Old Hu toiled away drawing all night, and when he returned to the cowshed, he was still pondering Qiao Wanyue's words. The people imprisoned with him were all talented individuals, and they heard Old Hu muttering something about a factory.
There was no entertainment in the cowshed at night, so they simply asked Old Hu what he was doing at the team headquarters. Ever since Old Hu went to the team headquarters, the villagers had become much nicer to them, these stinking intellectuals.
They would also humbly ask questions about planting, and coincidentally, they had people from all walks of life here who could actually solve the problems, and then successfully harvested the chicken as a reward.
People used to avoid them, and they didn't resent the villagers; that's just how society is. But their attitude changed so quickly that they're finding it hard to adjust.
Old Hu poured out his troubles. He wasn't a graduate of an architecture department either. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He wasn't an architecture major, but there were people from architecture departments here.
His eyes sparkled as he looked at the old woman opposite him.
The old woman scoffed, "Now you remember me, this old woman."
"Useless trash, give me a pen."
The woman simply asked the team members about their requirements and tasks. Upon hearing that they were making pastries, a picture instantly appeared in her mind. She picked up a pencil and made a few strokes on the paper. The lines on the paper seemed to move, instantly becoming vivid and lifelike.
"Here, I want roast chicken tomorrow." The old woman proudly slapped the paper on the table, dusted off her hands, and haughtily turned and went into the room, which was actually just a small private room partitioned off with a cloth.
After spending a lot of time together, everyone gets to know each other's temperaments.
Old Hu wasn't angry.
"Speaking of roast chicken, I'm getting hungry too. Does anyone have some money? Tomorrow I'll have Wanyue braise one. That girl's cooking skills are really good." Old Hu had the good fortune to taste it and even brought the chicken leg back. Everyone licked their lips when they heard him mention it.
"I have."
Someone took out a dollar.
The woman walked over haughtily, slapped five yuan on the table, and said, "A whole chicken, I want two drumsticks."
Old Hu stared at the five yuan, lost in thought.
Why does she still have money?
The woman was too lazy to explain to him, and went to bed after giving her instructions.
Qiao Wanyue was unaware of the lawsuit at the cowshed. After giving her the blueprints, Old Hu slipped five yuan into her hand, saying he wanted her to braise a chicken for his colleagues.
Qiao Wanyue knew the people in the cowshed; they were all pillars of the nation.
If you can get through these next few days, things will turn around.
She was happy to befriend these people, and since Old Hu had given her a lot of money, and the Lu family still had some leftover braised food, she planned to share some with Old Hu.
She handed the blueprints to the brigade leader, but the brigade leader couldn't understand them at all, and even the people building the houses couldn't understand them. They only knew where the lines were, and they could only build based on experience.
Qiao Wanyue dared not take the risk, so she had to ask Old Hu to find someone to draw the blueprints.
Old Hu said, "She likes your chicken legs."
Qiao Wanyue was delighted; that was no simple matter.
Her specialty.
She only asked Old Hu to invite people, and the brigade leader naturally wouldn't let Qiao Wanyue work for nothing. He took a few yuan from the brigade headquarters and gave it to her, asking her to find a way to buy some chicken legs for people.
Qiao Wanyue remembered that there were still chicken legs at home, and that Old Hu had gone to invite people, so lunch would definitely be provided.
She planned to bring over the chicken legs from home for lunch.
As soon as I stepped into the Lu family's gate, I heard a sharp explosion.
"Mom, I've come to see you. I brought you the best health supplements from the city. Isn't your daughter filial?" Yang Aijiao's raucous voice came from next door.
A scene of maternal love and filial piety unfolded next door.
Qiao Wanyue told Lu Rong and then packed up the braised food from home and took it to the team headquarters.
When she arrived, Old Hu was arguing with an elderly woman. Old Hu was being scolded unilaterally. The woman had a serious expression on her face, and although her clothes were covered in patches, her extraordinary demeanor was immediately apparent.
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