this life? Infinite potential, infinite hope.
Even if Ma Teng didn't bother, if he could easily live for thousands of years, wouldn't the world just be left to his own devices? How wonderful your life should be.
But now? Enjoy life, starting from now on, for example... taking a bath.
Comfortable...
It would be much more enjoyable if I could have a little hand to rub it for myself.
Forget it, there are so many people who can't afford to take a shower, but I have to degenerate to enjoy some service. Oh, I really shouldn't.
When the water feels cold, put some away and put out some hot water.
What is collected is scattered in space.
By the way, I took a look at my vegetable garden, and it was pretty good. Even though it had only been planted for a few days, and it had been stimulated by an electric arc, overall, it was pretty good.
Especially the baby cabbage. Ma Teng estimated that he would be able to pick it and eat it in another week. It would be winter at that time. It would be so delicious to have some baby bok choy and make a mutton hot pot.
Thinking of mutton, Ma Teng thought of the dozen wild boars in the space, still staying in the still space.
That's the good thing about your own space, whether it's alive or not, you can take it.
correct?
Burning firewood in space can easily cause smoke, but what about burning carbon?
I have never tried this before, and my past knowledge has limited my thinking.
Quickly go rummaging through the supplies stored in the space.
It turned out that there was really no charcoal in the space, and Ma Teng had not seen any charcoal since he had been here for so long, so he only glanced at the waiter in Dong Laishun to put charcoal on the fire while eating hot pot today.
It seems that I have to find an opportunity to get some charcoal. Everything in my space has been chopped into wooden strips by Ma Teng, and I can no longer burn charcoal.
Or you can go to the boiler room tomorrow and look around to see if there is any coal there. If that doesn't work, just collect some coal from the boiler room and try.
You can't just hold on to space and not be able to eat meat.
I still have a bunch of pig heads, but I have to get the pig heads from outside first and make a list. Otherwise, if you don’t get anything, you will end up eating pig head meat. There is a saying that you have to find a way and it’s a headache.
Ma Teng, who was thoroughly washed and comfortable, crawled out naked from the bucket, put the bucket into the space, and just poured the water on the ground. He didn't use soap or anything, so there was no pollution at all.
Wipe off the water and get into bed.
Thinking that if it doesn't work out, he will go into the mountainous area, get some saplings out, and then find a place to burn some charcoal. However, this is a bit too time-consuming. For a bite to eat, Ma Teng doesn't think it's worth it.
After thinking about it, I still prefer the coal from the rolling mill, but it cannot be from the boiler room, but from the iron smelting workshop, where the best coal is burned, and it is also coking coal. This thing should not have much smoke.
Now that he thought of a solution, Ma Teng didn't worry so much and fell asleep comfortably.
