After experiencing the rural mat for 81 years, Sang Bai's attention was concentrated on Chen Dongsheng's house for the next few days.

The work behind the beam is simple as soon as it is on.

All the beams were laid, and then the bamboo boards were nailed. After the bamboo boards were nailed, straw was laid on the board, and a layer of straw was laid on it, and then straw was laid on it. When a few layers were about forty centimeters thick, the roof was ready, and finally a ridge tiles were laid on the ridge, and Chen Dongsheng's new house was officially completed.

It was so fun to see that Sang Bai finally remembered that he had nothing to do here, and he forgot what he promised Yu Zeshan.

When he remembered this, he wanted to find the contact information that Yu Zeshan left for him, but he searched all his pockets but couldn't find it.

So Sangbai had to go to the county in person. Anyway, he knew that he was from the Foreign Trade Bureau, so he would find out after asking around. In this era, there is no saying of commercial housing. People from any bureau and any factory live in the same courtyard. As long as he knows the name, he is sure that he will not be able to run away in this unit.

When Sang Bai remembered it, four or five days had passed since the agreed time with Yu Zeshan. Sang Bai decided to find someone. It didn’t matter whether he sold the things or not. At least he had to give someone some news.

I decided to go, and Sangbai was preparing to make some morning, so I took the lantern at 2 o'clock in the morning and borrowed a chariot from the village and pulled it to the town with a big bull.

The big bull was very powerful and ran so happily. Although it was not as fast as a mule, it was faster than a No. 11 car that relied on Sangbai, right?

When it was just dawn, Sangbai rushed to the town and saw that there was no one around. Even the big bull cart was sent into the space, and he went to the town to take the car with his legs.

When I arrived at the parking station, I found that the door of the car was still closed. I went up and asked, and the train was departing at 9 a.m., so Sangbai had to walk around the town.

After turning around, we arrived at the door of Lu Dayou's house.

It was a coincidence that I happened to meet Lu Dayou's wife going out.

"Hello, from Liushu Village?"

"Yes!" Sang Bo said politely.

The woman asked, "Selling food"

"No, I'm going to go to the county, I'm a little early," said Sang Bo.

"You don't leave at 9 o'clock in the morning. You're not a little early, but two hours earlier," the woman smiled.

"It's okay, it's only two hours after circling around," Sang Bo said with a smile.

"Then you are busy," the woman said and pointed her finger.

Sanba said: "You are busy with yours."

Just one polite way to do your own things.

After walking a few steps, Sangbai saw an old man sitting at the door, holding a carving knife in his hand and carving something. Anyway, Sangbai stood by and looked at him. The old man looked up and glanced at him, and Sangbai gave him a smile.

The old man withdrew his gaze and carved things attentively, while Sang Bai stood by and looked at it without saying a word.

From Sang Bai's perspective, the old man's craftsmanship is great. At least the carved characters are round and smooth, and they are not craftsmanship that a novice can have.

After looking for a while, the old man entered the house without saying a word with the uncarved things. Sangbai also circled around and saw that the store opened, so he went in and walked around.

"Comrade, what are you going to buy?"

The state-owned clerk is just tough. When he saw Sang Bai entering the door, he said hard, "Look at this way, if Sang Bai doesn't buy anything, he will immediately give you a slight face."

"I don't have any tickets," Sang Bo said with a smile.

"Smoke, don't have tickets for these types of cigarettes." The salesperson reached out and swept the glass counter.

Sang Bai stretched his head and looked at it, reached out and clicked: "Broke Hongta Mountain for me."

Hongta Mountain is one and two. People in the 1980s thought it was expensive, and Sangbai felt it was still successful. Of course, the premise is not to ask him for a ticket.

In the eighth year, the most troublesome thing about Sangbai was one word: ticket!

When Sanbo mentioned this word, he felt heartbroken.

The salesperson was stunned for a moment when he heard this, looked at Sang Bai and asked, "Are you sure?"

"If you don't have a ticket, I'll buy it." Sang Bo looked at it and said.

Who knew that the salesperson directly retorted: "If you don't have the ticket at this price, it's your turn to buy it. You know that there is an indicator that this cigarette will be 2.7 yuan when you go out! If you don't sell it, go out quickly!"

After hearing this, Sang Bai thought to himself: Hey, look how tough the waiter is now! The customer who can be called up was stunned.

Thinking of this in my heart, Sangbai left the shop and continued to wander around. There was nothing to do in the town, so after walking around, Sangbai stood behind the old man again.

"Little comrade, are you okay?"

The old man thought this kid was strange, he was the only idle person on the street.

"I'll wait for the car to go to the county. I really like your skills," said Sang Bo.

"Do you like it?" The old man was very surprised.

No one likes this now? The old man himself just passes the time at any time. Not to mention others, the old man thinks that this craft is outdated.

Sangbai and the old man represent two eras. In the old man's era, everything abroad is good, but domestic things are not as good as foreigners. In the Sangbai era, many people think that the foreign countries are just that! Our domestic products are also very good.

At this moment, Sangbai was thinking about doing something in his mind when he saw the old man's skills.

"Can you make a table?" Sangbai asked.

The old man said, "How old are you going to be?"

"The normal Eight Immortals Table carved with the story of the Eight Immortals..." Sang Bai described it for a moment.

