Chapter 50

Note: it's still one watch today, but the number of words is two watch, not to save the manuscript on the shelf. You can see from the number of pages.

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"Pa!"

Zhao qianju put five bricks on the ground and wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeves.

Then he raised his head and looked in awe at the roaring mechanical giant not far away.

I don't know how those people from the Wei family came up with this kind of thing called "excavator".

Is it the product of which smelter family?

I'm afraid the soil turned out by several rounds of dustpans of an excavator can be compared with the workload of three or four people for half an hour.

It takes seven or eight times to move bricks.

A huge foundation prototype was pulled out.

It's amazing.

In other words, since arriving at the construction site.

In addition to the excavator that opened Zhao Qian's eyes, there was another thing that almost surprised him off his chin——

The family named 'Huaxia' not only arranged for them to take a bath

Even sent clothes!

Or the kind of clean, clean, comfortable and good new clothes without any holes!

Even in the well-known Wei mansion, this is the treatment that will be enjoyed by long-term workers for more than ten years.

Not to mention the high quality of the cloth used in these clothes.

You can't tear it with force.

When the daughters of some rich families get married, I'm afraid they can't use such good cloth.

If there are any shortcomings

Those are the words on the clothes.

According to the steward of the Wei house.

These words are read as "magic capital Er Jian", and I don't know what they mean.

Anyway.

The strength of a family that can recruit so many excavators and distribute a large number of work clothes at the same time can be at least several times that of the Wei family.

Judging from the battle of the last animal tide.

In this family called Huaxia.

There may be many high-rise foundation builders, or even one or two jiedan monks sitting in the town!

"Drop bell -"

Just as Zhao qianju was thinking nonsense.

Suddenly there was a rapid ring in the distance.

At the same time, there was also a rough horn shouting in Mozambican language:

"It's time for dinner

You can put down your work and eat in the canteen! "

Zhao qianju stared at the direction of the horn.

After a few seconds, I swallowed some incredible saliva:

"Mother, there's really a meal at noon?"

You know, a few hours ago, when Zhao qianju arrived at the construction site.

Considering the physical strength of the refugees, the rabbits once arranged a simple breakfast for them.

Of course, this simple description is made from the perspective of the rabbit.

For Zhao qianju and them

A bowl of flour (or porridge), a white steamed bread, plus a dish of pickled mustard, dried tofu and peanuts

It was already a sumptuous meal.

I didn't expect to have a second meal after half a day!

We should know the reasons for the shortage of real estate in the greater Mozambique sector in recent years.

Many middle-level families only eat two meals a day.

Think of it here.

Zhao qianju's salivary glands involuntarily began to secrete some liquid.

Fold the bricks with the tailor's unique delicate mind.

He reached out and patted his clothes and wiped the dust away.

Then he trotted all the way to the canteen.

The canteen on the construction site is horizontally spliced by three huge military tents, with an overall length of 30x12m.

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 gathered at the entrance.

Under the guidance of several soldiers, the group of refugees formed a long line in an orderly manner.

Zhao qianju followed the crowd silently, lowering his eyebrows and nodding one step at a time.

As if he had made a big mistake for fear of being discovered.

In his past life experience.

Being made difficult or even beaten and scolded by the supervisor on the construction site is a common thing that can no longer be seen.

If you take a small pile of pickled mustard, you may get a burst of punches and kicks.

Sometimes the supervisor's hand is heavy, and it's not impossible to kick the dead.

Only when you flinch like a defeated dog can you be free from scolding.

However, just as Zhao qianju passed a certain position and silently recited "can't see me, can't see me".

A little soldier suddenly pulled his sleeve and shouted at him in big Mo language:

"Fellow, wait a minute."

Zhao qianju immediately jumped back like a conditioned reflex.

Without looking at it, he knelt down and kept kowtowing:

"I'm sorry, Junye, you have eyes but no eyes..."

This is a set of actions that go deep into Zhao Qian's bone marrow. Like identifying the material of cloth, it has become his instinct.

Maybe it's because I've never seen such a scene.

The little soldier was stunned for two seconds before he reacted. He quickly reached out to hold Zhao qianju's arm and wanted 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 start.

So he bowed faster, and the whole man buckled to the ground.

The little soldier's body is not generous, and Zhao qianju crawls to the ground with a very low center of gravity, so for a time, the little soldier really has nothing to do with Zhao qianju - can't knock others out with the butt of a gun?

But you can't let the other party kneel all the time.

First, Zhao qianju was about the same age as the little soldier's father. Second, new China had long abolished the kneeling ceremony.

So in love and reason, little soldiers can't accept each other's kneeling.

However, the two sides have no language, and the other side can't get up all the time.

So the little soldier bent his legs without hesitation and knelt down to the other party!

The refugees around burst into a burst of exclamation.

The exclamation mixed with local language soon pulled Zhao qianju back from his panic. As a result, as soon as he raised his head, he saw a young soldier kneeling face to face with him!

Zhao qianju immediately forgot to knock his head and stood there.

And opposite him.

Seeing that his' moves' were effective, the little soldier showed a trace of joy in his eyes.

He took out a bottle of hand wash free hand sanitizer from his waist and gestured to Zhao Qian in a less fluent big Mo language:

"Wash your hands before you eat."

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, the little soldier still kept his kneeling posture and neatly pulled up Zhao qianju's forearm.

Ignoring the dirt on his hands, he squeezed some hand sanitizer on it.

He rubbed his hands again.

