Siheyuan: I have Lingquan Space and Bistro

"No, no, I need to rest for a while." Jia Zhang waved her hand weakly. The rough hand shook weakly in the air for a few times, and then she sat down heavily on a moss-covered stone beside her.

"Let me take a break, too. The soil here is too hard." Jia Dongxu also sat aside, panting heavily. His body seemed to have lost all its strength, and he collapsed to the ground.

The two wiped the beads of sweat from their foreheads. The sweat flowed down their cheeks, gathered into drops at their chins, and then fell heavily on the dry land and disappeared in an instant. Their faces were full of fatigue and helplessness, and their eyes became dull.

"Damned Yi Zhonghai, if he hadn't stopped me, I would have called Sha Zhu. We wouldn't have to do this hard work today." Jia Zhang kept cursing Yi Zhonghai, her eyes full of resentment, which seemed to be able to turn into a tangible flame and burn Yi Zhonghai to death.

Jia Dongxu listened to his mother's complaints silently, and his heart was also full of dissatisfaction with Yi Zhonghai. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged, and thought to himself: "This Yi Zhonghai is really too much. We are in such a difficult situation, but he still won't help." But he knew that complaining would not solve the problem, and they could only continue to work hard to complete this seemingly absurd plan.

Jia Zhang hated Yi Zhonghai so much that she swore to herself, "I will have a good argument with Yi Zhonghai when I get back. I will let him know how powerful I am."

"Okay, let's get to work and dig out this manure pit as soon as possible." Jia Zhang picked up the shovel and stood up. Her movements seemed very strenuous, as if the shovel weighed a thousand pounds. There was a hint of determination in her eyes, as if she was encouraging herself.

"Mom, okay." Jia Dongxu glanced at his mother, his eyes full of helplessness and obedience. Then he slowly stood up, his body swaying a few times before he could barely stand still.

The two men swung their shovels and continued to dig the pit. Every swing of the shovel was like a difficult struggle with fate. Their arms were extremely sore, but they still persisted.

Time quickly came to the afternoon, and the scorching sun was still baking the earth mercilessly.

Director Wang brought his people to the tavern. On the street outside the tavern, pedestrians were hurrying, as if they were all escaping from the hot weather. The tavern's sign looked a little old in the sun, but it was still eye-catching.

Although there were not as many customers in the tavern as in the morning, there were still quite a few. People were either sitting together in groups of three or five, talking and laughing loudly, or sitting alone in a corner, drinking silently and thinking about their own thoughts.

"It seems that the tavern's business is better than we thought." Director Wang said as he looked at the busy tavern. There was a hint of surprise on his face, and his eyes revealed envy for the tavern's business.

"Yes, yes." The clerks behind him all nodded, their eyes swept around the tavern, and at the same time they thought about how much money they could receive from the tavern today. In their minds, they estimated that one thousand yuan should be no problem.

"Let's go, let's all go in." Director Wang led his people into the tavern. The tavern was filled with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and the noisy voices and the clinking of glasses intertwined together, forming a unique atmosphere.

At this time, Sun Qingshan noticed Director Wang and others.

"Director Wang, you're here?" Sun Qingshan put down what he was holding and walked quickly to Director Wang's side. He had a warm smile on his face and his eyes revealed respect for Director Wang.

"Qingshan is sorry to bother you." Director Wang said with a smile, which contained a bit of official politeness.

"No, no, Director Wang." Sun Qingshan smiled and waved his hand. His attitude was very humble, as if Director Wang's arrival was a great honor.