"Fifty yuan" said the old man.

Sanbo asked, "What material is good?"

"El, beech, the worst pine wood," said the old man.

"Is there anything like sea yellow?"

The old man turned his eyes on Sang Bai after hearing this, and turned around and entered the room without saying a word.

Sang Bai looked at the old man's back and scratched his head, not knowing where he was wrong.

I have never seen the so-called solid wood of Haihuang, Rosewood, etc., but I always hear people mention it. Now that I have returned to the so-called solid wood in the 1980s, he is a little disliked. There is no way, and I will be floating around as soon as I travel through time! Others wear it to be emperor, so it is not too much for Lao Sang to get a few pieces of Haihuang Rosewood furniture?

Who knew that as soon as Haihuang was out, the old man rolled his eyes and ignored him.

After standing in disappointment for a few seconds, Sang Bo saw that the old man had closed the door, so he had to turn to the station. When he arrived at the place, he found that the car had arrived and the door was open, so he climbed onto the car and found a seat next to the door and sat on it.

Gradually, there were more people, and they were still the same smell, and they were still noisy, and the chickens crowed and the ducks crowed very lively.

The driver was still the same red face. I don’t know if this person is addicted to alcohol or something. Every time Sangbai takes a bus, he looks like this.

The ticket seller is still the same, and the service is still undeniable. As soon as the car door is closed, the ticket seller started from the front door and shouted at the top of his voice to buy tickets. The tickets were bought! Taojiazhuang five cents, Xujiaji one cents, etc.

After arriving at the county town, Sang Bai got off the car and asked a few people, and then he knew where the Foreign Trade Bureau was.

The county town is so big now, and all the institutions and hospitals are within ten minutes' walk, so it is so easy to find someone with a unit in this era.

"What are you doing?"

When they arrived at the door, Sang Bai was stopped by the old man who was guarding the door.

"My name is Yuze Mountain," Sang Bai asked.

The guardian looked at the door and said, "Are you looking for Section Chief Yu? Who are you?"

"I'm his friend," said Sangbai.

The guardian looked at Sang Bai and said hard: "Wait here!"

Back in the room, he started to shake the phone.

Sang Bo is quite curious about this thing. He is a big and thick phone with a shaking handle next to him, which looks particularly interesting.

In a short while, Yuze Mountain came down.

When Yu Zeshan saw Sang Bai, he was happy: "I have been looking forward to you for many days."

"Sorry, this matter is a little harder and it takes a little time," said Sang Bo.

"Let's go, my family says to go," Yu Zeshan said enthusiastically.

After saying that, he thanked the old guard.

Following Yu Zeshan, Sang Bai also lamented in his heart that people of this era were too simple. After forty years, how many people dared to bring the people they just met to their homes. Not to mention the people they knew, even the neighbors rarely met.

Yu Zeshan’s home is not far away. Within five minutes of walking, it is the foreign trade employee family yard. There are two small buildings in total, one in front and one behind, and one in the middle.

Not long after the building was newly built, it was no longer the old-fashioned tube building, but it was a bit close to the commercial house behind it. However, the corridors were dark and very narrow, and the ones that were sealed were cement tiles, which were breathable all year round.

Yu Zeshan's house is on the third floor. After opening the door, it is a small living room, a sofa, a TV cabinet, and a square table, which almost fills the living room. There is a TV set on the TV cabinet, and it is impossible to see what it looks like, because it is covered with a printed TV cover.

Obviously, Yu Zeshan bought TV not for himself.

"Enter, the family is relatively small."

Yu Zeshan politely sat Sang Bai on the sofa and then started pouring water for Sang Bai.

"Have you decided which one to want?" Sangbai asked.

Yu Zeshan said with a wry smile: "I want to buy a color TV, but the money is really not good at it. Since this is the case, it's still black and white. The fourteen-inch old man looks not small anymore."

After hearing this, Sang Bai replied, "That's simple. I'll bring you the things in the afternoon. Can you see if it's OK?"

Yu Zeshan said: "Yes, I will wait for you at home at that time. Let's make an appointment. What do you think about it at one o'clock?"

After saying that, Yu Zeshan asked casually: "How did you get it here? I came by riding a bicycle?"

Sang Bai replied: "It's okay at one o'clock, and I'll bring it to you then. Because I don't have a bicycle yet."

Yu Zeshan was stunned when he said this, and after a while, he asked, "Do you don't have a bicycle?"

Yu Zeshan didn't understand that this person could get color TV, but he didn't have a bicycle.

Seeing Sang Bai nodded and asked again, "Why don't you buy one? It's much more convenient to have a car. I want to come to the county town and get there with just a kick."

"I want to buy it too, but I can't get the ticket," said Sang Bo.

"Then it happens. I'll get you a ticket, but it's not a famous brand. Tickets like Phoenix, Yongji and Feige are all sought after. Our unit wants a lot of people. I'll get you a ticket produced by the city bicycle factory," said Yu Zeshan.

Sang Bo repeatedly said, "Thank you so much, how do you calculate the money?"

Yu Zeshan waved his hand in a grand manner: "What's the money? I might want to buy a color TV in the future and have to find you."

"Then I'm not polite." When Sang Bo heard this, he stopped saying anything.
Chapter completed!