Chapter 50 A Day in the Life of Zhao Qianju (Part 2) [Two in one chapter]
"Snapped!"
Zhao Qianju placed five bricks on the ground and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeves.
Then he raised his head and looked at the roaring mechanical giant not far away with awe.
I don’t know how those people from Palace Master Wei’s family came up with this thing called an ‘excavator’.
Could it be the product of which weapon-refining family?
The soil turned out by a few buckets of an excavator is probably equivalent to the workload of three or four people in half an hour.
It only took seven or eight times to move bricks.
A huge foundation prototype was taken out.
It's amazing.
Speaking of which, from arriving at the construction site to now.
In addition to the excavator that opened Zhao Qianju's eyes, there was another thing that almost shocked his jaw -
This family named "Hua Xia" not only arranged for them, the refugees, to take a bath.
They even gave away clothes!
They are still the kind of brand-new clothes that are cleanly washed, without any rips, and made of comfortable and high-quality materials!
Even in Wei Mansion, which is famous for its reputation, this is a treatment that only long-term workers with more than ten years can enjoy.
Not to mention the fabrics used in these clothes are of extremely high quality.
It cannot be torn apart even if it is torn hard.
Some girls from well-to-do families may not be able to use such good fabrics when they get married.
I don’t know if it will be taken back in the future.
If I were to say, what are the shortcomings of these clothes?
Those are the words on the clothes.
According to the steward of the Wei Mansion.
These words are read as "Second Construction of the Magic City", but I don't know what they mean.
anyway.
A family that can recruit so many excavators at the same time and issue a large number of work uniforms must be at least several times stronger than the Wei family.
Judging from the battle situation of the last beast tide.
In this family called Huaxia.
There may be several high-level foundation builders and even one or two Core Formation Realm monks sitting in charge!
"Dinglingling——"
Just when Zhao Qianju was thinking wildly.
Suddenly there was a rapid ringtone in the distance.
At the same time, there was a rough trumpet sound shouted in Da Mo language:
"It's dinner time
Everyone can put down what they are doing and come to the cafeteria to eat! "
Zhao Qianju stared blankly at the direction where the horn sound came from.
After a few seconds, he swallowed in disbelief:
"Mom, is there really a meal for lunch?"
You must know that a few hours ago, when Zhao Qianju and his group first arrived at the construction site.
Considering the physical strength of the refugees, the rabbits once arranged a simple breakfast for them.
Of course, this is simply a description from the rabbit’s perspective.
For Zhao Qianju and others
A bowl of rice noodles (or porridge), a white flour steamed bun, a plate of mustard dried tofu and peanuts
That was already a hearty meal.
Unexpectedly, half a day has not passed and I can have a second meal!
You must know the reason for the lack of real estate in Da Mojie in recent years.
Many middle-class families only eat two meals a day.
Think of this.
Zhao Qianju's salivary glands began to secrete some kind of liquid involuntarily.
The bricks were stacked with a tailor's characteristic delicacy.
He reached out and patted his clothes, dusting them off.
Then he jogged all the way to the canteen.
The construction site canteen is made up of three huge military tents spliced horizontally, with an overall length of 30X12 meters.
The entrance is on the left and the exit is on the right.
When Zhao Qianju came outside the canteen, a large number of refugees had already gathered at the entrance.
Under the guidance of several soldiers, this group of refugees formed a long queue in an orderly manner.
Zhao Qianju followed the crowd silently, lowering his eyebrows and nodding step by step.
It was as if he had made some big mistake and was afraid of being discovered.
in his past life experiences.
It is extremely common to be challenged or even beaten and scolded by supervisors at a construction site.
If you take a small pile of pickled mustard, you may get punched and kicked.
Sometimes the supervisor is very harsh, and it is not impossible to kick someone to death.
Only by cowering like a beaten dog can you have a chance to avoid being scolded.
However, just when Zhao Qianju was passing by a certain location and silently thinking in his heart, "You can't see me, you can't see me."
A young soldier suddenly pulled his sleeve and shouted to him in Da Mo language:
"Fellow, wait a moment."
