bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 89 The First Pot of Gold
The night passed quickly, and Han Dongwen promised to the players that he would teach everyone new techniques when the progress of the Yihong Building here reached [-]% of the completion.

After all, the old saying is good, teach the apprentice, starve the master to death, let's give them two skills for a while, if you want new ones, you have to do the work quickly to be true.

It was almost dawn, and Han Dongwen walked back to the shed area swaggeringly, looked back and forth, and suddenly smiled:

"Brother Li!"

Brother Li who was in front of him heard someone calling him, turned around to look, and immediately shivered, trotted forward, rubbed his hands and smiled: "Oh, Brother Xiaoyang, you are now a disciple of the inner sect, what are you doing?" You can call me Brother Li, it's not appropriate, it's not appropriate."

He looked flatteringly at Han Dongwen's brand-new inner school clothes—the one on Li Ge's own body was obviously a little old, and although he took care of it like a baby, it was really old-fashioned now.

"Brother Xiaoyang, if you have anything to do, just tell me Lao Li, and I will appoint you to help!"

Han Dongwen could see what kind of guy he might be, and he didn't care, he just shrugged his shoulders: "Brother Li, there are some temporary contracted labor on the construction site and a rush period, I arranged for an overnight stay, there should be 24 or [-] people in total, the price It was a good talk, and I only need to pay them eighty copper coins for one night's work."

The price Han Dongwen said was extremely low. For eighty copper coins, he could only stay in the cheapest inn for one day.

Brother Li was a little hesitant at first, but he obviously relaxed when he heard Han Dongwen's price: "Eighty copper coins, one night? Where did these people come from?"

"Maybe it's the refugees who went north from Haizhou, who knows." Han Dongwen shook his head disapprovingly: "Based on 25 people, [-] copper coins, [-] silver dollars a night, you will give it to me after you go to the construction site for inspection. ?”

After hearing this, Brother Li quickly showed a greasy smile: "Where is it, brother Xiaoyang, I will pay you from the account of the work team, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

He turned around and spread the account book in his hand on a wooden box as a table, took out a stick of charcoal from his belt, and wrote down the numbers, then took out a money bag, and counted out twenty silver dollars in a rather trivial way, smiling all over his face. It was stuffed into Han Dongwen's hands:
"Brother Xiaoyang, you take the money first, and I'll go to the Zongli newspaper later, so as not to delay your business!"

Han Dongwen was stunned for a moment before he realized that Brother Li's power was indeed too limited, and he couldn't walk around with the project money on him all day long. Now, just to show his favor, he paid for it himself.

"Then thank you Brother Li."

One bird in the hand is better than two in the bush, Han Dongwen naturally understands this truth.

With the twenty silver dollars he took from Brother Li, plus the wages for the first few trips of the Emperor No. 25 plane, he now has a huge sum of less than [-] silver dollars, and there are still twenty silver dollars a day. ——Unfortunately, after the Yihong Building is completed, I am afraid that I will never get this part of the money again.

If he is bolder, the players can also get the money they spend on the construction site during the day, but that is too greedy, and the players will definitely find something wrong.

"25 silver dollars..."

Han Dongwen propped up the impromptu money bag made of old cloth in his hand, barely feeling a little more confident.

"Xiaoyang?"

Hearing someone calling him next to him, Han Dongwen immediately looked up, only to find that it was Uncle Kun and Da Bian who woke up in the morning.

When there is no escort arrangement for building materials, they also go to the construction site to grab work. Players and NPCs rush to eat this meal together. It is no wonder that Yihonglou has made such rapid progress in a short period of time.

"Wow, Uncle Kun really didn't lie to me, you are indeed the uncle of the inner sect!"

Da Bian came up enviously, his eyes lingered on Han Dongwen's white robe, and said enviously.

Han Dongwen glanced inadvertently, and saw Dabian's hands clutching his own pants awkwardly. He clearly wanted to come up and pat Han Dongwen's shoulder as usual, but was blocked by his clothes.

"Big side!"

Han Dongwen grinned and raised his hand: "Look, the clothes from the inner door are really good things. You can feel them if you don't feel cold!"

"I……"

Da Bian hesitated to speak, and touched his bald head: "I won't, you white clothes..."

Han Dongwen raised his palm and grabbed Da Bian's wrist, startling him: "Ah! This...is it really hot?"

"Did I just tell you?"

He smiled and patted Da Bian's shoulder: "Why are you going?"

Da Bian grinned a little embarrassedly: "What about us, find something to eat in the morning, it's time to go to work."

food?

Han Dongwen was in a trance for a while, remembering the traditional Chinese medicine boiled quail served by Chi Hanqing.

And if he waits to eat in the palace after waking up, the person in the imperial dining room has ordered him to wait for a long time. After all, this exquisite imperial dining room is not conjured out of thin air. He woke up late these two days, and he must have not started yet. Preparations.

"Take me one."

Han Dongwen immediately put his arms around Da Bian's shoulders: "Oh, I used to sleep a lot during the day, I really don't know what to eat for breakfast!"

He said it early, and it could be regarded as a hint that he ate something in the evening, otherwise it would definitely make people suspicious.

The three of them walked out from the shed, and there were several noodle stalls not far away. A large pot was set up in the middle of the cart, and a large pot was set up in the middle of the cart. Underneath, they took dry firewood and sat on the stove, and boiled a pot of boiling water.There are a few long-handled leaking noodle pockets hanging on the side of the cauldron, and the noodles can be poured out directly from the noodle pockets after they are put into the pot and boiled.

The most important thing to spread out such work early is streamlined operations.

Pour the noodles into a bowl, sprinkle with chopped green onion and pour chili oil, then put salt and vinegar into it, break off two cloves of raw garlic, take a spoon from an iron pot according to the price, and put finely minced red oil minced meat on it, and finally boil the soup with a spoon After pouring it down, the red oil and scallions of the minced meat are stimulated by the boiling heat, and it is a bowl of early noodle soup that can be hot until noon.

This is a smoky folk snack that is not available in the palace. Han Dongwen swallowed while watching at the noodle stall. Next to him, Uncle Kun and Da Bian had already found a small table to sit down. He turned and asked them:
"Uncle Kun, Da Bian, what do you two eat?"

Uncle Kun: "I want three liang of plain noodles."

Da Bian said, "Give me five taels of plain noodles, Brother Xiaoyang, give us some more garlic, that's exciting!"

"what?"

Han Dongwen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt uncomfortable, he turned around and asked, "Excuse me, how do you sell the noodles?"

The owner of the stall was an old woman who was busy boiling the noodles and said without raising her head, "Plain noodles cost three or eight copper plates, and extra noodles cost one tael for every two copper coins."

"No...not plain noodles?"

When Han Dongwen opened his mouth, the aunt stall owner stopped moving, raised her head and saw the clothes on Han Dongwen's body, and her tone suddenly changed: "Oh, don't blame me, I really didn't see that you are from Zongli just now, How did you come to my stall..."

As the aunt spoke, she wiped her apron uncomfortably: "Three twenty-five copper coins are added to the meat, and the noodles are the same, but the noodles here are eaten by the poor. How about you?" ..."

Han Dongwen looked around, and the people who eat noodles and breakfast here are mostly contractors?

"Two bowls of three taels, one bowl of five taels."

He sighed, and handed out a silver dollar: "Put an extra ten copper coins in each bowl, and add some garlic."

(End of this chapter)