Marry the real young master and his uncle [rebirth]

After half an hour's drive, Fang Xingquan got off the car, thinking that there would be dust flying everywhere, but Baotian Village was indeed beautiful. It was probably difficult to get in and out, and the village basically retained its original ecological features.

"What a handsome young man, where did he come from?" The aunt who was carrying a basin of clothes spoke enthusiastically to Fang Xingquan.

Liang Shouguo clapped Fang Xingquan's shoulder with his big hand, and said with a smile, "My nephew, Xingquan, is called Aunt Li."

Fang Xingquan nodded obediently, and greeted people: "Aunt Li."

"Hey, good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good."

The temperature continues to rise, the cicadas are singing, and the surrounding green trees are cool. The elderly and children sit under the big trees and shake their fans to enjoy the cool.

The construction site is surrounded by open areas with no shade. The workers have been working for a long time, sweating profusely, and their skin is shiny by the hot sun. The construction of the house is coming to an end. It is almost the same as the blueprint, and Liang Shouguo's supervision is still in place.

"Xingquan, do you really want to go in and take a look?" Liang Shouguo was worried. He heard Fang Xingquan's nephew say about the shoes on Fang Xingquan's feet from time to time, and they cost tens of thousands.

Fang Xingquan took the hard hat from Liang Shouguo and put it on skillfully, "Yes."

"Uncle Liang, please take some paper and take notes."

Liang Shouguo was at a loss, but later he understood the role of pen and paper. The house that he and his co-workers were satisfied with in every possible way had problems everywhere in Fang Xingquan's eyes.

In fact, most of the problems occurred because the two had different ideas. In layman's terms, the knowledge in Fang Xingquan's mind had been updated for several versions, while Liang Shouguo was still at the original version.

Liang Shouguo's knowledge was obtained through his own practice or taught by his master. He has used it for many years without any problems. Suddenly, a child younger than his son told him that you can't do this. You have to follow my method, which is obviously very difficult. Accept it, but think that it is the other party who is wrong.

There are not a few people who think like Liang Shouguo, so there are often construction masters on the construction site who talk to themselves, do not follow the drawings, and are sure that their own method is simpler and more reliable. Too late to regret.

Fang Xingquan patiently communicated with Liang Shouguo the reason for his design, and why this is more suitable for use here. After two hours, Liang Shouguo noticed that his voice was hoarse and reminded him to take a break and drink some water.

He pursed his parched lips, and when he touched the wound in the morning, he frowned in pain, and at the same time raised the corners of his lips.

Liang Shouguo wanted to find him a chair, but Fang Xingquan sat down on the rock, not paying attention at all, and everyone was stunned.

"Uncle Liang, you sit down and rest and don't mind me." Fang Xingquan's movements were casual but not rude, and the workers next to him laughed and talked to him.

"Young man, are you a relative of Liang Gong's family?"

Fang Xingquan raised his hand to wipe his sweat, Liang Shouguo opened his mouth to introduce him, Fang Xingquan said first: "Yes, I am his nephew, I will come over for a few days during the summer vacation."

The workers naturally didn't doubt it. After all, this kind of fact is common. Occasionally, there will be a few young boys on the construction site. They are basically children of their relatives or fellow villagers. Well, the clothes are not cheap at first glance, so they must be here for fun.

Liang Shouguo lowered his voice and asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you tell them?"

"Let's talk about it later when the time is right. If I tell the truth, at my age, who would believe me except you? Don't let the house be built, and everyone will run away." Fang Xingquan is not underestimated. When Er saw that the chief designer was a young boy, he probably thought he was a rich second generation playing tricks, but it was impossible to believe that he had real talents.

If something goes wrong while repairing a house, it’s enough to pay if you don’t hit anyone. If you hit someone, you can’t go bankrupt. If everyone goes out to make a living, no one can afford to gamble.

Liang Shouguo lowered his face and thought about it seriously. Fang Xingquan's concerns were right, just as he would not tell customers that the designer actually started freshman year in September, even if he put T big on it.

