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Zhao Hanzhang nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, father-in-law, for reminding me. You are old, I will listen to you."

The old man nodded with satisfaction, glanced at Fu Tinghan again, and carried the shovel to the other side to dig.

Fu Tinghan:......

He turned to look at Zhao Hanzhang and saw that she was looking at him happily, laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.

Fu Tinghan's mood suddenly calmed down. He just looked at her happily, and couldn't help but smile in his eyes.

After she had laughed enough, she said, "Hurry up and dig."

Zhao Hanzhang, Fu Tinghan and others followed and dug for half an hour. When enough soil was dug out, they began to drag the bamboo basket and fill it with soil.

Some people have to put it into sacks, and there are people who specially transport the packed mud.

Fu Tinghan had been immersed in pretending to be mud. The black-faced young man led another team over and arranged for them to come over to see the situation. Seeing this, his face changed and he immediately went up to ask Fu Tinghan, "How much mud did you transport?"

Fu Tinghan said: "Five baskets and twelve bags."

When the black-faced young man heard this, his expression softened slightly and he asked, "Where are the numbers you wrote down? Let me take a look."

Fu Tinghan paused, stopped and straightened up, shook his head and said: "No need to take notes, just keep it in my head."

The black-faced young man: "...can you remember it correctly using your brain? Use notes for me!"

Although Fu Tinghan found it troublesome, since it was his request, he obeyed. So he went to pick up a pen and paper on a bamboo basket, took out the pen, dipped a little ink and wrote the words basket and bag, and then at the back After memorizing the straight strokes, I remembered enough. I glanced at two more baskets filled with mud not far away, and someone was dragging them out, so I jotted down two strokes.

He put down the pen and paper, pressed them down, took the shovel and returned to the position to start filling the mud, and also helped to clear the gully dug out.

Although the black-faced young man yelled, Fu Tinghan didn't write it down immediately every time he pulled out a bag or basket. He still kept it in his mind. When the black-faced young man walked over, he slowly put down the shovel and stepped forward to pick up his pen. Note on Japanese paper.

The black-faced young man didn't know that he was taking notes. He came over and saw him recording seriously. He nodded with satisfaction. He glanced at the numbers on the paper, took them and went to the person who was dragging the dirt. He asked them one by one, and then went Asked the counting officer at the other end, and after confirming that it was correct, he took it back to Fu Tinghan and praised: "Well done, don't remember less, but don't remember too much. If you find that you are cheating, you will all be kicked out. You know ?"

Fu Tinghan agreed.

As soon as he left, he was about to put down his paper and pen. The refugee who received the two bags of mud shouted in the direction of Fu Tinghan as usual, "Two bags of mud--"

Fu Tinghan was about to continue digging in the mud when he caught a glimpse of a dark-faced young man looking back from the corner of his eye. He could only silently pick up a pen and paper to write down.

The black-faced young man left with satisfaction and went to inspect other teams.

Fu Tinghan put down the pen and paper resignedly, returned to his position and continued shoveling.

At this time, the old man's attitude towards him became much better, and he couldn't help but praise, "Young man, you have a good memory."

People on the same team also had a very good impression of him. Although he was a bit tepid in his work, as a literate captain, he could just be lazy and stop working. Just like other teams, he only had a pen and a piece of paper. Just stand in front of the paper and take notes.

But he was doing hard work with a shovel most of the time. He only picked up a pen occasionally, and his notes were not wrong. It is difficult for everyone to have bad senses.

This boy is good!

Even the old man said to Zhao Hanzhang again: "This young man is not bad. He should not be a heartless person."

Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help laughing again, and Fu Tinghan gave her a helpless look.

Digging and loading mud is very hard work. Even Zhao Hanzhang felt a little out of breath, and her palms hurt a little, but she also felt the pull on her arm muscles, and she began to make her movements regular.

She silently did the rough work, feeling the vitality emanating from her companions.

Yes, although their clothes are thin and their feet are wearing hole-in-the-wall cloth shoes or straw sandals, they are full of vitality. Everyone is working hard, and there is rarely sadness on their faces, waving hoes and shovels. You can even see satisfaction and smiles.

Especially when the gongs and drums started beating, at the first sound of the bell, they immediately dropped the tools in their hands and ran away.

It was obviously the first day for everyone, but they were so responsive that they immediately passed Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan and ran towards the place where the gongs and drums were beating.

When Zhao Hanzhang reacted, he immediately dropped his tools and pulled Fu Tinghan to run there. Then, despite the crowds, he received two multigrain steamed buns and a bowl of bean sprout soup with a wooden sign.

Although it is bean sprout soup, there are still a lot of bean sprouts given, that is...

Zhao Hanzhang looked around at the people pulling out two chopsticks from their sleeves, from their chests, and from their heads. She turned to look at Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan also looked at her silently.

Zhao Hanzhang stuffed the two steamed buns in his hand into his arms, then took the two steamed buns in his left hand, put her bowl on his left hand, stood up and said: "I'll break the branches, you wait here. I’ll wait.”

She ran towards the place where there were trees. After a while, she found a miscellaneous tree, broke off a thinner branch, and then broke out two pairs of chopsticks.

She handed a pair to Fu Tinghan, and the two of them squatted on the ground with the refugees, eating steamed buns and bean sprouts.

Fu Tinghan ate very carefully. He was not used to eating coarse-grain steamed buns mixed with a lot of wheat bran, so he needed to chew for a long time before swallowing.

Zhao Hanzhang ate ferociously, chatting with others while eating, "How many days do you plan to do this?"

"Of course I can do it for a few days."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded and asked, "Are you all from Luyang?"

"I am."

"I'm not."

This time, only some of the workers they recruited were refugees, while a considerable number were local refugees and poor people in Luyang.

Anyway, the Chinese New Year was coming, and everyone had nothing to do. The yamen was looking for workers, and after being offered money and two meals, everyone was willing to come.

There are a lot of people coming, including the refugees who are going to Yushantang. They are basically responsible for cooking, and some who are still in good health have to do light work in the fields. Anyway, everyone is used. Even children as young as six or seven years old were suffocating as they moved bricks one by one to the car, or moved them under the car one by one.

They all knew that this was to build a house where they would live in the future, so they worked happily with their feet on the ground.

After the group finished eating, they stood up and were about to go back when they saw someone turning over their tools. Everyone was startled and rushed forward, "What are you doing?"

When the other party saw them, they immediately dropped their tools, picked up their tools and ran away.

Zhao Hanzhang followed the others and ran forward to take a look. He saw that several tools on their construction site had been replaced. Some of the wooden handles were loose, and the iron plates of some hoes had chips.

Everyone was so angry that they gathered around Fu Tinghan and went to complain. Then the black-faced young man scolded Fu Tinghan in front of everyone, "...I can't even see my own tools, so what's the use of you?"

Fu Tinghan did not lose his tools:...

The black-faced young man roared one last time, "Find your own solution. If you don't finish the work, your wages will be deducted!"

Good night