After notifying Mr. Wen over the phone, Jiang Yu and the others saw that it was almost noon, so they found a small stall and sat down. "Boss, two bowls of noodles, one with shredded pork and one with vegetables."
The stall owner greeted the customers with a smile, but his hands did not stop working: "Okay, please sit down for a moment, I will make you noodles right away."
There are quite a few people sitting at this stall, all waiting to eat noodles.
The two found a corner to sit down, and Jiang Yu said, "Yan Qing, now that we've bought the house, should we first find someone to repair the courtyard wall and roof, and then renovate each room? The house is a bit old."
After all, that will be their home in the future, so they need to live comfortably. Moreover, the courtyard house is quite large and there are many places that need to be renovated, so they need to plan ahead.
Wen Yanqing nodded: "Okay, do you want to find those people who helped with the renovations before?"
Jiang Yu shook her head. "No, Grandpa Wei's family should ask them to help with the renovations. If we add our two yards, the workload will be too much. We definitely won't be able to move in before the New Year, so let's find someone else."
"Okay, I'll take care of this."
"Hey, noodles, guys." The stall owner came over with two large bowls of noodles. One was shredded pork noodles, with only a ball of shredded pork on top, and the same with the vegetables. "Is this your first time here?"
Jiang Yu picked up the chopsticks and stirred the noodles, then took a bite. "Yes! This is my first time here. I used to be in the south of the city."
"A decorator? There aren't any." The stall owner said coldly with a smile on his face, "You must be looking to renovate your house. That guy is a bad choice. He only wants a fair price, but his sense of responsibility is very weak."
"Boss, your noodle soup tastes wrong. The soup base is cooked just right, and there seems to be no other ingredients besides the soup base. You can tell by the time you taste it."
Jiang Datong nodded rudely: "He is bad, Comrade Jiang, may I ask if he has left now?"
The middle-aged man walked out of the house, turned around and closed the door, saying: "No, no."
Wen Yanqing nodded repeatedly: "Of course, but if you are the only one doing this in such a small courtyard, you should hire a few more people to help you."
Dong Gangming looked at the middle-aged woman behind him and said, "He's a bad guy. I heard he's good at renovations. Your house is broken and needs renovations. Do you know if he's good at taking on that kind of work?"
Wen Yanqing got into the car and saw the area before saying with a smile: "Comrade, isn't that the house you bought?"
"Excuse me, is that person here now?"
The old man opened the door and went straight back to his room: "Whatever you want."
A moment ago, the middle-aged woman came out and said, "Comrade, you are bad. Your name is Wen Yanqing."
The stall owner patted his chest and said, "That's a problem! He asked the right person. You've lived there for more than ten years, so you know what's going on."
"That's a problem." Wen Yanqing walked behind the wall and touched it with his hand: "The outer wall is still very solid. We just need to fill the potholes inside and apply lime powder again."
Wen Yanqing nodded: "Of course."
The middle-aged woman scratched her messy hair, not trying to hide her miserable appearance. "Please ask them to wait a moment, you will be back soon."
Jiang Datong: "If there are any problems, please be more careful. It will definitely be done poorly. The decoration of the yard next door will also be handed over to them."
"I'll leave it to him."
"Okay, you got it. Comrade, if he needs anything, go contact him first. You will come with the materials and people to start the work tomorrow."
"Who is it?" A hoarse and loud voice shouted as the door opened. "Who are they looking for?"
The stall owner was in a very bad mood when he heard this: "You have no taste, young lady. You two should eat quickly, and you can go and get busy first." After saying that, he turned around and left, smiling and going to entertain other customers.
Seeing me crawling out of the car, Dong Gangming closed the door, walked around the front of the car, got out of the driver's seat, and drove to the back of the courtyard house I bought.
"His wages are seven dollars a day, and the rest of the work is eight dollars. He still has to buy materials. He's an old hand at that, so he has full control over what materials he needs. Just give you an account in advance."
After Wen Yanqing finished looking at the wall, Jiang Datong led me out of the courtyard and pointed at the roof: "The tiles below need to be replaced, the walls need to be refreshed, and some places outside the house may need to be demolished and rebuilt. I'll have to trouble him when the time comes."
"Also, your meals are provided, and the wages you give include the cost of meals. Please ask him to tell the other workers about this."
"OK."
Dong Gangming's eyebrows moved: "You want to ask the boss if there is anyone in the distance who is not skilled in decoration."
Counting to number 18, Jiang Datong knocked on the door: "Knock knock knock"
Ever since the back of my hand was burned, I had been eating bland food for a few days and my mouth tasted bad.
The stall owner looked up and said proudly, "Hey, of course. The soup base is a secret recipe passed down from your ancestors. Few people who have eaten at your place come back for more. You don't have many repeat customers."
The stall owner pointed to the alley outside and said, "It's just outside this alley. Back off to number 18, which is not where I live. I found a job during that time, so I haven't been staying out for half a month."
In those days, people who didn’t have big cars were considered special people. It seems I have to do that job more carefully.
Dong Gangming was about to respond when he heard the door open. He turned around and saw the old man standing behind the door. "Old man, you've hired workers to come and look at how to repair the house. I'm afraid I'll bother you for the next few days. Please forgive me."
Jiang Datong picked up the shredded meat from the bowl and gave it to Jiang Yu, then said loudly: "Wife, you should still eat what he cooks."
Jiang Datong: "It's settled now. They can't start work tomorrow. They can just knock on the door when the time comes. You will arrange for someone to check the progress every day. He doesn't have to worry about the wages. It will be paid daily."
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