"I didn't think about it." Liang Shouguo lit a cigarette.

Fang Xingquan moved aside, Liang Shouguo was taken aback, smiling awkwardly, "Sorry, sorry, you can't smell the smoke, can you?"

"It's okay, I don't object to smoking, my family members are more sensitive." Fang Xingquan worked overtime in his last life to draw design drafts, and he couldn't draw without inspiration. He felt irritable and depressed, and often smoked one to relieve stress.

After getting close to Uncle Liang and the others on the construction site, other people would give him cigarettes. Fang Xingquan would sometimes smoke one, but not much.

Liang Shouguo pressed the cigarette butt, thinking that Fang Xingquan was talking about his parents, he said with a look of relief: "Good boy, you are really filial."

Fang Xingquan choked suddenly, arched his back and coughed violently, and burst into tears from laughter.

Liang Shouguo quickly handed him water, patted his back, and asked with concern: "How is it? Are you okay?"

"Cough...it's okay, thank you, Uncle Liang." Fang Xingquan barely stopped coughing after drinking water, the smile on his face was still there, his skin was white and rosy, his face looked very small, like a fairy boy carved from jade.

"It's a pity that my family is a boy. If my uncle has a daughter, I will keep you as my son-in-law." Liang Shouguo looked regretful.

Fang Xingquan was almost choked again, and he didn't dare to tell Liang Shouguo that he was like a boy.

After the break, the two put on their hard hats and continued to work. Fang Xingquan said with a serious expression: "Uncle Liang, the people under your command must trust you, so you must trust me, otherwise similar problems will easily recur in the future. Only those who give orders I need one, if you disagree or don’t understand something, you can solve it with me in private, okay?”

Liang Shouguo stared deeply at Fang Xingquan. He is less than 20 years old, but he has such courage and a very mature attitude. He doesn't look like a boy at all. Thinking about his nephew who is the same age, he still believes in the existence of Ultraman. Heart.

"Okay." Liang Shouguo agreed with Fang Xingquan's words. A team really doesn't need two people who give orders. It is easy to cause disagreements between teams. If there are problems, he and Fang Xingquan will solve them in private.

Aunt Wu cooked a large table of dishes at noon. Liang Shouguo enthusiastically advised Fang Xingquan to eat more at first. After three bowls of rice, Liang Shouguo was dumbfounded, "Xingquan, don't hold back if you can't eat, your body is important."

Fang Xingquan picked up the eggplant with minced meat, poured a spoonful of gravy on it, and served it well, "Okay, Uncle Liang."

So Liang Shouguo watched Fang Xingquan, who had promised well, ate five bowls of rice.

"You...Xingquan, do you usually eat like this?" Liang Shouguo doubted.

"Aunt Wu's cooking is so delicious. I ate some more today. I usually only eat three bowls." Fang Xingquan's face flushed slightly, and Aunt Wu smiled lovingly. you do."

"Okay, thank you Aunt Wu." Fang Xingquan frowned, harmless to humans and animals, who would have thought that he could eat five bowls of rice in one meal.

Liang Shouguo stared at Fang Xingquan in bewilderment, why didn't he gain weight?

In this regard, Xi Tingzhou has the same doubts.

In the afternoon, Fang Xingquan went back covered in dust. Liang Shouguo sent him to the station and answered the phone.

"Boss Tian came to see you on purpose and missed it."

Fang Xingquan shrugged, "It's just a coincidence that I didn't see him, lest he be disappointed."

After the two said a few words, they were about to say goodbye. Fang Xingquan thought for a while and told Liang Shouguo: "Uncle Liang, you can mention it to Boss Tian when you go to Baotian Village. Come and play."

"Ah?" Liang Shouguo scratched his head in surprise, "The houses in Baotian Village are so rotten, and there are muddy fields everywhere, what's so interesting?"

Fang Xingquan smiled meaningfully, "Uncle Liang, you don't understand, this is called the original ecology, the natural scenery."

"As for the rotten house, aren't we just repairing the house?"

Liang Shouguo slowly opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth wide, "Okay, you boy!"

