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Chapter 1459 Look down on

The next morning, the stove, which had been on all night, had lost much of its residual heat. The room had become cold and the bed was no longer warm.

Even Wang Yan got up more than half an hour earlier, as his biological clock had malfunctioned.

He is not afraid of cold, but the temperature he feels always affects his state. He has adapted to the warmth before, and the sudden switch also requires a process of getting used to.

Although there is heating in the room, he sleeps on a bed, and the feeling is much worse if the bed is not warm.

Wang Yan didn't stay in bed and got up as soon as he woke up.

She dressed quickly, heated up the stove, and put on the kettle to boil water. He then used the enamel pot to make a cup of hot water.

"Pooh!"

Sitting on the stool with his legs crossed, Wang Yan spat out a mouthful of tea leaves and looked at the bed.

His house was not big. Two families lived in the west wing. The family next door had two adults with four children and an old man. In fact, there were a lot of families in this yard, and there was a family of more than a dozen people in the backyard. It was not easy for them.

The country is now facing difficulties due to poverty, development stagnation, diplomatic setbacks, and geopolitical crisis. The people at the bottom are facing difficulties in life.

Relatively speaking, Wang Yan's situation was good. He lived in a large area, had a technical job, and earned 36 yuan a month with a second-level salary, in addition to a corresponding share of grain, oil, meat, cloth, coal, etc.

In addition, as Li Kuiyong said, Wang Yan took on some carpentry work himself. The neighbors knew that he had good craftsmanship, so they collected wood from various channels and asked him to make furniture. To be honest, given Wang Yan's background, this job was still someone Li Kuiyong actively contacted.

Although the hutong hangers-on were not popular, they had a wide range of information. Li Kuiyong did not have a big name, but he was well-known in the Nanheng Street area. The people he hung out with were all the young people in the neighborhood, and he could get information about anyone's family affairs.

In addition, Wang Yan has a more awesome reputation here, and people are willing to tell their families about it, to show that they are not doing this for nothing, that they can make furniture with their brothers, and the price is not expensive.

As a result, Wang Yan became somewhat famous. He was even more popular than the other old carpenters here, and he never ran out of work.

After drinking a pot of tea, the hot water was ready and the hot steam was squeaking against the lid of the kettle.

Wang Yan also made up his mind to sell the bed and instead build a kang in the room so that he could sleep more comfortably.

He got up and poured the boiling water in the kettle into the thermos, preparing it for use when he came back in the evening. Then he got a large spoonful of boiled water and heated up the leftover food from yesterday.

After he had finished his meal and washed up, the yard became lively again. Every household started to cook. The old man was coughing outside, and people were going in and out to empty the urine pot and the dirty water...

It was still early for work, and Wang Yan had no plans to exercise, as that would consume too much energy. His current money was enough for most people to eat, but not enough for him, not to mention that he wanted to eat well. So he simply decided not to exercise and conserve energy.

He picked up the materials placed in the house and started working diligently to earn money.

This was also contacted by Li Kuiyong, who wanted to build a cabinet.

Wang Yan used various tools to process the wood, and gradually made it into the required shape. Slow work produces fine work, and there is no need to rush this thing.

Wang Yan was even very thoughtful and did some detailed work, such as the mortise and tenon structure at the joints and the carved patterns on the surface, so that this kind of daily-use furniture can have more variety.

His carpentry skills were not high, but they were at level three. If we counted them according to the current eight-level standard, it would be level five or six. In addition, he also had level four woodcarving skills. With the combination of the two, the finished products he made by hand would be at least level four.

This level is converted to the system of eight-level workers, and the lowest level is level seven. In some aspects, it is even better than the eighth-level carpenter. After all, not all carpenters can carve. In this aspect alone, Wang Yan wins.

Apart from anything else, if he were in ancient times, he would be able to lead a group of people to repair the imperial palace, and he would have a lot of disciples and followers, so he would be a real master.

This time it was a coincidence, and he really wanted to study carpentry and let his children play with it in the future.

After working hard all morning, Wang Yan went straight out the door, closed it but did not lock it, got on his bike and left.

He really didn't lock the door. In the past two years, anyone who came to his house to steal things was caught by him, and he broke the hands of everyone, including the gang members.