Zhao Qian raised his hand subconsciously and rubbed his hands. The smooth and cold touch in his palm made him gradually return to his mind.

God, what just happened?

A son of a rich family knelt down to a refugee like himself?!

Then before he could react, the little soldier picked him up, bent down and patted the dust on his knees, and handed him a red rectangular plate:

"Fellow townsman, take this and make rice and serve vegetables."

The little soldier always has a very simple smile on his face, with pure eyes and no smell of nicotine.

Look at this smile.

Zhao qianju's nose suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of acid swelling.

He can't remember how long no one has laughed at him like this.

He took a deep breath, blinked hard, and forcibly squeezed back a little liquid that was about to overflow from his eyes.

He took the plate with red eyes and bowed heavily to the little soldier.

Then he quickly followed the refugees in front into the tent.

After entering the tent.

Zhao qianju's mind was shocked again.

"Mom... So many dishes..."

In the tent, dozens of pots were full of dishes, and a long food dragon of more than ten meters was placed on the table pieced together by several tables.

It's hot and fragrant.

Looking at the red and green dishes in front of me.

Zhao Qian didn't know what to do for a moment.

Just when he was a little distracted, a chubby cook came up.

The cook pointed to the empty plate in his hand and said enthusiastically in Damo language with obvious local accent:

"Fellow, my name is Wang pangzi. What would you like to eat?

You can be more energetic! We will never shake our hands! "

Zhao Qian swallowed his saliva, looked around the food table, and sniffed gently with his nose.

Tentatively point to a basin:

"This?"

"No problem!"

Wang pangzi rolled his sleeves and scooped up the biggest fish:

"A stinky mandarin fish! What else do you want?"

Perhaps he was infected by Wang pangzi's hearty laughter, and Zhao qianju had more courage:

"This... This... This... And that..."

"OK.

Stinky tofu, stinky amaranth stem, another bowl of snail powder, a pile of durian crisp and a bowl of bean juice! "

In a few minutes.

Zhao Qian walked out of the tent with a stack of Wu fan.

For the convenience of the refugees.

The rabbits specially prepared hundreds of medium-sized sunshades.

Plastic tables and chairs are placed in each sunshade, which can allow six to ten people to eat. (tableware differences are selectively ignored)

Just as Zhao Qian held up his tray and was ready to find an empty place to eat.

Suddenly someone shouted his name.

"Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao!

There's still room here, here, here! "

Zhao Qian looked up in his voice and found that it was several familiar refugees.

He suddenly felt certain.

With a smile on his face, he walked quickly towards the sunshade.

After entering the shed, he put the tray on the table.

Say hello to several people at the same time:

"Pillar, ah Hua, mud... Ah, Tiemu, are you here too?"

One eyed Wang Tiemu nodded at him:

"The Chinese didn't refuse me, so I came."

Zhao Qian raised it at a good time. The topic of several people just started. It wasn't long.

After sitting down, I saw the "mud" bite the chicken leg and sigh:

"Unexpectedly, the master of the Wei family really didn't cheat us.

If I had known they would give me clothes, I would have brought my brother along. "

The others nodded and said yes when they heard the speech, but the refugee called "ah Hua" gave a cold hum.

The right foot was folded up and raised, and the sole of the foot stepped on the stool.

At the same time, put your right hand on your thigh:

"Do you really believe that this is the master of the Wei family?

If the Wei family had this ability, they might have lived in this corner for more than 100 years?

He hit donglincheng earlier! "

Then ah Hua picked his teeth with his fingernail, and the conversation turned:

"But one thing is, these Chinese people really don't lie.

Give clothes, food and three meals a day

See this thing on my plate?

I've never eaten fist sized meat in my life!

Oh, by the way, they seem to say they will give money? "

Hear the word money.

One side was burying his head to pick up the pillar of rice, raised his head, swallowed the bulging food in his mouth, and hesitated:

"That's true, but who knows if the salary will be deducted.

When I worked in donglincheng, I had never seen a steward who didn't deduct money before.

After all, money is not the same as grain. Grain can be given directly to us, but money is paid only after accounting. "

Mud nodded and agreed:

"That's true.

Don't mention the east facing the city. Don't several families in chixian City deduct money?

Last time I worked as a part-time worker for the Chang family in Tianxiang square. The agreed 30 copper coins finally deducted 50% of me. "

After picking his teeth, ah Hua spit out a piece of vegetable leaf, showing a transparent posture of people coming over:

"Fifty percent, that's a small number. Families in the world are generally black and do not deduct money. Is that still called Haozu?

It's called pocketing, okay?

The whole Mo world is like this. The green on the top of the head... If you don't change in the daytime, this kind of thing won't stop. Chinese people can't avoid it. "

Wang Tiemu showed a trace of anger on his face and was preparing to refute.

Zhao qianju next to him put down his chopsticks first and said in a deep voice:

"I don't think these Chinese will cheat us. They won't deduct our wages."

The pillar looked at him in surprise:

"Uncle Zhao, don't you believe these Chinese people most?

If your sister-in-law hadn't been seriously ill and short of money, you wouldn't have come this time.

You told me when I was on the bus that there was no place in this world without deducting money.

If we finally get 60% of the money, we'll bow our heads and admit it. There's no need to make trouble. "

Zhao qianju was silent for a few seconds.

The figure of the little soldier kneeling and the bright smile of the Fat Chef flashed in my mind, and a warm current rippled in my heart.

He shook his head slowly:

"Now I believe it.

These Chinese are different from those families.

Because they

You really treat us like people. "