Sea-hunting: With the system in hand, my eyes are the ruler

In the dream, his parents told him not to keep their room, but in his heart he still wanted to keep that room.

Old Zhou was obviously a little disappointed. After all, there weren't many clients like Jiang Han who paid on time and didn't cause trouble.

There was a customer who paid on time, but it was just too weird.

Every day, I was worried that they would do too much work and not be careful enough, so I set a certain amount of work for them.

When painting the wall, they were given lines and could only paint a small area a day.

If it exceeds the limit, he will scrape away the excess and ask them to repaint.

They were also given lines for laying floor tiles and other things.

When working at their house, the work can't be done quickly at all.

People like Jiang Han are simply conscientious customers.

"Don't you have enough money?" Lao Zhou asked hesitantly.

Jiang Han was stunned. How could he have such an idea?

He didn't explain, thinking it was a good excuse, "Yeah, money's tight."

Old Zhou nodded and understood what was going on.

While they were working, several women from the village would come over to see how they were getting on.

We can also chat while watching.

It is said that Jiang Han made all his money by fishing at sea.

He felt at the time that he couldn't make money by catching seafood, and sure enough, he ran out of money halfway through the renovation.

Jiang Han took out 3000 yuan and gave it to him. "Uncle Zhou, I was wrong about this. Use this money to have a couple of good meals with your brothers."

Lao Zhou quickly pushed the money back and said, "You've already paid for our work. You also paid for our tea and meals. You've been very polite. Keep this money for yourself."

Knowing that Jiang Han had no money, he didn't have the heart to take Jiang Han's money.

His own son is in high school, and he just can't stand young people spending money lavishly.

"I'm going back first. I'll come back tomorrow to continue working on the first floor."

Now that they understood Jiang Han's plan, they could take over the rest of the work.

Lao Zhou left, and Jiang Han still had 3000 yuan in his hand.

Forget it, if the other party doesn’t want it, he can’t force it on him.

He suddenly wanted to go and see the foundation.

He knew where the foundation was, but he had never visited it.

Taking advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do now, he opened the door and headed towards the foundation.

As the management system becomes increasingly strict, the village has not approved new foundations for a long time.

Jiang Han walked to a piece of wasteland and stopped.

The wasteland is covered with rocks.

Some tenacious weeds grew out from the pile of rocks.

There was the sound of waves crashing in the distance.

Standing on this wasteland, he could see the sea clearly.

There are no other buildings blocking the view.

In the house he lives in now, only his room can overlook the sea.

As long as he designs it reasonably here, there will be many places where you can see the sea.

He could also get a floor-to-ceiling glass window and put a swing next to it.

When it is cold in winter, you can also face the sea and warm yourself by the fire.

Although it is a little far from the center of the village, the view is really good.

There are no other houses nearby, so there are fewer neighborhood conflicts.

If the piece of land his parents had gotten for him could really be secured, it would be his ideal Feng Shui treasure land.

Jiang Han sat in the wasteland for a while, looked at the sea view, and then left with satisfaction.

At 1:30 in the morning, Jiang Han was awakened by the alarm clock.

He had finished washing up, but when he went out he found that the wind was a bit strong.

He quickly took out his cell phone and took a look.

Yesterday it was force two, now it's force six?!

This weather forecast is indeed inaccurate.

With such a wind like this, he wouldn't even know when his little boat would capsize at sea.

He called Zhang Haidai, and sure enough, Zhang Haidai was already waiting at the dock.

"The wind is strong, come back." His wrist was injured, so he took a break.

Zhang Haidai is not afraid of being tired or painful.

But it was too dangerous to go against the strong wind. He himself was not afraid of death, but he could not let Brother Han die with him.