He excitedly slapped Fang Xingquan on the shoulder, so hard that Fang Xingquan suspected that he wanted to slap himself into the ground, "Talent, talent!"

"Uncle has only one word for you, obey!"

Liang Shouguo gave Fang Xingquan a thumbs up, and smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "But let the village chief take care of this matter. What's the use of mentioning it to Boss Tian? He can't make the decision."

Fang Xingquan rubbed his shoulders and explained patiently: "If you want to develop the local tourism industry, it is not enough to rely solely on the village head and villagers, you also need financial support. Boss Tian is a businessman, and a businessman values ​​profits. Ketu, he will naturally clear up the troubles, and you don’t need to say that he will also lobby the village chief, and the village chief will lobby the villagers, and the matter will be settled.”

"Listening to what you say is better than ten years of reading!" Liang Shouguo slapped Shang Xingquan on the shoulder, and praised: "You are worthy of being the number one scholar, and the stars of Wenqu come down to earth!"

Fang Xingquan suspected that he had suffered internal injuries, so he covered his shoulders to say goodbye.

After getting off the bus, Fang Xingquan's phone rang, "Hello, Uncle Xi."

"I just got out of the car, have you come back yet?" Fang Xingquan patted the dust off his body, worrying about bumping into Xi Tingzhou.

Fortunately, Xi Tingzhou was still outside, and he relaxed his grip.

"I'll be back in about half an hour and take you out for dinner." Xi Tingzhou seemed to be in a good mood, with a slight smile in his voice.

As the person next to Xi Tingzhou's pillow, Fang Xingquan immediately noticed, "Okay, did you discuss a big deal today?"

Xi Tingzhou paused for half a second and asked, "How?"

Fang Xingquan pushed open the courtyard door and counted with his fingers: "You invited me out to dinner, and your voice sounds very pleasant."

"A sharp puppy." Xi Tingzhou laughed softly.

The ears were numb and numb, a small electric current rushed through the cochlea, the pinna of the ear was bleeding red, and it was astonishingly hot, Fang Xingquan said viciously: "Wow!"

Whose family's unweaned pup is scaring people, with fierce milk, so cute that it makes people tremble.

For a moment, Xi Tingzhou on the other side of the phone burst into laughter, which made Fang Xingquan's face flush and his ears itch.

After laughing, Xi Tingzhou's voice was extremely hoarse, "Xingquan, you are so cute."

A short sentence easily touched Fang Xingquan's heartstrings. He couldn't help curling himself up by the shoe cabinet. Every inch of his skin was scorched, especially his cheeks seemed to be boiled like eggs, his eyes were moist, and the sound of his heartbeat echoed throughout the room, deafening.

He seemed to be back at night with a high fever, dry mouth, flustered, desperate for someone to help him cool down.

Fang Xingquan's pupils flickered, his long legs curled up further, he probably touched something, he couldn't hold back a muffled snort, the man on the other end of the phone suddenly sank, his voice tinged with danger, "Xingquan, what are you doing? "

There seemed to be no upper limit to the heat, Fang Xingquan was dizzy, felt that he was almost cooked, and shook his head in a panic, "No... I didn't do anything."

The air was suddenly quiet, and there was a faint sound of electric current in his ears. Fang Xingquan's heart was surging and his breathing was disordered.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The heart was beating violently, as if it was going to burst through the chest cavity in the next second. Extreme tension could actually breed great pleasure. Fang Xingquan didn't dare to curl up his legs anymore, he was afraid that a small scratch would cause a "big disaster".

"Baby, tell Uncle what you are doing?" Xi Tingzhou's cold voice was like cold chains imprisoning Fang Xingquan's siblings.

Fang Xingquan was like a patient suffering from asthma, he couldn't control his breathing, and his eyelashes were silently wet. He couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't want to suffer alone. He bit his slightly red and swollen lower lip, right on the wound left by Xi Tingzhou. On the road, the pain gave him a moment of sobriety, and he said hoarsely: "The puppy is waiting for you to come home."

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