technical type

Not to mention, there is another level of responsibility for building bridges. If something goes wrong with whoever built the bridge, he will be punished accordingly. Every stone on the stone bridge has a mark. Where there is a problem, it is not just based on Words can get by.

It may be exaggerated to work with your head up, but it's almost the same.

What's more, the wages given by the government are deducted layer by layer, and not many people actually get it. Sometimes even the money is paid to build a bridge. Half of the sorrow on Master Ji's face is due to this.

But that kind of situation is still rare after all. A bridge with a long construction period does not necessarily cost a lot. As the chief designer and chief engineer, Master Ji always has many good ways to obtain local materials according to local conditions, so that part of the cost can be saved. The cost is just enough, and occasionally there will be a slight surplus, which can allow everyone to have two good meals.

It is impossible to divide the money at this point, maybe someone in the position of Master Ji will do that, but Master Ji will not, eat and drink, and swallow nothing, but divide the money, even if it is a copper coin Well, everyone has a share, which means spreading it widely, and sooner or later the government will explode.

So the money they earn is the wages given by the government after passing the acceptance inspection. It is not much, but they can still make ends meet. What really makes Master Ji and other bridge builders surplus is the hard work paid by the local rich households, without the hands of the government. , there is no deduction, although it is not much, it is considered a small profit.

It is impossible to get rich from this, but it is enough to support a family.

Those who have some financial management skills can make this money a little surplus in addition to travel expenses, board and lodging expenses, which can be accumulated and become family heirlooms.

"Father has already told me about me, but we all know how hard it is, and we don't want the two boys to follow. As long as they don't make mistakes, they are better than me, but this skill must always be passed on. A disciple is half a child, and I have passed on the skills to him, so it can be regarded as a success."

Some skills have nothing to do with the blood. The son of the mouse is not born with the ability to make holes, but also needs to be learned later. Most people do not pass on the skills to outsiders, but they are guarding the views of the sect and do not want their own blood. Making money based on this makes others cheaper.

Here, Master Ji, seeing that the next generation might transfer to another class, naturally he would not hold back, but he couldn't bear the fact that his own craftsmanship could not be passed on, so he came up with this idea after meeting Ji Mo.

The Ji family has built bridges for many generations. It sounds very powerful, but in fact it is very miserable. It is not a single pass, but it is worse than that single pass.

There are five brothers in Master Ji's generation. They all learned bridge building from their father when they were young. After they learned the craft, they would be dispatched by the government.

Why are there sacrifices to build bridges? It is to seek stability and to appease the existence of water gods and mountain gods. These superstitions seem ignorant, but there are always facts to slap them in the face, as if to prove their correctness. The water washed away, life or death is unknown, the second brother fell to the mountain stream and fell to his death, the third brother is better, but his leg was broken by the rolling rocks, he is still alive, but he can no longer go out to build bridges, the whole person is depressed, drinking all day long Beating his daughter-in-law, living on his laurels, doing nothing, and the fourth brother has not heard from him yet. It is said that the place where he was sent is full of miasma and poisonous insects all the year round. It is not known whether he will come back safely.

Their descendants, those children, the boys were sent to study or become shopkeeper apprentices like Master Ji's sons, and the girls all married when they grew up, and rarely came back, almost equal to none.

Every year during Chinese New Year, there is no desert, a bunch of disciples, even if the disciples go out with the master and are not at home, there are also many relatives at home, visiting back and forth, it is hard for others to compare.

It's just the taste, only the person involved knows best.

Hearing Master Ji mentioning this, Mrs. Ji had nothing to say, and she felt a little guilty. She didn't know the value of this bridge-building skill. Just look at those people. Grandpa learned it and sent his grandson to learn it. What does it mean, but those who really eat this bowl of rice know that if there is a better one, they will never choose this line of work to continue.

What makes money and is respected by others are all false.

It would be nice to live a long life without working so hard.

"Okay, okay, I see, isn't it just to raise another son? Can I still raise it? Wait, eat right away!"

As if saying something backwards, Mrs. Ji went to the kitchen. Soon, the smell of the dishes was added to the fireworks, and the strong smell of meat gradually permeated.

Sitting on the threshold, Ji Mo could see the kitchen from the side. Sniffing, he glanced there, and met Mrs. Ji's gaze, which was gentle and soft, "After drinking, bring the bowl, go back to the room and wait." Go, eat in a while!"

Ji Mo obediently sent the bowl over, and when he was about to turn around and go back to the house, Mrs. Ji pulled out a piece of shredded meat from the side of the fried vegetable plate and stuffed it into Ji Mo's mouth. Ji Mo passively opened his mouth to eat, and his lips and teeth touched Touching Mrs. Ji's finger, it seems that from above, I can still smell the smell of fireworks belonging to the kitchen.

