Song Tan Jishi

Song Tan was really anxious when he asked this question.

After all, despite Zhao Fangyuan's repeated assurances, it is the default situation for everyone to build a house beyond the budget and time.

Now it is April, and when the summer heat comes in July, if the house is not built, then everyone will suffer if they huddle together.

The person in charge is happy:

"Girl, how many years have you seen a house being built in the village? Are you still worried about this?"

This is true.

Song Tan's only impression of building a house is that when she was young, her father mixed coins and wedding candies together and sprinkled them on the bottom...

But she was unlucky and only picked up a dime.

During that time, Ulan pulled up a simple shed with plastic sheets not far away, with a gas stove underneath, and cooked next to the construction site.

Now that I think about it, I don’t know whether I’m eating rice or ashes.

But no matter whether the memory is bitter or sweet, the yard of this ordinary bungalow at home stretches the timeline very far.

The kitchen and the dining room next to it were all added later.

The person in charge handed over the tablet:

"Don't worry, our cooperation with Xiao Zhao is not once or twice. In the past, the foundation would have to be drilled for a month. Now? It's planned, and the day is cleared up, and the day is tidied up. Isn't it better to go down with a shovel than to hum for a long time?"

"Don't worry," he promised.

"Three months, she even covered your post-renovation time, right? More than enough!"

"Even if it takes time to dry the cement concrete in the middle, we won't waste this spare time. There are other tasks to do."

"Girl, don't worry. If you're anxious, we're also anxious. There's still work to do. If it wasn't for Xiao Zhao, I'd have to wait until after autumn when you built a house and jumped in the queue."

Not in autumn, there are plenty of things to do in autumn.

What's more, those people living in her family now have to squat in a row by the side of the road to brush their teeth early in the morning, how can they turn around?

The person in charge is in his 40s, and he is not very capable. Now that he has finished his good words, he would like to praise his partner again: "Also, the time Xiao Zhao chose for you is good. Just at the turn of spring and summer, it is neither cold nor not." It's hot and the days are long, working from morning to night."

"And this season, there is basically no rain here. Even if there is, it will rain quickly and quickly, and it will stop soon, and the construction period will basically not be delayed."

This is true.

When Song Tan wanted to be lazy when picking tea when he was a child, this time period was the most difficult because it never rained.

Zhang Yanping passed by and listened to it at the moment, and couldn't help being surprised: "How much attention is there to building a house?"

The foreman became proud: "What's the matter, we are professionals!"

"Then do you clean up the places where you eat and live?"

Song Tan confirmed again.

They need a lot of people on this construction site, if they want to eat at home, Seventh Cousin can't stand it.

Judging from his body and energy, it is more than enough, but after all, at such an age, Song Tan can't do this oppressive job, and the whole family is like feeding pigs every day, and his appetite is big enough.

Fortunately, the person in charge said straightforwardly: "You don't have to worry about that, we are used to it, as long as we free up the space, we can live in this day after tidying up casually, and someone is responsible for cooking and tidying up."

Since this was the case, Song Tan was completely relieved.

"That's okay, if everything looks good, let's go here and adjust the water and electricity of the old house first, and we'll move right away."

The efficiency of the engineering team is astonishing, and their own side can't hold back.

...

Seeing that Song Tan had gone to grandpa's house with the engineering team in a hurry, Seventh Cousin walked around the yard twice, and raised his voice again.

"Jojo, we're picking vegetables!"

Since Song Tan asked Aunt Lianhua to bring the old lady into the yard, because she planned to move in the past two days, although she didn't come, the work became more and more efficient.

So early in the morning, Qiao Qiao had nothing to do.

After taking care of the family's treasures, he followed Xin Jun obediently and went back to his room to learn words.

My sister said, if he behaves well, he will go to the amusement park next time, the amusement park is really fun!

He must try harder.

And going to school is really interesting, he can read the words on the amusement park now.

It's strange to say that although he is silly and loves to play and make trouble, when he sits down, he can calm down very much.

Xin Jun taught him the feeling that it was much easier than doing tutoring when he was a tutor.

After thinking about it, he attributed it to the lack of grade pressure and campus requirements, so he felt happier instead.

Seeing that Qiao Qiao closed his book and was about to set off, he pointed to the mobile phone beside him:

"Qiao Qiao, your sister told me that you can live broadcast more, have you not broadcast live recently?"

This is Jojo's way of making money.

Only then did Qiao Qiao remember that Mr. Xin Jun had his own student, and he also had a group of students online.

Although they are relatively stupid and have to learn everything, they will not dislike them.

That is... he is already a teacher, if the students see that he has made a wrong calculation, will he be ashamed?

Big people, small hearts, also began to have a lot of troubles.

But at this moment, picking vegetables is his specialty!

Qiao Qiao then regained his confidence: "Okay, I'll broadcast live right now."

He opened the APP familiarly, and then followed Seventh Cousin out the door.

Xin Jun looked at the time——

have to!

It's only eight forty in the morning.

The anchor who really wants to perform will never choose this unpopular time.

But Jojo's live broadcast...

Xin Jun already has the mentality of raising cubs in advance, and he can think about it: as long as he is happy.

Jojo is really happy at the moment.

Because Seventh Cousin didn't take him far, but just walked along the courtyard wall, all the way into the ditch behind.

The mobile phone lens is not half-technical, and it directly captures the scenery in front of it.

The live broadcast room was notified that a dozen or twenty viewers poured in sporadically, and the growth was very slow.

[Look at what I found, the anchor you follow, grandma, has started broadcasting! 】

[It's only before nine o'clock, anchor, I now believe that you really live in the countryside, this schedule is too urban. 】

[The early bird gets the worm, and the early audience has Jojo. 】

[I'm here to ask again, where's the big big dog? A lot of money to buy! 】

【It's been a long time since it was laid out, so it's time to post the link today, right? What can I sell? 】

【that is! What do you want to sell, hurry up, it's not that I don't spend money! 】

The thin figure of Seventh Cousin walked ahead, without any tools in his hand:

"Let's go, tear up all the pumpkin vines in the ditch in the backyard today, and go back to the house. If you don't eat it, it will be a waste."