I greeted my friends along the way and rode my bike slowly to the furniture factory. It was not far away, just a few kilometers away in Fengtai.

The reason he walked along Chang'an Avenue last night was because he suddenly decided to ride his bicycle around...

The furniture factory has a huge gate. There is a large factory building, two large warehouses, and a large open space. In one corner of the ground is a pile of wood, all covered with waterproof cloth.

There is also a dilapidated three-story building, which is where the leaders work and the furniture factory employees eat.

It was rush hour at this time, and more than a hundred people from the entire factory kept coming in. Everyone greeted each other and it was very lively.

There was no morning meeting, no speech by the leader, just a simple tidying up and then the work started.

"Wang Yan, let's continue working today and try to make the prototype of this sofa. Don't be careless, as this is something that can be exported to earn foreign exchange."

The person who spoke was Wang Yan's master and leader, Zhang Daquan, a sixth-level carpenter. He was fifty years old, very thin, not very tall, and the backbone of the family.

"Okay, master. I'm steady. I promise to finish the job today." Wang Yan responded, and quickly picked up the tools, ready to start work.

"I heard that you know a lot of people?" Zhang Daquan moved closer and asked in a low voice.

"Hey, it's the neighbors. As you know, I also do some private work at home, making furniture for people. That's how I got to know them."

"Boy, you haven't told me the truth yet? You beat all those troublemakers in our factory until they cried for their parents."

Wang Yan understood after hearing this: "I thought it was something else. Are you talking about those little hooligans? What's the matter? Why do you have to look for them?"

"My second daughter-in-law has just given birth, so I want to get some milk powder. We are all honest people, not as wild as you. See if you can think of a solution."

"Are you anxious?"

"The child is crying with hunger, how can I not be anxious?"

"I wonder why you haven't been thinking about anything these past two days." Wang Yan nodded and said, "How about some meat? Old hens and crucian carp can increase lactation, and pig's trotters can make up for the deficiency of confinement. Master, the baby has just been born, so it's better to breastfeed. I also have a recipe for increasing lactation, you can try it."

"Fangzi?"

"Don't you trust me? My grandfather is a famous doctor in the area. My mother was weak and didn't have much milk, so she used this prescription when she gave birth to me." "Does it really work?"

"Tsk, why would I lie to you?" Wang Yan said with a click of the tongue. "You will definitely be able to find the meat. I will write down the prescription for you. You can go get the medicine at noon. Take the medicine and eat pig's trotters today, and drink crucian carp soup tomorrow. I think your child will be full the day after tomorrow."

As he spoke, Wang Yan took out a pen and paper, quickly wrote down the prescription and handed it over.

"This is a general prescription. It will basically work for women who have just given birth. Even if it doesn't work, it must have some effect. If it can't fully work, Master, I will go with you in three days to check the pulse of your second daughter-in-law."

Seeing Zhang Daquan's face full of doubt, Wang Yan said with a smile, "It's definitely not going to kill anyone. You'll know when you go to Tong Ren Tang to get the medicine just by asking the doctor. This medicine doesn't contain aconite and it's not toxic. Even a three-year-old child would die from drinking it, or just get a sore throat."

Zhang Daquan was a man of few words, but he was not reliable in his work. He believed in folk prescriptions, and it was normal for him to be a little skeptical about the prescriptions from the 18-year-old Wang Yan. But Wang Yan said so, so what else could he do? He must have kept the prescriptions and planned to go to the doctor at noon to see if the prescriptions were reliable.

This was a small episode, and then Wang Yan started to work.

It is not an ordinary sofa of ordinary shape, but a high-end sofa made of mahogany with the shape of Ming and Qing Dynasty antique furniture, engraved with various auspicious characters. Even the sofa cushions are made of exquisite materials and are very comfortable.

This was previously exported by the country to earn foreign exchange, and it is considered a high-end handicraft for foreigners to enjoy. However, due to the current era, this is also the last batch of export products made by their furniture factory, and they will switch to domestic general furniture in the future.

The furniture business was actually quite good. At that time, furniture with 36 legs was popular, and later there was 72 legs, which were tables, chairs, benches, dressing tables, etc., which were a must for girls with high standards to get married. There were also furniture with three turns and one ring, which had already begun to take shape.

