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This kind of experience as a small worker is not difficult for Ji Mo to accept. It was the same when he was building bridges in the early years. From the time when he started to build bridges, he was disliked by others and his speed was slow. Later, he directed others to start. If the time between them was shorter , is aimed at the same group of people, and there may be some pleasure in face-slapping.

It's a pity that it's not. Years of training will always make people's mentality mature, and they will no longer be happy with some childish wins and losses.

Revisiting the experience of that kind of small worker now, I can't say that I have nostalgia, but it is indeed interesting, even Wang Jiulang's cold face is also superficial.

To put it bluntly, they are still upright, they don't make any twists and turns, if they don't understand, they don't do it, if they don't understand, they don't do it, if they don't like it, it can be shown on their faces, but they don't make any messy secrets. Hand to disgusting people.

Ji Mo was by Wang Dajiang's side, and with him looking after him, even Wang Jiulang's cold face was only him, and everyone else greeted him with smiles. They couldn't tell the relationship between Ji Mo and Wang Dajiang. He is extremely friendly and takes care of him a lot, so he just thinks that this is some kind of nephew who is close to others and needs to be taken care of.

Hearing Master Wang's praise of Ji Mo's various ideas, the care they were brought up made them a little more friendly to "other people's children".

Some saw Wang Jiulang giving Ji Mo a cold face, and even persuaded Wang Jiulang in private: "You should also study hard, and let your father praise you more. Why do you make people look bad? To be honest, they are indeed better than you." Good study!"

To his son, Wang Dajiang has a very simple way of thinking. He has never praised him face to face. He made a mistake and scolded him loudly. He said it behind his back, and he often said that Wang Jiulang was full of strength and didn't know his mind. It's a turn.

It sounds derogatory, but it is actually joyful.

It's a pity that this layer of joy is too obscure, and not everyone can understand it. Among the craftsmen, there are more young ones than old ones. They have plenty of energy, can do things, and it is easier to learn to do things. I understand the superficial meaning, that is, Wang Dajiang is not so satisfied with his son Wang Jiulang.

On the contrary, Ji Mo is the newcomer, like a new favorite.

If there is something good on the top, it will be great on the bottom.

Those who pointed at Dajiang Wang to eat this bowl of rice, more or less looked at Dajiang Wang's face, so they treated Ji Mo very well, and towards Wang Jiulang, knowing that he was his own son, they would not go up and stab him, and they didn't have so much free time. I won't take a high look either.

After two clicks and a comparison, the gap came out.

Ji Mo knew what was going on, and was not proud of it, but it was really difficult for Wang Jiulang, and there were always people whispering in his ears to make him think about it, let him be tolerant, let him be positive, and study hard .

He didn't think about anything at first, and he wanted to think about something, not to mention that he actually thought about something, but he didn't have time. In fact, Master Wang took Ji Mo with him every day, and asked Ji Mo to try some things, but it was not worth it. Competing things, it is not easy to be in a difficult situation.

At the corner, Ji Mo saw Wang Jiulang being dragged by his friend to say such words. His red face, which resembled Master Wang's, could not be seen to have turned redder, but the eyeballs had indeed widened.

"How is he better than me!"

A tall and strong man suddenly said such words, it really is a macho man crying, extremely wronged.

This huge contrast made Ji Mo couldn't help but find it a bit funny. Looking at Wang Jiulang again, he didn't think it was fierce, but he felt a little unexpectedly pitiful.

His friend didn't have such a perception. Hearing the sound of Ruo Hongzhong, he was only about to quarrel with someone, shook his head and sighed: "Your father has already said it, don't you admit it?"

"You—" Wang Jiulang didn't know what to say. Of course he was not qualified to resist his own father, nor was he qualified to refute his words, but it was absolutely impossible for him to admit that his father was right. , the dilemma is really going to kill people.

"We all work in the same place, and we are always like a family. The master often said that, let us be like brothers. Even if you don't like him, he doesn't hinder you. Don't let it go. , suffocate yourself."

My friend is sincerely persuading me, and I hope Wang Jiulang will take it easy. Parents like other people's children. Is this something they know on the first day when they are sons?

He also gave an example of how his father was optimistic about other people's children, and used other people's children to demean himself. After saying this, he felt that he and Wang Jiulang were more and more sympathetic, and it seemed more like a comfort to himself: "Look Open it up, didn't he just come to learn for a while? He left after he learned it, and it has nothing to do with you in the future. Besides, it's like a scene. What a disadvantage, why do you always keep a cold face, as if someone owes you..."

Wang Jiulang was stupid, he didn't seem to be able to speak, he didn't agree with what he said, he just stared at people, tired of hearing, he waved his hand and said, "You don't understand."

