Hearing Zhang Xudong swear, the old Taoist looked down on Zhang Xudong and said:
"Are you still afraid of being struck by thunder? If the thunder from heaven can't blow you up, what else do you care about?
You said the ring was chopped into ashes, but you are still fine? Are you stronger and more durable than the ring?
"Master Dao, let's run fast! If you want to die slowly, you have to run fast.
You are faster than the wind and faster than lightning. Who can defeat you?
Besides, his surname is Zhang, and so is ours.
It's just that the old ones have nothing to do anymore, so they're just beating the young ones for fun, but they can't really beat them to death."
Zhang Xudong pointed to the sky and said.
"Well, I'll bring you a few more of these when I come back.
Let you race against thunder and lightning and improve your speed."
The old Taoist didn't ask any more questions. He would never believe that this kid had no secrets.
But everyone has some secrets. If someone doesn't want to talk about it, you can't pry into their secrets and make them feel annoying.
After the two foxes, one old and one young, had finished their game and drank their wine, they patted their butts and went down the mountain.
After returning home, the Taoist priest dressed up and did not even have time to eat lunch. He said goodbye immediately and ran away in a hurry.
When the framing master saw that it was noon, he also wanted to go home for lunch.
It took Zhang Xudong and the old lady a lot of persuasion before the person stayed to have dinner.
Zhang Xudong learned about it from a conversation with the master craftsman during dinner. It would take the master craftsman and his apprentice ten days to half a month to frame the two pieces of calligraphy.
The master came alone today, just to measure the size of the calligraphy and calculate the materials needed.
The best I can do today is to make the paste.
Zhang Xudong discussed with his grandmother and decided to just let the other party take the calligraphy away.
It’s not a good idea to have the master running back and forth for ten days or half a month.
But the old master refused to do it, saying that the responsibility was too great.
Although it is a bit troublesome here, you don’t have to worry about the safety of your calligraphy.
If you take it back yourself, you won’t be able to sleep at night.
He would probably be buried in his ancestral tomb before these two pieces of calligraphy could be framed.
The master craftsman asked for a room to be cleared out, and he prepared the other tools and materials himself.
Zhang Xudong thought about it and agreed, but he also asked the master and the others to have lunch here at noon.
You guys work, and we'll feed you. Isn't that a reasonable thing to do?
The old master also agreed, since he didn't even plan to ask for money for his work and materials.
Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how many people would rush to do it even if it meant paying them.
This was the first time that his son-in-law, the director of the Culture Bureau, had abused his power for personal gain.
Although this is a losing business, we are happy and proud of it!
As long as we are alive, we can show off in front of those old guys and make them angry to death.
After lunch, the master went back to prepare things while humming a little tune.
Zhang Xudong cleared out the west wing where the old Taoist slept and used it as a temporary studio.
From now on, when the old Taoist comes, he can find a place to sleep by himself and not worry about anything else.
After lunch, Zhang Xudong thought about going out to find some ways to buy some bricks, tiles, cement, etc.
This house has to be built quickly, I'm afraid this news can't be kept secret for long.
If everyone knew about it and came running to my house, it would be a big deal.
Zhang Xudong was discussing with his grandmother when a car horn sounded outside the door.
When Zhang Xudong went out and took a look, he could only grit his teeth.
There were four trucks parked in a row outside the gate, loaded with bricks, tiles and cement.
Director Feng was directing more than 20 young men from the Machinery Factory to unload the truck.
Zhang Xudong quickly went up to him and thanked Director Feng:
"Uncle Feng, you are such a timely help! I was just trying to find a way to buy these things, and you delivered them.
This saves me a lot of trouble. How much did it cost in total? Please calculate it for me. You have to add the shipping fee as well!"
Director Feng glared at Zhang Xudong and said:
"What's wrong? Are you looking down on the workers in our machinery factory? You are the only one who has a high level of consciousness, while we are backward in our thinking?
This was purchased with voluntary donations of one cent or two cents from all the cadres and workers of our machinery factory.
We didn't spend a penny of the factory's money, even the money for the car's gas was given to the factory.
If you want to give money, go to the factories one by one and return it to see if they are willing to accept it."
Zhang Xudong was stunned by what he said. How could he get his money back?
But it doesn't sound good to let others pay for building your own house.
Before the whole matter was fully understood, the county secretary and the county head came over with a few people.
After listening to Director Feng's account of what happened, Secretary Xu said with a smile:
"Comrades' ideological awareness is good and worthy of praise and study.
But things have changed a little.
After we returned yesterday, we reported this matter to the leaders of the Prefectural Party Committee.
The leader instructed that this matter must be taken seriously.
It is suggested that we take this opportunity to promote red education in our county.
After listening to the leader’s instructions, we realized that our vision was still too narrow!
So, we had a meeting all morning today.
Finally, it was decided to transfer a two-story courtyard next to the county government to Comrade Xudong.
The front yard is used as a red education base, and the back yard is used for Comrade Xudong and his family to live in.
This time, we plan to compile the deeds of all the heroes, models, and martyrs in our county.
All their deeds are displayed in the education base.
Let the general public know them, admire them, and learn from them."
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