313: What a coincidence?
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After Yu Xiaoye escaped from Zhou Ziheng, he did not dare to run directly to the repair shop, for fear of leading Zhou Ziheng to the repair shop.
She deliberately ran to a secluded place, took many detours, and only let down her guard completely after she was sure that Zhou Ziheng had not followed her.
That was close!
After calming myself down, I returned to the space and prepared some food for my father in the yacht's kitchen.
She poured out all the vegetables from the lunch box, filled it with roe deer meat, shrimp and fish, and then spread a thin layer of vegetables on top of the meat. Then she took two cornmeal pancakes out of the space and walked towards the repair shop.
The repair shop is a small courtyard, a bit like a courtyard house, with houses on three sides and a spacious patio in the middle.
The blacksmith's furnace was in a shed next to the patio.
When Yu Xiaoye entered the yard, he saw Yu Jiahui, shirtless and wearing a dirty apron, standing in front of the blacksmith's chopping block, holding a small hammer in his hand, clanging something.
There was also a thin middle-aged man next to him, staring at the work in Yu Jiahui's hands. Judging from his physique, he didn't look like a blacksmith. He must have asked Yu Jiahui to make some ironware.
No wonder Dad didn’t go to the cafeteria to eat. He was really busy with the work at hand.
Yu Xiaoye walked over quietly and heard his father talking to another person. It turned out that the carpenter from the site asked his father to make some chisels for carpentry.
Several chisels of different shapes had been made nearby, some with pointed heads and some with wide heads. The one in Dad's hand was a small, slender chisel.
Looking at the chisel made by my father that looks so good, who would have thought that he had only been learning blacksmithing for a short time.
Yu Jiahui hammered and banged for a while, and finally finished the last chisel.
I picked it up with pliers and took a look.
The carpenter next to him also came over to take a closer look, nodded in satisfaction, and praised it, saying it was exactly the size he wanted.
Yu Jiahui put the chisel into the water tank nearby to quench it.
The hot iron fell into the cold water.
With a "hissing" sound, a cloud of white smoke emerged from the water.
Throughout the entire process, Yu Jiahui performed with ease, without any unnecessary movements. Looking at his posture, he looked like a skilled old blacksmith.
When Yu Jiahui was tempering himself, he saw his beautiful little girl standing beside him and immediately smiled.
After finishing the work at hand, the carpenter left the repair shop with a few newly made chisels. Yu Jiahui took off his apron and put on his clothes.
When his daughter finally came to the repair shop, Yu Jiahui seized the opportunity and began to show off his work to her:
"Come here, Xiaoye, take a look! This is the pickaxe head that Dad just made this morning. Look how smooth it is. And this, the big shovel and the tile trowel, I also made them. What do you think of Dad's craftsmanship?"
"Dad, you're amazing! You've only been learning for a few days, and you've already mastered so many techniques!"
Yu Xiaoye's words were not a compliment, but sincere admiration.
When Yu Jiahui heard his daughter praising him, he became even more proud, and took his daughter to see the farm tools that the Eighth Company had sent over for repair that morning.
Their Eighth Company did not have a blacksmith's furnace, so any broken farm tools or iron parts had to be repaired at the field headquarters.
This is not convenient, and the old blacksmith in the repair shop has a strange temper and is not easy to deal with, so every time he comes to repair something, it takes a lot of effort.
Now that Yu Jiahui was here, the people from the Eighth Company finally seized the opportunity and sent over all the things that needed to be repaired.
Others brought their chipped kitchen knives, shovels, sickles, and axes and asked Yu Jiahui to repair them.
Some also gathered some scrap iron and asked Yu Jiahui to make a new iron tool.
In short, the iron tools sent by the Eighth Company are now piled all over the ground.
Yu Xiaoye couldn't help but flatter:
"Dad, you've made it. You've become a celebrity in our company!"
"Hahaha, my daughter is so capable, I can't let her down, right?"
Yu Jiahui also mysteriously took out a brand new iron colander ()..
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He handed the fence to Yu Xiaoye and asked him to put it away.
This was a colander he made himself using a few scraps from the blacksmith's shop and some thin iron wire.
It is very light, using less than three taels of iron in total, but it looks decent and sturdy. I'll take it home and use it to make dumplings or something.
Yu Xiaoye chuckled. His father was quite family-oriented and even thought of making a colander for the house.
Seeing that there was no one around, she found a secluded corner and put the colander back into the space.
After sending the colander back, Yu Xiaoye urged his father to eat quickly.
What else does Yu Jiahui need to do?
Yu Xiaoye deliberately opened the lunch box and used chopsticks to push away the vegetables on top, revealing the roe deer meat underneath.
When Yu Jiahui saw the meat, he smiled knowingly and quickly washed his hands.
The father and daughter sat on a small stool next to the blacksmith's furnace and began to eat.
Yu Jiahui gobbled up all the meat at the bottom of the lunch box and ate it with great relish.
Although the food at the headquarters is better than that in the company, meat is rare. We can only eat it once every ten days or half a month. We are lucky to have a few pieces of meat each time, which is not enough to satisfy our cravings.
This time I finally got the chance to eat some meat, it was so delicious!
Yu Xiaoye sat next to his father and had dinner with him. Thinking about what happened when he met Zhou Ziheng just now, he thought about it and decided that he should tell his father that Director Zhou came to investigate the beating of Zhang Guangtian so that his father could be mentally prepared.
"Dad, the director is here."
Yu Jiahui asked with food in his mouth:
"Which director?"
"That's Director Zhou."
When Yu Jiahui heard that Director Zhou had arrived, he quickly swallowed his food and said:
"Really? He's here. Where is he? He's been very kind to our family and helped us twice. I haven't thanked him formally yet—"
Yu Xiaoye was shocked when he heard this:
"No, no, no, Dad, please don't come
He was dangling in front of him.
Yu Jiahui took a bite of the pancake and asked:
"Why?"
"Because, it's possible that Director Zhou came here to investigate the beating of Zhang Guangtian."
"puff--"
Yu Jiahui was so surprised that the pancake in his mouth suddenly spurted out again.
Yu Xiaoye quickly patted his father on the back and whispered:
"Dad, be quiet. Be careful, there are ears. Director Zhou is a sneaky guy. He might be eavesdropping on our conversation in some corner."
Yu Jiahui swallowed the food in his mouth and wondered:
"That's not right. The director is busy with all sorts of things. How could such a small matter alarm him?"
"I'm wondering about that, too. Anyway, it's fine if you just know about this. Try to stay out of the way, and especially don't get close to the manager. Even though we didn't hit the guy, and it has nothing to do with us, it's still better to be cautious, right?"
Yu Jiahui looked at his daughter with great interest and nodded.
"Yes, you're right. Even though we didn't hit him, we still have to be careful."
The father and daughter nodded to each other guiltily, both knowing what to do.
After Yu Jiahui finished his meal, he saw that there were not many people in the repair shop, so he went back to the yacht, took a quick shower, washed his clothes, and then came out.
By this time it was already dark.
Yu Jiahui wanted to send his daughter back to the dormitory, but Yu Xiaoye didn't let him.
Now that Zhang Guangtian is gone, Yu Xiaoye feels that there is nothing to be afraid of. There are a few lights on the road, it is not too dark, and there are many people on the road, so there is no need to be afraid at all.
Yu Jiahui did not insist either.
Yu Xiaoye left the repair shop alone with his lunch box.
A man was walking on the dim road, his steps were very leisurely and unhurried, and he was humming the lyrics of "White-Haired Girl".
When she reached the door of the agency, a figure flashed out and said to her with a half-smile:
"What a coincidence?"
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