Biting the shredded meat in his mouth, he laughed again, Ji Mo smiled and looked at Mrs. Ji, and Mrs. Ji also smiled, but scolded him: "Little glutton, go inside and wait, you can eat it in a while."

There were not many people eating at night, Master Ji, Master Ji's big apprentice Ge Gen, Mrs. Ji, and Ji Mo.

It's a mountainous area here. Master Ji's eldest son has already worked as a shopkeeper in a nearby town, and he doesn't go home for meals. Master Ji's youngest son also goes to a private school there and lives with his eldest son's family. Those who are still in this mountain village are Master Ji's family and his father's family.

Master Ji's mother left early, and his father was alone. He guarded the old house and lived with a group of disciples. Occasionally, he was assigned by the government to build a road nearby. There were disciples busy, so there was no need for the old man to move bricks by himself. , looks like a foreman, much more leisurely.

This is also a person who is often away from home, not because he is busy outside with work, and he has a rest nearby, or he visits the homes of old buddies and old friends. If he stays for a few days and does not come back, even if he comes back, there are also young disciples who follow him. After that, Mrs. Ji didn't need to take care of her, she just went there to clean and wash every once in a while.

Usually, if Master Ji doesn't go home, Mrs. Ji will go back to the town's eldest son's house to live with her daughter-in-law, but she will still come back every few days to clean up the old man's house and her own home. , and the vegetables grown in the yard all need to be harvested.

Women in the mountains are not afraid of walking. There are bridges and roads, and one pair of feet can go back and forth.

It was also a coincidence that day, when she was cleaning the house, she heard the quick-talking report, saying that the man had returned with the child raised outside.

She was so angry that she almost fainted, and when the last messenger came to explain it, she hurriedly put the kitchen knife back in her hand, and came to pick him up again.

Fortunately, there was no "killing husband" drama at the bridgehead.

Even if there was no fuss, but Master Ji stared at him, clearly knowing it, Mrs. Ji felt a little guilty, this meal was very willing, there were two plates of meat and vegetables, and she kept feeding Ji Mo Meat in a bowl.

Ji Mo's mouth was full of oil from eating, and his cheeks were still bulging, so he raised his smiling face, smiling like a big fat man with squinting eyes.

This way, in the eyes of Mrs. Ji, it is very pleasing, her smile becomes more and more kind, and the frequency of holding vegetables has also increased.

Ge Gen made fun of it at the side: "It can be seen that my wife likes young people, I am old-fashioned and don't attract people's pain!"

"Fuck you, can you be the same as Mo'er?"

Mrs. Ji scolded her, but she didn't take the frivolous language seriously. People in the mountains are not so refined, and they don't pick any occasions for daily jokes.

Master Ji didn't care, and just said: "Your wife doesn't love you, so stop eating meat."

"No way, this friendship is all in the flesh!"

Ge Gen smiled obscenely, and winked like he was teasing his wife with a pun, Ji Mo almost choked, what kind of style is this?

Then look at Master Ji's eight winds that don't move, eating meat as if he didn't hear it, okay, this kind of emotional dialogue is normal and natural, maybe it's because he wants to get close?

Ji Mo guessed, and his thoughts almost turned a corner, no, he can't do this, so, "Thank you, Master."

"Thank you, eat more and gain weight, look how thin you are!"

Mrs. Ji added another piece of meat to Ji Mo's bowl, completely ignoring Ge Gen's nonsense.

Ge Gen didn't put much thought into it either, because of the difference in seniority and age, even if Mrs. Ji is younger than Mr. Ji, she is not a beautiful beauty. Even if Mrs. Ji is willing, he will not. It is not worth it to ruin her reputation for this. .

Everyone knew that this statement was false, so it was just a funny joke. No one took it to heart, but Ji Mo thought about it for nothing to make sure that he couldn't change his style, and resolutely maintained himself.

After a meal, Mrs. Ji was busy cleaning up, and Ge Gen followed suit. He didn't stop when he came home, carrying water and sweeping the floor, and he rushed to do the hard work that Master Ji should help. I have to say , with this cleverness, it's no wonder that Master Ji brought him back when he went home.

It is true that these disciples who have been accepted as apprentices are half-sons, and they can live with them.

Ji Mo had seen such apprentices before, so he was not surprised. Seeing that Ge Gen was busy with work, he also wanted to help, so he moved his feet, but was stopped by Master Ji, and he should study when he was full. How about a small stove?

"What do you think of the bridge we walked over?"

Master Ji opened his mouth to ask about the bridge.

Ji Mo thought for a while, that bridge is a covered bridge, and the vegetation here looks luxuriant. It should be the kind with humid climate and frequent rain. It is a pause for passers-by to rest, and just by looking at the bustling energy, one can know its effect on the economy.

But this is definitely not what Master Ji asked. If you want to talk about the bridge, what can you see if you just walk on the bridge deck?How to answer in order to continue to maintain the "personal design"?If you want to get more attention from the master, you need to rack your brains like competing for favor.