Zhao Qianju immediately stood up and ran back like a conditioned reflex.
Without even looking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed:
"I'm sorry, Master Jun, I'm short-sighted."
This is a set of movements that go deep into Zhao Qianju's bones. It has become his instinct like identifying the material of cloth.
Maybe it was because I had never seen such a scene before.
The little soldier was stunned for two seconds before he realized what he was doing. He quickly stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Qianju's arm, trying to pull him up from the ground.
However, in Zhao Qianju's eyes, this action was misunderstood as a sign that the other party was ready to take action.
As a result, he prostrated himself faster, and his whole body was pinned to the ground.
The little soldier's body was not generous, and because Zhao Qianju's center of gravity was very low when he was lying on the ground, there was really nothing the little soldier could do against Zhao Qianju - you couldn't knock him out with the butt of your gun, right?
But it is definitely not possible to keep the other party kneeling.
Firstly, Zhao Qianju was about the same age as the little warrior's father, and secondly, New China had already abolished the ritual of kneeling and worshiping.
Therefore, both emotionally and rationally, the little warrior could not accept the other party's kneeling.
However, there was a language barrier between the two parties, and the other party never got up.
So the little warrior bent his legs without hesitation and simply knelt down in front of the opponent!
The surrounding refugees suddenly burst into exclamations.
The exclamations mixed with the local language quickly pulled Zhao Qianju out of his panic. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a young warrior kneeling face to face with him!
Zhao Qianju immediately forgot to kowtow and just stood there in a daze.
And opposite him.
Seeing that his 'move' was effective, the little warrior's eyes showed a hint of joy.
He took out a bottle of hand sanitizer from his waist and gestured to Zhao Qianju in Damo language, which was not very fluent:
"Wash your hands first, then eat."
Seeing that the other party did not respond, the little warrior still maintained his kneeling posture and neatly pulled up Zhao Qianju's forearm.
Not paying attention to the dirt on his hands, he squeezed some hand sanitizer on them.
He rubbed his hands together again.
Zhao Qianju rubbed his hands subconsciously, and the smooth and cold touch in his palms gradually brought him back to his senses.
God, what just happened?
A son of a wealthy family actually knelt down to a refugee like himself? !
Then, before he could react, the little warrior had lifted him up, bent down and patted the dust on his knees, and handed him a red rectangular plate:
"Fellow, take this, prepare rice and serve vegetables."
The little warrior always had a very simple smile on his face, his eyes were pure and there was no trace of nicotine.
Look at this smile.
Zhao Qianju's nasal cavity suddenly felt an inexplicable soreness.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since anyone had smiled at him like this.
He took a deep breath, blinked hard, and forced back the little liquid that was about to overflow from his eyes.
He took the plate with red eyes and bowed heavily to the little warrior.
Then he quickly followed the refugees in front into the tent.
After entering the tent.
Zhao Qianju's heart, which had not yet calmed down, was shocked again.
“Oh my god, there are so many dishes”
In the tent, dozens of pots were filled with dishes, and a long queue of more than ten meters long food was placed on several tables put together.
Steaming hot and fragrant.
Looking at the dazzling array of red and green dishes in front of me.
Zhao Qianju didn't know what to do for a while.
Just when he was lost in thought, a chubby cook came over.
The cook pointed at the empty plate in his hand and said enthusiastically in Damo dialect with a distinct local accent:
“Fellow, my name is Fatty Wang, what do you want to eat?
Be more energetic! We will never shake our hands! "
Zhao Qianju swallowed, looked around the menu table, and sniffed lightly with his nose.
He tentatively nodded towards a basin:
"this?"
"no problem!"
Fatty Wang rolled up his sleeves and scooped up the biggest fish:
"One stinky mandarin fish! What else do you want?"
Perhaps infected by Fatty Wang's hearty laughter, Zhao Qianju became bolder:
"This. This, this and that."
"okay.
Stinky tofu, stinky amaranth stems, a bowl of snail noodles, a stack of durian cakes and a bowl of bean juice! "
A few minutes later.
Zhao Qianju walked out of the tent carrying a stack of lunch.
