Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

The security guards of Jinghua Apartments were quite puzzled. With so much fanfare around people coming and going, it was only lively for ten minutes, and then it was quiet as if nothing had happened.

It seems, it seems, it should be, that the shirtless decorators have never come out? Could it be that they felt guilty after being punished and worked overtime for the owner?

They are all hard workers making a living outside. It is normal for them not to go home for a few days. Even if they don't work overtime, they will go out to eat, drink, play cards, sing songs and get massages. It is also normal for them not to answer calls or video calls. Therefore, after being out of contact for three days and three nights, no one asked what happened.

The Ding family was even quieter. What kind of accident could happen to the child with his grandfather? He must be living comfortably in the city and reluctant to go home. What does it matter if the eldest grandson misses a few days of tutoring? Anyway, it's not his own money to pay for the tutoring fees, so he can be a little careless.

There is no night in the small world, and the laborers feel like they are in a fantasy world. They don't know how long they have been working diligently. Layer upon layer of sweat is like pulp and then dries into saline-alkali patterns. The scratches on the spine scab and fall off. Finally, they see the familiar figures of Uncle Ding and Second Uncle across the street.

This was the beginning of the conversation. They were all horrified and wanted to speak, but their lips were covered with blisters and their throats were dry, so they decided to just finish the work quickly.

In fact, the contractor was the most miserable among those present. He was the only one with delicate skin and tender flesh who had not worked hard for a long time. This time he really learned a lesson. Blisters appeared on his hands and feet, which were rubbed off and reappeared. He had no idea where his leather shoes were thrown away.

This group of workers under him, who were like brothers to each other, were really useless at the critical moment. They could get steamed buns and water in advance if they worked faster, but none of them were willing to share some with him, the leader, and none of them were willing to help him dig an extra shovel of mud.

He blamed himself for not managing strictly enough and turning a blind eye to their various cheating tactics. Now, retribution has come and he has hit a wall. As the foreman, he has to pay the price.

No one negotiated with the foreman about compensation. When he suddenly realized that he was in the Jinghua Apartment Building again, his first move was to observe the surroundings. It was dark outside and there were breathing sounds around him. He fumbled to turn on the light and saw that the flower spines were sleeping on the spot. He squatted down and stretched out his fingers to feel and confirm that they were asleep and not in danger of life.

Everyone else is asleep, but I am awake.

The second action was to turn on the phone to see if there was any signal, and use the remaining 10% of battery to transfer money to Ding Guihua.

He wanted to transfer only 6,000 yuan as compensation, but the blisters and blood scabs on his palms and fingers were right in front of his eyes. His muddy body and bare feet reminded him whether it was a dream or reality.

The contractor was very scared and transferred all the 60,000 yuan of renovation fees he had received in advance back to Ding Guihua, leaving a message: Sister Ding, I'm sorry, I will arrange for workers to complete the renovation project right away, for free. You are a generous person, so please don't bother with us.

Ding Guihua was puzzled by the transfer of 50,000 yuan on the other end of the phone. When she saw the message, she called back immediately: "You guys have also provided materials. It's not appropriate for you to do it for free--"

"It's suitable, sister. It will be done in three days at most. Don't be polite to me..." Dead tone, the phone was out of battery.

The contractor was a smart man. Especially after waking up the workers, they completely forgot that they had worked as free labor for three days and three nights. They couldn't even remember being scolded and tickled by sixty female soldiers. They only remembered playing cards in the morning and then slept until dark?

Uncle Ding stood at the door of the bedroom. He was also confused. Did he stay here to help with the decoration work? Otherwise, he couldn't be so tired. It was more harmful to his health than working in the fields at home. His stomach was shrinking and he was hungry.

Who wouldn’t be hungry? The contractor plugged his phone into a power bank and started ordering takeout. He was so tired and hungry that he couldn’t walk. He didn’t bother giving a lecture, and the most important thing was to eat something to stay alive.

We ordered at the nearest restaurant, "One Family", and the boss had already let his chefs and waiters go. He was drinking wine and watching TV series. He got addicted after trying it, and what he's drinking now is a second order. Two bottles were also placed on the restaurant counter for sale, and the price tag of 888 was very eye-catching.

The boss answered the call and said directly: "It's the dead of night. We still have steamed buns. Can you make a cold dish? Or cook noodles?"

The contractor's voice was hoarse as if it had been polished with sandpaper: "I want the fastest delivery, even steamed buns and pickles are fine, and I want it delivered right away. If you're late, people will starve to death!"

The boss laughed at what he heard. What kind of joke is this? What kind of year is this? The laziest bachelor in the village has been given poverty alleviation, a new house and food relief, and he can still be picky. How dare you say that people are starving to death?

If you’re in a hurry, then just order steamed buns and pickles. Add a few more pickles and pour sesame oil on them before packing.

Arrive within six minutes to ensure that customers don't go hungry.

The boss personally delivered the food, and I deeply felt the huge gap between the rich and the poor. No wonder he just said that people would starve to death. These people are not human beings, but a bunch of beggars ordering takeout. They don’t look like human beings, dirty, rotten clothes, barefoot...

The most miserable one is this one who still maintains the aura of a superior. Is he the leader of the Beggars' Sect?

As a result, as soon as the boss put down the bag of steamed buns, he saw the scene of disaster victims rushing towards him. They were bare-chested, with black fingers covered in salt, mud and blood. The boss's intention to chat with them immediately disappeared, so he dropped the box of pickles and ran away!

Do I need to report a case?

A fight really broke out in the house, and Uncle Ding naturally joined the victims in grabbing steamed buns, but was pushed out. The friendship they had once shared in adversity was completely ignored.

Uncle Ding was pushed down onto a pile of construction waste, and one of his arms was immediately broken and bleeding. Uncle Ding shouted angrily, "Erxiao, get up quickly! They are beating your brother!"

Uncle Ding was still dreaming. He was a hard worker and he was still digging in his dream. It had become a muscle memory. He heard the shout "Buleng" and sat up. Hey, where is the shovel in his hand?

"Wow--" The little grandson was also awakened and cried hoarsely. The other two also woke up and ran out in fear. There was light in the living room.

Second Uncle Ding followed out with the child in his arms, and became furious when he saw the miserable state of Uncle Ding. Didn’t they get along like brothers? Why did they suddenly turn against each other?

"Who beat my brother? Do you know whose house this is? My sister——"

The contractor couldn't stand hearing such a rough voice anymore, so he yelled in an even rougher voice: "Get lost!"

Who doesn't know who has that? The contractor was the only one present who had retained his memory. These two brothers had already been rejected by his sister and niece, yet they still had the nerve to yell at them.

Uncle Ding covered his throat with one hand. Well, he might have caught a cold because he didn’t cover himself with anything when he slept. His throat hurt badly and his ears were buzzing. Maybe he heard it wrongly.

But several workers who once treated him as brothers also stared at him. They felt that three steamed buns in one hand were not enough to fill their stomachs. The pickles with sesame oil were so precious, and the Ding family wanted to have a share?

"Go away, didn't you hear our boss telling you to go away?"