Chapter 53 The Stone Carving Has Me(1/2)
June 21st, 2 a.m.
"Lingling ~"
The harsh alarm clock ringing woke Zhao Changan who was not sleeping soundly.
Although it was already late at night, the windows were wide open and the electric fan was buzzing.
However, in the bedroom, it was still as hot as a steamer, and even the mat was hot.
Zhao Changan, who was sticky all over, took a cold shower.
"Click~"
Come to the kitchen and turn on the gas.
Mix it with water and flour and start making a paste.
At around 2:30 am,
Zhao Changan rolled up about forty pieces of rice paper written in small regular script into a straight roll.
Holding a small bucket of five-liter batter, holding a brush and a bag containing a few clothes and school uniforms.
A cigarette and a lighter were in his pocket.
Inside the schoolbag, he carried a book and a paper, all the remaining cash, as well as a household registration book and ID card.
Standing in the living room, looking around at the home where there is nothing valuable.
Close the door, lock it, go downstairs.
It was quiet downstairs, with eleven buildings in the entire compound and rows of square tiled houses.
They are all bathed in the dark with silver moonlight, covering up the garbage in the daytime like mountains and filth.
Zhao Changan came to the huge wall blackboard of Building 3 in the night.
The information on it is covered with recruitment, rental, sale and transfer.
He found a place with few advertisements and found a large three-legged chair nearby, which was supported by the wall.
"Swish swish swish swish swish~"
Begin to patiently apply paste on the blackboard evenly.
Then, he stuck a piece of rice paper full of small regular script firmly on it.
With such a high temperature, before dawn, all the moisture in the paste will be dried.
Glue rice paper and blackboard together tightly.
Unless you splash water and use a shovel, you will not be able to remove it at all.
After posting this picture, Zhao Changan posted one picture on the east gate and west gate of Yijian Compound.
Then, I carried a schoolbag with rice paper on my back and the clothes bag was clipped in the back of my own.
Hold the handlebar in one hand and hold the bucket in the other.
Riding a bicycle out of the courtyard.
Next stop,
Vegetable market,—
About two hours later,
4:30 am.
Under the yellow street lights and the faint moonlight, Zhao Changan rode his car on the empty road.
Arrived at the gate of the Construction Committee of the East New District,
last Stand.
——
Sunday, June 21.
The sky is clear.
5:40 am.
The ground was like a fire in the morning, and even the air it sucked in was filled with stuffy fire.
Zhao Changan ran to the door of Lao Zhou mutton soup restaurant.
At this time, Lao Zhou, his woman, son, daughter-in-law, and friend began to place tables and chairs outside.
There was no figure who had breakfast yet.
"Chang'an is here,"
Lao Zhou glanced at his watch, hurried into the house and gave Zhao Changan a large bowl of mutton soup, a meat cake, and a small plate of pickles.
Zhao Changan was not polite either and drank two large bowls of free mutton soup in one breath.
Drinking until he burps.
"Uncle Zhou, Aunt, I'm leaving."
"If you want to drink, come, let your parents come too."7
Old Zhou's face was filled with excitement.
Zhao Changan waved his hand and rode his bike straight to the construction site.
"Our father is still too honest. These things cost more than fifteen yuan. Even if you really don't give them money, can you just give them falsely?"
Lao Zhou's daughter-in-law muttered to her husband in a low voice.
"What do you know? Uncle Zhao didn't borrow money back then and drove a tractor to deliver it. Our dad had acute appendicitis, and it would be over later!"
Old Zhou’s son Zhou Yulin also lowered his voice.
He warned his newlywed daughter-in-law: "Don't let our parents hear this. Don't talk about these worthless mutton soup. Even if Uncle Zhao's family of three comes to drink it every day.
Besides, our family is a coolie, but we do make money, and we can earn a small amount of ten thousand yuan in a month. What is this?"
"I'm still a little bit small, I think you're proud!"
Zhou Yulin's wife slapped the man on the shoulder coquettishly.
——
When Zhao Chang'an rode to the construction site, the first-time workers were having a meal.
Early in the morning, there are winter melon and pork rib soup, tofu brain, fried dough sticks, spicy soup, and iced mung bean porridge.
In order to drink some cold drinks on the construction site in the hot summer, Niu Mengen bought four large refrigerators yesterday.
The workers cheered for the boss' kindness and righteousness.
Xia Changhai and Jiang Jie had not come here yet, which means that the entire construction site did not know what was happening outside.
Zhao Changan felt ashamed when he saw his parents staying up late and scolded Lao Niu for being jealous. As expected, he was jealous of his IQ.
After flying around, I went back.
Fortunately, I was extremely alert and spoken like a lotus, fooling me.
but,
The knife has been stabbed out now.
Let them know.
Zhao Changan walked into the kitchen where the big fan was turned on but was still hot.
I scooped up a full bowl of iced mung bean porridge and drank it in one breath.
"You didn't have class yesterday in Chang'an? You can move, but you can't wait until after the college entrance examination. I don't know that every day is as precious as gold to you now."
When Zhang Lishan saw her son, she was so angry that she came.
"It's a showdown, come and give you some appreciation for my little calligraphy."
Zhao Changan took out one of the last two pieces of rice paper with a smile on his face.
——
Xia Wenyang was awakened by a call from a technician in the compound.
Immediately, he drove to the west gate of the courtyard.
When I saw Xia Wenyang's car coming, except Ding Lianxing and several retired old workers.
The rest of the fun were scattered.
At this time, don't mess with this angry hungry wolf.
Prevent yourself from being thought about and settle accounts after autumn.
"Mr. Xia, right there."
To be continued...