The prosperous era of courtyard houses

Chapter 52, Decorating the House

As soon as they entered the courtyard, an old man was sweeping the floor. When he saw Li Weiguo pushing a cart in, he asked, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, uncle, I'm looking for Zhao Guobing." Li Weiguo greeted with a smile.

"National soldiers, we are in the west wing of the second courtyard. You can go in." The old man nodded and pointed the way to Li Weiguo.

"Okay, thank you, uncle, you are busy." As he said that, Li Weiguo pushed the car and walked inside.

Beyond the second gate, there is a relatively large courtyard in the middle. This second-entry courtyard used to be the residence of a capitalist. It was later expropriated and distributed to the employees of the grain station.

Zhao Guobing's family lived there, occupying the north wing and the west wing. The east wing and the reverse wing belonged to several other houses, and they were all the employees of the grain station.

Although the second courtyard is not as big as the third courtyard, it is much cleaner, with fewer residents and less messy things.

He walked to the door of the west wing, parked the car, went over and knocked on the door.

"dong dong dong"

"Who is it? It's so early in the morning."

Zhao Guobing's confused voice came from the room, and he was immediately woken up.

"National soldier, it's me, Li Weiguo, have you gotten up?"

"I'll go, it's too early for you, wait a minute."

Hearing Li Weiguo's voice, Zhao Guobing quickly got up and dressed.

After a while, the door opened.

"Why did you come to me so early?" Zhao Guobing yawned while getting dressed.

"I have something to ask you. Go and wash up quickly. I brought you breakfast." Li Weiguo said as he raised the steamed buns in his hand.

"Oh, okay, steamed buns, you are raising pigs, you bought so many. You go sit in the room first, I will wash up and come back." Zhao Guobing sniffed at the steamed buns, then turned to the door Pick up the washing tools and walk outside.

Li Weiguo ignored him and went directly into the house, put the steamed buns on the table and looked around Zhao Guobing's house.

Zhao Guobing's house is similar to his. It is about 60 square meters in the west wing. It is quite neatly kept. There is also a large bookshelf specially built in the house, which contains many books.

After a while, Zhao Guobing came back after washing up, put his things on the table by the door, ran to the dining table, picked up a bun and ate it: "Come on, you disturbed my sweet dream early this morning, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious. I just want to ask if you know any decorators. My house is in ruins and I plan to redecorate it."

"Decorator? Let me think about it."

After listening to Li Weiguo's request, Zhao Guobing thought for a while and suddenly remembered such a person.

"Yes, you have a decoration master Hong An in Nanluogu Lane. In the past, my ancestors specialized in repairing houses for dignitaries. When the craftsmanship was passed down to his generation, he took over the work of the street and repaired various houses in the street, especially Good at decorating courtyards.”

If you know someone, it would be nice. Li Weiguo said immediately: "Okay, if you are free later, take me to find this master. My house is uncomfortable no matter how I live in it. Please clean up early and have a good night's rest."

"Okay, you wait a moment, I will bring breakfast to my parents, and we will set off in a while."

With that said, Zhao Guobing took the steamed bun in his mouth, took the rest of the steamed buns, and sent them to his parents in Beidafang.

Not long after he returned from delivering breakfast, he said to Li Weiguo: "Okay, let's go." Then he went out and pushed his second-hand bicycle and asked Li Weiguo to follow.

The two of them rode towards Maoer Hutong in Nanluogu Lane, one behind the other.

After riding for about five or six minutes, we stopped in a yard.

From the door, this courtyard is also a large courtyard with three entrances.

Follow Zhao Guobing and carry the car inside.

After crossing the second door and going straight to the west wing of the second courtyard, Zhao Guobing shouted through the door: "Master Hong, are you at home?"

"Who is it?" Hong An asked in the room.

Zhao Guobing said angrily: "I am the street office, Zhao Guobing."

Hong An came out after hearing the sound and found that it was Zhao Guobing from the street office, and immediately greeted him enthusiastically: "Hey, Leader Zhao. Hello, hello, come in and have a glass of water."

Zhao Guobing was not polite and walked in through the door with Li Weiguo.

Hong An's home is a standard west-wing room, more than 60 square meters, and it is quite beautifully decorated. Maybe because the family has a large population, he has a special attic for himself.

The living room, bedroom, kitchen, and attic downstairs are specially designed for children. The house is not big, but it is arranged in an orderly manner. It is worthy of being professionally decorated.

The three of them sat down. Zhao Guobing introduced them to each other, pointed at Li Weiguo and said: "My brother wants to decorate his own house and wants to find a master with good skills, so I brought him to your place to have a look. Specific requirements , let him tell you."

Hong An is a man in his fifties, with a gentle and kind face, and looks like an honest man.

As a result, when he heard that business was coming to his door, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Li Weiguo as if he was seeing a big fat sheep.

Although Hong An is good at craftsmanship and has several skilled craftsmen under him, he is just a bit stinky and likes to kill animals and fatten them.

They seem to be honest and honest, but in reality they are quite cunning and cunning, and they always like to watch and order the dishes.

If you don't know how to do it, it doesn't matter if you ask him to decorate it. He can cut off a few pounds of your flesh without anyone noticing.

The house is beautifully decorated for you, but you will definitely not spend less money. I don’t know how many people were deceived by his appearance.

Hong An's look could not escape Zhao Guobing's eyes, and he immediately gave him a slap in the head: "Hong An, you'd better put away your little thoughts, but don't blame me for not reminding you, you dare to hit us two brothers with your little thoughts. , if you have a good harvest, don’t think about street work in the future.

Your second son is in the steel rolling mill, right? My brother is the chief of the picket section of the security section of the steel rolling mill. You can weigh it yourself. "

When Hong An heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

It turns out that Li Weiguo is a powerful cadre of the steel rolling mill, and his son is still under their noses, so how dare he have any small thoughts.

When he annoys others, he treats his son as if he is still playing with him, letting them crush him and make him round.

Moreover, he makes a living by working as a street official. If he dares to offend the street cadres, isn't he ruining his job?

Zhao Guobing is a cadre of the sub-district office, and he is in charge of several people. He can get involved in many things in the sub-district. If he really wants to control Hong An, it should not be too easy.

Allocating jobs, allocating houses, weddings and funerals, household registration, and annual welfare are all handled by the street. They can all make things difficult for you. Only offend him when you are tired of living.

Knowing that both of them were not easy to mess with, Hong An quickly waved his hands and said: "That can't be done, that can't be done. I must do it well and make sure to satisfy the two leaders."

Seeing that he had expressed his position honestly, Zhao Guobing nodded and said to the two of them: "I don't know how to start work specifically. You can discuss it yourself." After saying that, he stood up and sat aside, letting the two of them discuss it themselves.

Li Weiguo also saw that Hong An was an old man. Give him a chicken coop and he would dare to lay eggs. Don't give him a good look.

So he said: "Master Hong, right? Your son is also in the steel rolling mill. It's quite a fate. Which department is he in?"

Hong An smiled coquettishly and said: "It's either a department or a fitter in the second workshop."

Li Weiguo nodded: "Okay, we have gotten to know each other now. If anything happens to him in the future, he can come to the picket to find me."

Asking his son's department was a deterrent, allowing him to come over to the picket unit if something happened in the future, which was a favor to him.

If he was on the road, it wouldn't be a big deal to cover his son in the steel rolling mill, but if he wasn't on the road.

When Hong An heard this, he still didn't understand what he was saying. He immediately smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, leader. My youngest son's name is Hong Feng. You can call him if you need anything. Don't worry about the house. I'm sure I can help you." Pretty.”