In order to facilitate the dining of refugees.
The Rabbits specially prepared hundreds of medium-sized awnings.
Plastic tables and chairs are placed in each awning, allowing six to ten people to dine. (The difference in tableware is selectively ignored)
Just when Zhao Qianju was holding the tray, he was about to find an empty seat to eat.
Suddenly someone shouted his name.
"Old Zhao, Old Zhao!
There's room here, here, here! "
Zhao Qianju looked along the sound and found that it was several familiar refugees.
He immediately felt certain.
With a hint of a smile on his face, he walked quickly towards the awning.
After entering the shed, he placed the tray on the table.
He greeted several people at the same time:
"Zhuzi, Ahua, Niba... Hey, Tiemu, are you here too?"
The one-eyed Wang Tiemu nodded towards him:
"The Chinese didn't reject me, so I came."
Zhao Qianzhu came at the right time. The conversation between them had just started not long ago.
After sitting down, ‘Niba’ took a bite of the chicken leg and sighed:
“I didn’t expect it, I didn’t expect that the head of the Wei Mansion really didn’t lie to us.
If I had known they would give me clothes, I would have dragged my brother over with me. "
The rest of the people nodded in agreement when they heard this, but the refugee named "Ahua" snorted coldly.
He put his right foot up and raised it, placing the sole of his foot on the stool.
At the same time, he placed his right hand on his thigh:
"Do you really believe that this is the head of the Wei family?
If the Wei family had such ability, could they have stayed in this corner for more than a hundred years?
They had already reached Donglin City! "
Then Ah Hua picked his teeth with his fingernails and changed the subject:
"But there is one thing to say, these Chinese people are indeed not lying.
They were given clothes and food three times a day.
Have you seen this thing on my plate?
I have never eaten meat the size of my fist in my life!
Oh, by the way, they also said they would give you money? "
Hear the word money.
Zhu Zhu, who was immersed in grabbing rice at the side, raised his head, swallowed the bulging food in his mouth, and said hesitantly:
“That’s what I say, but who knows if wages will be deducted.
When I worked in Donglin City before, I never saw a manager who didn't deduct money.
After all, money and food are different. Food can be given directly to us, but money has to be paid through accounting. "
Niba nodded and agreed:
"That's true.
Not to mention Donglin City, aren't there a few families in Chi County who can deduct money?
Last time I worked as a part-time worker for the Chang family in Tianxiangfang, I was promised 30 coppers, but in the end I was charged 50%. "
After picking his teeth, Ah Hua spat out a piece of vegetable leaf and showed a transparent attitude:
"Fifty percent is considered a small amount. The families in the world are generally black. If a family doesn't deduct money, can it still be called a wealthy family?
This is called lining your own pocket, do you understand?
This is the case in the entire Great Mo Realm. If the blue and white sun above our heads does not change, this kind of thing will not stop, and the Chinese people will definitely not be able to avoid it. "
Wang Tiemu showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face and was about to speak out to refute.
Zhao Qianju next to him put down his chopsticks first and said in a deep voice:
"I don't think these Chinese people will lie to us, and they won't deduct our wages."
Zhu Zhu glanced at him in surprise:
"Uncle Zhao, don't you distrust these Chinese people the most?
If your sister-in-law hadn't been seriously ill and short of money, you wouldn't have come at all this time.
You told me in the car that there is no place in this world where money is not deducted.
If we can get 60% of the money we finally get, we will just bow our heads and admit it, and there will be no need to cause trouble. "
Zhao Qianju was silent for a few seconds.
The figure of the little soldier kneeling and the fat chef's hearty smile flashed in his mind, and a warm current rippled in his heart.
He shook his head slowly:
"Now I believe it.
These Chinese people are different from those families.
because of them
They really treat us as human beings. "
Note: Today is still one update, but the number of words is equivalent to two updates. I am not saving the manuscript for publication. You can know it by looking at the page number.
Of course, the two-in-one is for the coherence of the plot. The number of words will definitely not be exactly right. Sometimes it is more and sometimes it is less, but the approximate amount is the same.
Dear readers, can you let me see the tickets in your hands?