Chapter 172: Zhu's request

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In response to boss Zhu ’s request and complaint, Wang Ping'an felt very innocent. He just cleaned the pond and dealt with the miscellaneous fish. Why did he make the best wild fish?
"My family has four small ponds that have been cleaned up and gone," Wang Ping explained patiently.
"I don't care, you can buy a few more ponds. Anyway, as long as you catch the fish, I will buy them at a high price." Zhu boss seems to be relying on him for his willfulness.
"Is this possible? Then I will buy two more ponds?" Wang Ping asked tentatively.
"Buy, buy, how much does it cost, I'll pay in advance." Zhu Zhongjiu was excited and excited, urging.
"Pay 10,000 yuan in advance. After all, it is a pond of others. The asking price is high. Should I keep some profit?" Wang Ping said.
"Yes, it should be. Wait a minute, I will transfer the money." Zhu Zhongjiu finished, and after a few seconds, he transferred 10,000 yuan through WeChat.
Wang Pinghang hung up the phone, collected the money, and turned to Laiwang, saying: "The pond next door to Wang Hongliang's house has been said to be cleaned up. There has been no time. Let's help him clean up."
Lai Wang said: "His orchard has contracted hundreds of acres of land. There are more than a dozen ponds on the ground. How many will we help him clean?"
"Help others, please help a few," Wang Ping said with awe.
"..." If he hadn't heard his phone call, Laiwang almost believed.
Now that he has received the money, Wang Ping'an will do the work, without delay, go directly to the orchard next door, and see Wang Hongliang.
"Erbao, I heard that you came back yesterday, but the orchard is too busy, and I have n’t had time to talk to you. You made a trip to the mountain and made hundreds of thousands of dollars. What fruit. "
Upon meeting, Wang Hongliang was touted.
Wang Ping'an complained: "The money in the mountains is not easy to make. I almost can't come back. If you don't believe you, ask Uncle Jiefang. That beast is really fierce ... Alas, I will tell you about the dangerous things in the mountains. I came to you this time. Want to talk about something serious. "
"Our brother is polite, as long as he doesn't borrow money, he can say anything."
"..." It sounds very routine. Wang Ping felt that he should borrow it.
In the future, when someone comes to borrow money, this sentence will be dumped directly, which can kill everything in seconds.
"I heard before that the pond in your land was cleaned by no one, and I was too lazy to raise fish. I wanted to contract two." Wang Ping expressed his intention.
Wang Hongliang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It turned out to be a contracted pond. It's easy to say that the two closest to your house will contract for you. One thousand yuan a year. If you earn money from fish farming, you can do it for me."
"The fish in that pond ..."
"Send you, there aren't any fish in it anyway, and I don't have time to clean up. When I catch the yellow eel and loach, I can just give Lu Sheng some relief."
Wang Ping'an felt that this neighbor was so atmospheric. He transferred him two thousand dollars on the spot, paid the contract fee, and then assured him that he would send them some when he caught the fish.
When it came back to his orchard, it was getting dark. Wang Ping saw the big yellow dog wandering around the seven beautiful little bitches, and his master returned without any reason.
Laiwang has packed his things and said hello, ready to go home from work.
Wang Pingan poured some leftovers directly to them, and then returned to the old house with the finished pheasant and bamboo rat meat reserved at noon.
The big yellow dog didn't go back to his old house with him, he should have his own work.
Wang Ping'an felt that it was time to add food to the big yellow dog tomorrow. If he couldn't catch a new bamboo rat or rabbit, he would have to buy some raw beef for him.
When I returned home, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and my grandmother was teaching her sister to write in brush in the hall.
I heard from my mother that my grandmother is not only a cadre of the provincial health system, but also versatile, including piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, embroidery, poetry, and prose.
Wang Ping put the leftovers set aside at noon in the kitchen, let her mother warm up, washed her hands, and went to watch in the hall.
Hard pen calligraphy is so complicated, it takes a long time to practice, but it is difficult to get started, but the brush is so simple, Wang Ping feels that this thing is used by himself, as simple as drinking water to eat.
When I saw the brush words written by my grandmother and my sister, I felt a little ... not pretty.
Before going to school, the teacher arranged homework either with a pencil or with a pen. If he was allowed to write with brush, Wang Ping thought that he could crush the teachers and students of the whole school.
Now the brush character is not called brush character, but calligraphy, it is an art.
Wang Ping'an stood next to the table, looked at it for a while, felt a little bored, and couldn't help but yawn.
"Erbao is back, let's take a look at Feng Xi's brush writing. How is it written?" Grandmother seemed to see him coming in and asked kindly.
"It's okay to write." Wang Pingping replied in disbelief.
"Well, it's much better than what you wrote. My brother is still practicing hard calligraphy. He often writes crookedly, and I don't see it." Feng Xi made a grimace in disbelief.
Wang Ping'an did not want to quarrel with his sister and surrendered: "Walk and go, you write well, what is there to show off. I practice hard calligraphy, just to sign the contract so that the name is written better."
"Pooh, I almost believed it. How many contracts did my brother sign a year?" Feng Xi smiled and put down his brush and moved his wrist.
The grandmother put down the reading glasses and persuaded with a smile: "Okay, your brothers and sisters, how old are you, and still fighting. Erbao is also not discouraged. When there is time, the grandmother will teach you how to write calligraphy, OK?"
"Well ... Thank you grandma." Wang Ping'an thanked, and didn't want to argue about this trivial matter.
At this time, Su Wenting just happened to serve the food, ready to eat dinner.
Wang Degui stuck and returned to his old house with a helmet on the construction site.
When he washes his hands, he whispered to Wang Ping An: "Son, have you found the muddy ball that threw a stone and hit our roof?"
"Today I was busy working in Taoyuan. I haven't found any useful clues for the time being, but it has already made people inquire." Wang Pingping replied.
"Wait for dinner, when you sit outside, if you hear something, put on this hard hat, hold a bright flashlight, and look for the muddy ball. After you catch it, start lightly, don't hurt the disabled, then call It is enough for those who come to the whole village to crusade against him. "
"Yes, I see." Wang Pingan glanced at the position of the equipment and remembered it.
Everyone sat at the table and began to eat dinner. Grandma tasted Wang Ping's craftsmanship for the first time, with amazement.
"Huh, this is Erbao's dish? It's delicious! He doesn't go home for dinner at noon, and I'm still worried that he is hungry. Now, it seems that I'm worried."
"In terms of cooking, Erbao is really talented. I have learned how to cook a few times." Su Wenting smiled beside him.
In front of his elders, Wang Ping'an has always been very modest and low-key: "I also think I am delicious to cook! By the way, my grandmother will be fine in the future, you can go to Taoyuan and take a look at the surrounding scenery, eat my meals at noon, near Before Cheng, you can definitely take care of your body. "
At this moment, another sound of "dang" came from the roof, with the sound of fist-sized stones rolling down.