A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Seeing that things were going badly, the thug immediately said, "Auntie, you have a son, don't you? You don't want him to be followed by someone every day, do you?"

When her son was mentioned, Jia Zhangshi's momentum weakened again.

Looking back towards my house, a pretty face flashed past the window.

"Milk~~ Waaah~~~"

Green-skinned man smirked, "Oh, old lady, you're lucky. Tsk tsk~~"

The word "Grandma" completely deflated Jia Zhangshi's imposing manner, leaving her with no choice but to reach into her purse.

She loosened her belt slightly and bent down to reach into her pocket for a penny, but a large black ten coin slid out with her movement.

Jia Zhangshi was startled: Oh no! She had forgotten that Jia Dongxu had secretly paid two months' worth of retirement money for him yesterday. She had overslept and woken up late today, and hadn't hidden the money in their usual spot yet.

Sure enough, the man lying on the ground stopped yelling when he saw the money.

A starving dog picked up the large black ten that had fallen to the ground and ran away without looking back.

Seeing this, the gang of thugs shouted things like "Let's call it even and call it even," and quickly retreated.

Before Jia Zhangshi could react, all that was left at the scene was a water ladle broken into pieces.

An older woman picked it up and found it was made of gourd, with the skin worn through.

"My money!" Jia Zhangshi wanted to chase after her, but her loose belt held her back.

By the time she tied it back up, there was no trace of those people left in the yard.

……

The east wing was dimly lit.

Liu Daba La, accompanied by a younger cousin, closed the door and looked around the house. The three rooms were all the same size, about 4.5 meters long and no more than 3 meters wide, but they were a bit taller, almost 4 meters high.

Liu Daba frowned: "Tsk, no ladder. Looks like we'll have to find something to build a ladder."

After searching all three rooms, all that could be found was a rickety table in the middle room and a bundle of rope emitting a strange smell in the corner; there was nothing else.

At this moment, Liu Daba La listened to the noise from the Intermediate Court but paid no attention.

In a tenement courtyard, noise and commotion are the norm. It would be strange if it were truly quiet and peaceful.

Why hasn't Qingpi, who was looking for water, returned yet?

Hmm, I'll have to give him a piece of my mind later, to teach him a lesson.

Liu Daba, who was still pondering how to arrange manpower later, did not notice several figures flashing past behind him.

The more mature-looking young man, however, came over carrying a bucket of water.

"Hey buddy, here's the water. Consider the cornbread we borrowed this morning as payment for helping you carry the lime. We're even!"

With that, he threw down the bucket and hurriedly ran out the door.

Watching the figure run away, Liu Daba could only curl his lip in disdain:

"Perfect! I've saved money on steamed buns! I'm telling you, I'm planning to treat you to mixed flour steamed buns for lunch!"

"Pah, you bumpkins from Tianjin, you're so spineless! Don't let me see you again!" Liu Daba spat towards the door.

"Second brother, go and stir the lime."

"If they're not up to par, we have to step up! This is our starting point. From now on, we'll grow bigger and stronger!"

The second brother patted the white lime off his head: "Hey! You want to grow bigger and stronger? Nobody would put this lime mixed with soil on the wall. If you add water and stir it up, it'll look like you've smeared shit."

Liu the Scarface didn't care. "What do you care? As long as we get the money, what's the harm in people having this kind of taste?"

“Those few agents have seen all of my stuff.”

Yes, those people who subcontracted the work to him actually saw this pile of yellow and white lime.

But what they thought was that Xu Damao meant by "just doing it casually".

Let's do it then. If there are any problems, we'll find Liu the Scarface. It's his job anyway.

Liu Dabalai thought, "You've all seen it, and you're not offering any opinions, so let's just do it this way. It'll save everyone trouble."

Therefore, the practice of subcontracting projects at multiple levels has a long tradition.

After all the twists and turns, only heaven knows what the final product will look like.

People always have beautiful dreams, but reality is often cruel.

After a bucket of water was poured in, the small amount of lime was stained a muddy yellow by the mud.

Can this really get on the wall?

Liu Daba, who had always been stubborn, imagined the whole room turning a dull yellow, and even he shuddered.

Well, since we're already here, we might as well paint the ceiling. As for the walls below, we'll just have to find some more whitewash somewhere else.

Liu Daba La moved the lame table over and placed it against the wall. He then lifted the lame side himself and urged his second brother to stand on it.

The second child dawdled as he stood up, trying to reach it on tiptoe, but he couldn't reach it at all!

He was a lazy person by nature, and his jumping around all morning had almost digested the cornbread he had just eaten.

I gritted my teeth and stomped hard on the side of the table that was lame.

Liu Daba was not paying attention and his hand, which was lifting the table, lost its grip, causing his second son to roll off the table.

"Ouch, I can't take it anymore! Bro, I've twisted my ankle!"

"Hey bro, let's do it tomorrow. At least bring a ladder!"

Looking at his second brother lying on the ground, Liu Daba felt a wave of frustration: My teammates are all pigs!

Enough, enough. Mountains crumble, people leave.

Our ancestors were right; people still have to rely on themselves!

Liu Daba, who was determined to expand and strengthen his business, ignored his second son who was lying on the ground and did not get up. He went to the corner of the wall, untied the rope, and forcefully swung one end of the rope onto the roof beam.

Then wrap the other end around your waist and tie a slipknot.

"Come on, help me up!"

The second brother chuckled upon seeing this: "Hey, bro, what's wrong with your brain..."

"Stop talking nonsense, come on over here!"

The second brother reluctantly went over, but despite his laziness, he was still quite strong. He didn't have much effort and managed to hang Liu the Scarface up.

Liu Daba La held a piece of white ash in one hand and a scraper in the other, and tried to apply it.

Hey!

You know what, it actually looks pretty much like that. Except for the waist being a bit tight, everything else is fine!

As he rubbed, Liu Daba noticed the cracks.

He immediately laughed: "Hey! You've chosen the right yellow clay. It's perfect for filling these cracks. No, you'll have to charge extra for filling them!"

Just as Liu Daba was busy.

With her daughter-in-law patting her chest and back, Jia Zhangshi calmed down.

The neighbors, like mushrooms after the rain, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and began to discuss Jia Zhangshi.

Some said they would report it to the authorities, others said they would ask the street office officials for help. Some said they were busy inside and didn't notice what was happening in the yard, otherwise they would have at least brought out a rolling pin to help keep things quiet!

However, despite all this talk, not a single person was willing to move their legs.

Hearing these words, Madam Jia Zhang sneered. She simply held her grandson in her arms, head bowed, lost in thought.

As the conversation went on, the topic shifted to whether these young thugs were from Tianjin or Beijing.

An older woman, holding a broken gourd, was quoting classical texts and saying things like, "These thugs are all lowlifes, and they're really going to get serious in Tianjin," and so on.

Looking at the older woman, Jia Zhangshi couldn't help but spit out a curse, remembering how she had just left. She just stared at her with hatred.

The older woman blushed slightly; what she had just done was indeed a bit unethical. But then she thought, "Wasn't this all your own doing? If you hadn't caused this mess, why would you be asking for water fees? You wouldn't have been extorted."

That's the situation, but you can't just say it like that; there has to be a proper way to put it.

An older woman recalled Yi Zhonghai's behavior:

"Auntie, shouldn't our compound have Uncle San to help guard the gate?"

"How did a bunch of thugs manage to break in?"