Today is Wednesday afternoon and the school is closed as usual. We don’t have to go to school.
Wan Feng locked himself in the room for the entire afternoon, writing and drawing, and only put away his paper and pen when it was almost dark.
He felt tired from writing and drawing all afternoon, so after dinner he went to the river to exercise and then came back to sleep, not going anywhere else.
The solar terms are really strange things. They seem to be just a red number under the calendar, but the changes are obvious.
Today is Frost Descent.
The most obvious change was that the leaves of the sweet potatoes planted in the yard behind grandma's house turned from green to black overnight.
There was also a thin layer of white frost on the branches and grass leaves.
People say that eggplants hit by frost are wilted, but when Wan Feng went to school, he looked like an eggplant hit by frost.
He has to go to class today because he has to take a day off tomorrow.
"Ah! Another leave? Tomorrow is Friday and the day after tomorrow is Sunday. How many days of classes did you attend this week?" When Wan Feng asked for leave again after school in the afternoon, Zhou Xiaowen frowned.
Wan Feng counted on his fingers: "Three days."
"Three days? Let's think about it. You didn't come on Monday, right? And you didn't come on Wednesday either. And you're planning to take a day off this Friday. So, you only have classes on Tuesday and Thursday, right?"
"Hey, isn't there Saturday? If you can't come on Monday, Wednesday, or Friday, you have to come on Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday."
"So you're not coming on Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday, but on Monday, Wednesday, or Friday?"
"It's hard to say for now. If there's nothing going on, I might be here every day. If there's something going on, I might not come for a week."
"Then can you still catch up with your studies?"
"Teacher, you see I often ask for leave. Do you think my grades are affected?"
Zhou Xiaowen recalled carefully and suddenly realized that Wan Feng's grades were not affected at all. Although his grades were not the best in the class, no matter whether it was tests, baseline tests, or even midterm and final exams, his grades were always in the sixth or seventh place in the class, neither higher nor lower.
This is strange. Could this guy really be a monster?
Zhou Xiaowen nodded. "I don't understand how you do it. You often take leave from class, and your homework is not your own. When you go home, I can tell with my legs that you can't even read a book, but your grades are always in the top ten. The only explanation is..."
"Teacher, please don't accuse me of cheating in the exam. That is a great insult to my personality." He was determined not to give Zhou Xiaowen the opportunity to put the blame on himself.
Although he had never been to college, he had at least graduated from high school. Even if he didn't study the first-year junior high school courses, he would still be able to do it.
"We'll know the day after tomorrow whether you cheated or not. So, what are you going to do tomorrow with your leave? Are you going to Bohai or Hongya?"
"I won't go either. My aunt's new house has to have its beams put up tomorrow."
"What's this got to do with you? Just go home and have lunch at noon, and it'll be over."
"Hey, I was the one who built my aunt's new house. I was the general director. How could I not be present for such a big event as raising the beam?"
Of course Wan Feng had to be present, even though the real protagonist on the day of raising the beam was the carpenter, but he was in the role of coordinator of the whole event.
"I really can't help you. You'd better take less leave in the future."
"That's impossible. I have so many things to do all day long. Staying in school all the time will delay my work. Teacher, how about I take a leave of absence? I can just come and take the final exam."
"This is impossible, get out of here."
So Wan Feng had no choice but to leave. He rushed back home like lightning, threw his schoolbag behind him and ran to Xiaonanshan.
Some of the bricklayers were digging the foundation of the courtyard wall, while others were filling the gaps in the brick wall.
The main beam had been sawed down by Wang and his son, and the best part of it, about four meters long, had been cut off. Old man Wang was meticulously peeling the bark of the tree.
After the main beam is peeled, dragons and phoenixes need to be painted on it. It can be said that from now on the carpenter is the core figure.
He has never been careless about the core figure Wan Feng. The Jiang Fan cigarettes and Chen Xiang wine wrapped in tinfoil are enough to show his sincerity.
Mr. Wang also likes to drink, and he takes a sip from time to time while working.
In Wan Feng's experience, such people almost always end up with either cerebral hemorrhage or cerebral thrombosis, and few of them live to be seventy years old.
Wan Feng would never tell this to Mr. Wang, so as not to make him unhappy. From now until tomorrow when the carpenter comes down from the beam, the carpenter is someone who must not be offended.
Wan Feng chatted with Mr. Wang for a while, and when he saw Yang Hai, he stood up and walked towards Yang Hai.
Yang Hai came to see the fun. People in the valley said that a big old house had been built on the back mountain. There was no such house in the entire Jiangwei Brigade. The beams would be put up tomorrow, so he came to see it, thinking of finding a good location in advance when he came to shoot Xiao Mantou tomorrow.
He didn't expect to see Wan Feng there as soon as he arrived, and he was walking towards him.
He didn't know whether Wan Feng would beat him, so he was secretly on guard.
"Yang Hai, it's been almost a year since you've been wandering around the house like a wild beast, right?"
Yang Hai remained silent.
"Have you had enough fun? If not, then keep playing. If you have, isn't it time to do something serious? Come and sit down."
Wan Feng took two red bricks and threw one on the ground to each of them. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to them.
Yang Hai took the cigarette and secretly glanced at the words on it.
Holy shit! Front door!
Wan Feng took out the lighter and returned it to Yang Hai to light it.
"You'll be sixteen by Chinese New Year, which is considered an adult here. Before liberation, you might even be a father. Aren't you ashamed of wandering around all day?"
Yang Hai took a puff of the cigarette, which was much better than the dry tobacco he smoked secretly.
"Your cousin is now earning money. Don't you think you should do something else? At least you won't have to rely on your parents to support you."
"But what for?"
"Are you interested in working at our brick and tile factory? If so, go see my uncle Zhu Ping tomorrow afternoon and tell him I introduced you. He'll find you a job you can handle."
Yang Hai nodded in agreement.
"Why, are you tired? Let me tell you that pie-in-the-sky days will never come in this life. If you don't keep your feet on the ground, I doubt you'll even be able to find a wife in the future. A man who can't find a wife is the most unsuccessful man."
"I'm not tired, I'm from Waqian. Is this okay?"
"That's not a problem. If I say it's okay, it's okay. Tomorrow afternoon, once the beams are installed on the house, the brick and tile factory will start work. Just go. How can you not make thirty or fifty by the end of the year? Otherwise, you won't even have enough money to buy firecrackers for the New Year."
"Okay, I'll go tomorrow and tell my dad when I get home." After saying that, he got up and left.
Looking at Yang Hai's back, Wan Feng shook his head.
Why has he only been dealing with people like this since his rebirth? Jiang Jun, Yang Hai, Xiao Jun, Qi Guangli, Xia Qiulong, Liu Shengan, Yu Qingtao...
He brought two-thirds of these people back on the right track. Shouldn't the country give him a banner or something?
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