Xia Yu, who was destined to be a hard worker, rushed to the construction site and picked up the shovel bucket again to deal with the loess soil.
I forgot to bring the pillar today, so I have to make the butter myself.
Actually, this "tool person" wasn't idle at home either, after all, her mother was the best supervisor.
Without needing instruction, Xia Yu's speed instantly increased.
He was a naturally gifted driver, and with the added benefit of assisted driving, he caught up with the scheduled schedule before finishing work.
There was no way to walk back, so I hitched a ride on the foreman's pickup truck. I happened to be going to town to buy something, and there was an Asian supermarket in downtown Kongluga.
In the small town where Xia Yu's main business is located, there is a general store run by a Chinese person, but the owner's Mandarin is a bit difficult to understand.
I bought the tofu from him last time, but to be honest, it wasn't as good as Lao Chen's Mapo Tofu.
The ingredients weren't great, and the cooking skills were even worse; they relied entirely on pre-packaged meals.
No, the plan to hire a Chinese chef must be put on the agenda.
This way, he can eat stir-fried dishes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; delicious soups and spicy stews on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays; and something light to nourish his stomach on Sundays.
As Xia Yu was thinking this, the town came into view.
I said goodbye to the foreman and headed home.
"Buzz~~"
The water-cooled three-cylinder diesel engine was still making a rhythmic sound.
It seems that Zhu Zi wasn't slacking off, but Xia Yu only realized upon entering that the person sitting in the car who had leveled the yard was Domi.
Our Mr. Kolon was holding onto the steel frame of the excavator with one hand and waving an ice pop in the other, pointing and gesturing.
Goodness, they've even started using outsourced workers. Who would have thought that someone with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and white teeth like Zhu Zi also has the potential to be a capitalist?
"Sir, I'm sorry, I just..."
When Duomi saw Xia Yu return, he was startled and quickly got out of the car to explain.
"It's alright. It's good that you want to learn. Even if I don't have enough time, Zhu Zi can teach you. And Colon, is this how you treat your guests? Hurry up and get an ice pop."
People who like excavators are definitely not bad people.
Xia Yu lightly kicked the pillar's butt, and saw it scurrying happily towards the kitchen.
Their family lived a life of luxury in the town; not many households kept popsicles on hand.
Xia Yu would eat a few when he was craving something sweet, but most of the rest ended up in the stomachs of Zhu Zi and the town's children.
It wouldn't be accurate to call it bribery, but it certainly helps to build good relationships with everyone.
Domi was still a little reserved when he took the popsicle.
In his eyes, Xia Yu, who could operate an excavator and owned two excavators, was a very capable person.
He's even more impressive than that guy from the village who went to the Western Paradise.
"That's impressive," Xia Yu thought, "this young man has good taste." He added that Xia Yu was there to deliver meat to his family.
During Xia Yu's two-day business trip, Domi went into the jungle and hunted two pheasants.
The weapon he used was an old AK left over from his father's time in the army. Xia Yu had seen it before, but it didn't even have a wooden stock.
Using 7.62mm bullets to shoot birds would probably only get you processed chicken meatballs, and you might not even grow taller if you ate too much of that.
Fortunately, the two chickens in the kitchen were perfectly intact, though I was a little confused.
Wow, Domi's marksmanship is a breath of fresh air among the black guys who hold their AKs above their heads and shoot with unwavering faith. Hitting exactly where you point requires a lot of talent, especially when there aren't many bullets for him to squander.
But compared to this passive talent, Domi subjectively prefers operating an excavator, unlike a certain Zhu who is born into good fortune but doesn't know it.
If you just want to go to the United States, it's harder to get citizenship by operating an excavator than to join the Foreign Legion. Domi will most likely end up joining the military in a few years.
"Sir, I may not be able to deliver meat for you for the next period of time."
Chewing on the remaining stick and sucking out the last bit of sweetness, Domi said apologetically.
"Oh? Has something happened?"
Xia Yu followed up with a question.
"I don't know the specifics, but some of the older brothers in the village who are in the army sent word back that it's best to stay at home recently, and my dad also told me not to go hunting."
Veterans have the keenest sense of smell, and active-duty soldiers can also get more information than civilians, so something must be wrong.
Is another war about to break out?
Xia Yu had a bad feeling.
He has always agreed with the statement that war is the norm in history, and peace is merely a temporary tranquility.
This is especially true in the complex environment of Afica.
However, the situation is not yet at its worst.
Xia Yu still has time to observe the next stage of the situation; it's not too late to leave if things become truly hopeless.
Domi said goodbye and went home; his village was seven or eight miles from the town.
Sofia and he were neighbors in the same village, and Zhuzi practically grew up following Domi around.
If things really get chaotic in town one day, Xia Yu can go and hide in the countryside; this is his backup plan.
The construction team has hired armed security, so their safety is somewhat guaranteed. However, Xia Yu has too many secrets, and he won't go unless the group evacuates.
After finishing dinner with a heavy heart, Xia Yu took stock of the family's supplies and communicated with some local partners.
"Brother Xia, that's unlikely. I just had dinner with a clerk from the Ministry of Energy yesterday, and he didn't say anything about anything!"
"Yes, we know one of their company commanders..."
All the information gathered suggests that the situation still looks very promising.
That's how it is in Busa, at least. Could it be in other places?
I fell into a deep sleep with these questions in mind, and the dawn of the next day arrived as expected; life had to go on.
While eating breakfast, Xia Yu glanced at the T-64B1M's maintenance progress—72.8%.
This speed isn't slow. He hasn't even received it in two days, and the tonnage is what it is, so it's reasonable for it to be a bit slow.
He devoured the fried eggs on the plate, while the pillar beside him was still dozing off.
At such a young age, with no school to attend, it should be the most carefree time of one's life. It looks like he stayed up late playing on his phone again last night.
Sofia slapped him on the forehead, and he snapped back to reality.
Once he was awake, Xia Yu prepared to go to work. As he rode his motorcycle towards the seaside villa area, he decided to go and find a scrapped pickup truck that night.
It only takes seven or eight hours to refurbish it, and then he can modify it to be bulletproof, and he will have a road vehicle.
Excavators can travel, but their speed is incredibly slow, about the same as a person walking. You can catch up with them by jogging.
While a tornado can destroy a parking lot, the trouble isn't.
The best combination is a flatbed truck carrying a pickup truck and belongings. In case of an emergency, the flatbed truck can be abandoned and the belongings can be carried in the pickup truck.
As for the T-64B1M in the subspace garage, is it poised to wreak havoc?
The imagery came to mind instantly, but Xia Yu was still missing a gunner. Back then, he was just a driver, not a gunner!
Domestically, forget it, let's not cause trouble for our brothers here.
Xia Yu remembered that the guy's wife had given birth to a daughter, unlike him, who was all alone.
Upon arriving at the construction site, after greeting the foreman, Xia Yu asked Zhu Zi to help fill the truck with diesel fuel.
He was used to refueling according to his planned daily workload, so that he would run out of gas by the time he finished work.
The villa area has security, but it's always better to be cautious. If your car is stolen, it can be quite tiring to find it again.
What, you're admitting defeat?
You already have a system, why are you still accepting defeat? Didn't you just give me the system for nothing?
"Buzz~~"
After starting the engine and confirming that it was running well, Xia Yu began today's lesson again.
"That's right, the sooner you learn, the sooner you can become a master and start earning a salary."
Seeing Zhu Zi's movements go from clumsy to skillful, Xia Yu didn't hold back his praise, but the other person only heard about the salary.
"Really? I can get a salary too?"
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