So it’s not that getting married at this time is easy and the requirements are low. You still have to go into debt, but it’s not as exaggerated...

It is also because of the necessity of marriage. Even if it is not really thirty-six legs, there must be ten or twelve legs. Then the business performance of the furniture factory will definitely be good in the future...

The working environment is not very good. Because of the cold weather, people can only work in this large factory. Even so, it is not warm, but just as cold. Add to that the noises of the chainsaw and other noises, and everyone's loud and giggling, and it's very noisy.

But that's it for now, I can't be more picky.

Wang Yan was polishing the sofa attentively. His craftsmanship was praised by Zhang Daquan, who said that he was improving rapidly and looked no worse than him, and was simply a natural carpenter.

Wang Yan really thanks the good master for the compliment...

After a busy day, in the evening, Wang Yan told Zhang Daquan that he would not come the next morning, and then rode his bicycle back home...

Early the next morning, Li Kuiyong arrived at Wang Yan's house.

As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the heater, put his hands on it to warm himself, and said, "It's really painful to get up in this winter. It has to be you, Brother Yan, to get up so early to make money. Hey, you also have to have a skill."

"Who called me? Go call your second son over." Wang Yan said with a smile.

"Really? I'm just expressing my feelings. If I had a skill, I could go out and make some money. As for my brother, let him come over when he's on break, otherwise he'll bother you."

Li Kuiyong sighed, "I just remembered, Brother Yan, you have to go to work today."

"It's okay." Wang Yan said, "Take a day or two off, and your salary won't be deducted. Just don't delay your work. I can go out and earn a ticket. I can also watch the fun and see those naughty guys you're talking about. It's quite interesting."

"You know what, Brother Yan, this ticket office must be very busy today. Most of the famous people will have to go there. They have to be young. Older people may not want to watch, but young people just want to join in the fun. The famous old guns won't look down on these."

Seeing Li Kuiyong's fascinated face, Wang Yan asked, "Are you envious?"

"Of course, Brother Yan, the old guys are not short of money. We are still hungry, but they eat meat every meal. They have many ways to make money."

They are all called old guns, so they must be powerful. They are doing illegal and criminal business, so of course they are not short of money. Every one of them should be shot.

Wang Yan said with a smile: "If there's a chance, I'll take you to slap Lao Pao a few times."

"No, Brother Yan, you can't say that. They have dozens of brothers, and we two brothers are no match for them. We would just die."

"You'll know then."

"Are you really doing it?"

"Didn't you say that you should do whatever I say?"

"Of course, Brother Yan, but this kind of thing is not worth it. We have no grudges against each other, so why would we offend them?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "Then tell me, why did the little bastard stab someone to death when there was no grudge between them?"

Li Kuiyong suddenly realized: "I understand, Brother Yan, you always want to rob the old man's money? Their money comes from illegal sources, it's okay for us to rob it."

"This boy is teachable." Wang Yan nodded with a smile and continued to fiddle with the wood with his head down.

Li Kuiyong felt that what he said last night was a bit exaggerated. He looked at Wang Yan, but he didn't seem to be joking...

At around eight o'clock, the two of them strolled out of the compound.

Li Kuiyong didn't ride a bicycle because he was afraid that if a fight really broke out, someone might take advantage of the chaos and ride away with his bicycle, which would be a huge loss.

The theater was not far away, just in Xidan. The two chatted and laughed, and then walked over.

When I got here, there were so many people that the line was long. Most of them were young men and women, some chattering in groups of three or five, some looked like hooligans, teasing the girls, some quietly read books on a stool, and some even set up a table and played cards, it was really lively.

Wang Yan followed Li Kuiyong to find Zhong Yuemin, and also met Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun, two good friends of Zhong Yuemin.

However, the beginning was not very friendly. Just like in the original drama, Yuan Jun made trouble for Li Kuiyong.

There was resentment on his face, and his words were full of sarcasm, and his contempt was clearly written on his face...

"I heard that you've been practicing wrestling since you were a kid, and you've beaten all the heroes in the world with your fists and kicked all the heroes in the world. And the guy behind you, he said he can beat you in two or three moves. Are you that powerful?"

Yuan Jun stiffened his neck, licked his teeth, and looked fierce...

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