"I don't know what, don't you just think about it? As if someone doesn't know. Let me tell you, Jiulang, don't be stingy. There is nothing you can't stand for such a big man. He has to be here screwed on."

The friend was still persuading him, as if he was afraid that Wang Jiulang would find Ji Mo to fight him one day.

Ji Mo was a little embarrassed listening to him, big brother, how much did I pay you for giving me public relations?

The man was really able to speak, and after he finished his rambling, and after a while, when Ji Mo walked out, he thought that both of them had left, but when he turned around a few steps, he saw Wang Jiulang who hadn't left.

He is holding a tool and smashing against a piece of wood. His thick hands want to carve fine patterns on it. Sometimes it is hard to imagine such a seemingly unaesthetic hand without seeing it with his own eyes. How to carve such a gentle and smooth pattern.

Seeing Ji Mo, Wang Jiulang used to have a cold face, but after a moment of coldness, he quickly raised his head and looked in the direction Ji Mo was coming from.

Ji Mo was a little embarrassed. It was not right to accidentally eavesdrop on other people's conversations, and it was discovered.

The direction he came from, if he had walked just now, the position where Wang Jiulang is now would be shrouded in shadow, but he didn't feel the shadow, Wang Jiulang looked at the wider pillar, just now Ji Mo is hiding behind it.

Seeing the unbelievable expression on Wang Jiulang's face, Ji Mo smiled awkwardly: "I overheard, I'm sorry."

"You can invite people's hearts, so many people talk to you."

Wang Jiulang was full of depression, he hadn't done anything yet, so many people thought he might do something, and said something in advance, what does this mean?

"You're being polite. They are mostly looking at Master Wang's face. I hope you and I get along well."

Ji Mo's understanding of this is still very clear. It's just that after hearing this sentence, Wang Jiulang not only did not relieve his anger, but also seemed to be a little more angry. He glared at himself, and felt inexplicable for a while. , he wouldn't think he was showing off.

"You can be proud, see how long you can be proud!"

Wang Jiulang said something that had no deterrent effect, and he was not in the mood to continue carving. He put down the tool and left. The half-carved wood was thrown on the ground. The wood had good elasticity, and even jumped up and down twice.

Looking at his back, Ji Mo touched his nose, this is not his fault.

The carving tools were taken away by Wang Jiulang. Looking at the piece of wood, Ji Mo could see what kind of patterns Wang Jiulang wanted to carve. I have to say that the replacement of architectural patterns is also very slow. It was used a long time ago. The pattern is still in use now, and there are few innovations.

Ji Mo thinks that the problem is, on the one hand, the reason why craftsmen rarely have that kind of leisure, and on the other hand, it is because there are no special designers to pay attention to such details.

Sit on the seat where Wang Jiulang sat before, and take out the tools that you carry with you. It's not a handy carving knife, but it can be used. With Ji Mo's skills, you don't need any special tools. Let him display skills not inferior to expert level.

The carving knife circulates on the wood, patterns appear one after another, the fine texture of the wood is cut open, and another form is presented because of the pattern, and the previous pattern is connected. Soon, a complete carved pattern is completed .

Ji Mo blew away the lint on the wood, put the tools away, put the wood where it was, looked at the sky, and went directly to the dining place to gather.

The canteen on the construction site is farther away from the wooden building, and it is still in a relatively deserted location. A group of people came early and sat for a while, rested their hands and feet, and chatted.

On the large stove built up, one big iron pot after another is stewing something. It is not easy to stir-fry dishes in such a big pot. Most of them have to be stewed. .

Wang Jiulang was sitting with his friends, and they were talking about something. When Ji Mo came over, he saw it at a glance, and he was about to say hello with a smile. The other party turned his face away, obviously unwilling to talk to him. It's all cooling down.

Following Wang Jiulang's change, some people turned their eyes here, and greeted Ji Mo enthusiastically. Sitting next to Wang Jiulang, his friends were also so enthusiastic.

Ji Mo greeted everyone with a smile. He didn't go over to sit with Wang Jiulang and the others. Instead, he did it nearby, and he didn't pay much attention. If there is a piece of brick or wood, it's enough to pad his buttocks.

What Wang Jiulang didn't know was that on Ji Mo's side, someone told him not to be misled by Wang Jiulang's performance, thinking that Wang Jiulang didn't like him so much. Win the two of them together and make the two brothers reconcile.

Ji Mo just laughed and answered everything. When Dajiang Wang asked, it was obvious that he knew what his son was like.

"There's nothing wrong with it. Brother Wang Jiu has a pure mind and is easy to get along with."

Thinking of all the friends around Wang Jiulang greeting him warmly, and Wang Jiulang's awkward expression, Ji Mo thought it was funny. If he were Wang Jiulang, he would be so angry that he was obviously his friend, and he didn't have the same heart with him. Excessive!