Chapter 92: The disciple surpasses the master

"Boss, this is a good job! My second son's wife and I can make 30 kilograms."

Old village chief: “…”

"Why are you making such a fuss? Didn't you hear what Jiang girl said just now? They want those whose families are in financial difficulty. What's in financial difficulty in your family? Am I lacking food or clothes for you?"

The old village chief deliberately spoke more harshly, and his wife immediately wilted.

Since it concerns the man's reputation, she can't say that her family is not living well.

"Forget it, forget it. This job is so tiring just thinking about it. I won't go."

The old lady walked out of the hall muttering to herself, and the old village chief breathed a sigh of relief.

No, he had to settle the household registration tonight, so that his wife wouldn't go out and cause a bunch of people to block the house.

The old village chief didn't sleep all night, and when he woke up in the morning, he found that a lot of his hair had fallen out. He was worried that he had missed the person he wanted to get out again, so he quickly went to the stove and took out a piece of charcoal.

"Dad, what are you drawing so early in the morning?"

"Leave your dad alone and go eat your breakfast."

The old village chief was interrupted and almost forgot the family he wanted to remember. He glared at his son and went to the inner room with the wooden board.

He knew very few words, so he used small pictures to replace names. For example, the picture he drew when drawing lots to choose a house was the one he drew.

After he had memorized the twenty-two families, he thought about the other people in the village and made sure that these twenty-two families were the poorest and most honest. Only then did he carry the wooden board and go to the small stone house.

The old village chief had not been to the end of the village since he came back from the city, so he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the built courtyard wall.

This mother and daughter are really impatient. They bought the property just the day before yesterday and they had already built the courtyard wall in just two days.

Not bad, not bad. It is safer for the mother and daughter to have a courtyard wall.

The old village chief walked straight in and saw a pile of green bricks piled at the base of the courtyard wall. He was somewhat surprised and somewhat not so surprised.

After all, this girl works as a seller in a restaurant in the same city. She can be paid that much in a day's wages. She must earn even more. She must have enough money to build a small brick house.

A brick house is the dream of many people in the village.

It is also his dream.

It's a pity that he is old now and no longer has that ability.

The old village chief suppressed the envy in his heart and called Jiang Wan a few times in the yard.

It took a while before I heard Jiang Wan's reply.

The sound did not come from inside the stone house, but from outside the courtyard wall.

It turned out that the mother and daughter had gone to the Yin family over there to have breakfast.

"Village Chief, why are you here so early?"

Jiang Wan helped her mother sit down on the bench, and quickly brought a chair to the old village chief.

"Isn't this a good choice for you? I should have told you earlier so that I wouldn't have forgotten."

Yin Huaixi saw the densely packed wooden boards in the village chief's arms and understood immediately.

"Wanwan, go get some pen, ink and paper."

"Okay~"

Jiang Wan really didn't expect the old village chief to act so quickly. He is worthy of being the leader of the village. His understanding of the villagers is truly terrifying.

Twenty-two families were chosen at once.

Jiang Wan looked at the old village chief with admiration, but saw that his eyes looked tired and the bags under his eyes seemed to have grown bigger.

Did you not sleep all night?

It’s not good for an old man to stay up late. I should have gone to see the old village chief this morning.

"Village Chief, have you had breakfast?"

The old village chief shook his head and said in a normal manner, "I often don't eat in the morning. I'm not hungry. Grind it quickly and let your mother write it down. I'm afraid I'll forget it."

"How can this be possible? Skipping breakfast is bad for your health..."

Jiang Wan tugged at A Niang's sleeve, and Doctor Yin came on the scene immediately.

"Village chief, skipping breakfast for a long time is not a good habit. Skipping breakfast will cause insufficient Qi and blood, and you will be easily tired and lack energy. You will also become stupid and look old, and develop various diseases."

The old village chief blinked blankly.

Is that so? No wonder he feels he is getting old so fast.

"Don't disbelieve me, village chief. People who eat breakfast on time are usually healthy and energetic. You can tell the difference if you observe them more."

"Okay, okay, I promise to eat breakfast every day from now on."

The old village chief nodded obediently, and Jiang Wan had ground the ink. She asked her mother to write down the names of the people, and she used the stove in the stone house to crack an egg and make a bowl of sugar-water eggs.

She was afraid that if she knocked too much, the old village chief would refuse to eat. If she only knocked one, she might coax him into eating it.

Jiang Wan took great pains to finally succeed (force) the old village chief to eat the sugar-coated egg.

Yin Huaixi's list was also transcribed.

She read it over again, making sure there was no mistake in the name before putting the paper away.

I heard from Hutou's father and his family that the stove room at home will take at least two and a half days to build. We just need to notify the families on this list one night in advance and put it aside for now.

While the three were talking, Tiger-headed father and several bricklayers came in one after another. The old village chief walked around them and told them to work hard before he could take his plank home.

"The village chief is quite cute."

Jiang Wan recalled that when she first met the village chief, she was frightened by his cold face.

The current village chief is completely different from the previous one.

Is this what is called contrast cuteness?

"Wanwan, you stay in the stove. I'm going to take care of the herbs."

"Okay, okay."

Jiang Wan took out all the shells she had collected and sat at the door of the stone house, doing her handicraft while watching the progress in the stove room.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and only the roof of the small green brick stove room in the yard was left.

The stove in the stove room has been built and has been left to dry for two days. Although it is made of mud, the uncle who built the stove has very good craftsmanship and made it look smooth and beautiful.

There are three large stove holes and two small stove holes. The stove is so big that it almost divides the stove room into two rooms.

It may not be very beautiful, but it doesn’t matter, as long as it is practical.

The cupboard Jiang Wan ordered will take another two days to be completed, and the large water tank and jar of oyster sauce will not be delivered until tomorrow.

She decided to increase the amount of oyster sauce she would make in the new kitchen starting tomorrow, so she had to talk to the twenty-two families today about prying oysters tomorrow.

Xiao Yuanzi and Xiao Jinbao volunteered to act as messengers, calling people from each family to the new yard.

Jiang Wan felt a little ashamed. After all, it would take her a long time to remember dozens of names. But the two kids memorized them after reading them twice, which was really disappointing.

It is true that the Yangtze River's waves behind push the waves ahead...