Age: My Small World

Chapter 421 Timber Factory

"See if the things are still useful. If not, just throw them away. It makes me angry just looking at the old man."

Throwing it away was just his angry words. After all, Mr. Hu admitted that it was a good thing.

The jade itself has considerable value, not to mention that although the jade is damaged, if it can be repaired to a certain extent, it may be able to restore some historical value.

This thing must be valuable.

"It's useful, very useful, thank you, Master."

Yang Jun happily put the things away.

Mr. Hu waved his hand and said, "It's getting late today. If you have something to do, go quickly and don't delay."

It's already around five o'clock, the time when workers get off work. If we go to the sawmill any later, it may be closed.

Fortunately, according to Mr. Hu's suggestion, the master craftsman lived next to the sawmill and would work an extra hour or two in the factory every day to make some furniture. This was also another way for the sawmill to generate income.

After exiting Kaimen Alley, about two blocks away, we arrived at our destination.

The two places are not far apart, otherwise Mr. Hu would not have met people from his factory.

Workers also came out of the sawmill one after another. Some sawdust was clearly visible on their bodies, but a smile appeared on the corner of everyone's mouth, which showed the satisfaction with life.

Yang Jun came to the door and asked the security guard about the master chef.

The master chef's real name is Guo Songlin. He is 73 years old this year. Almost everyone in the sawmill knows him, so you will know him as soon as you ask.

"Brother, I know Master Guo, can you help me call him?"

Outsiders are not allowed to enter the factory, but if a master chef comes in person to take charge, there will be no problem.

Seeing his solemn oath, the guard believed him and sent someone to notify the person to come out.

After a while, another security guard and a white-haired old man with a puzzled look on his face walked to the factory gate.

"Darongzi, who knows me is here to see me?"

The old man looked at the door and didn't see anyone he knew.

Yang Jun quickly stepped forward and said, "Master Guo, my master Hu Yaozu asked me to say hello to you and asked when you would come to see him again."

When Guo Songlin heard the name of Mr. Hu Baye, he suddenly realized that the young man in front of him should be the apprentice that person was talking about.

He said to the two vigilant guards, "I do know him. I've brought him in. Sorry to bother you, Darongzi."

"You're welcome, Master Guo. This is what we should do."

The guard breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he really knew him. He was almost scared to death, thinking that some bad guy was trying to sneak in and cause trouble.

The two entered the factory one after the other, and only then did Yang Jun discover what it looked like inside.

The timber was piled up everywhere, and the debris on the ground looked like small hills. It was obvious that no one was too lazy to clean it up, or to do regular cleaning.

When I looked outside, I found that the logs were piled in a square, all covered with plastic to prevent them from being washed away by rain.

"Let's go further and find my workshop."

The old master said something, and then said:

"You are Lao Hu's apprentice. What do you want from me?"

"That's what Master Guo is like..."

Yang Jun explained his needs.

Guo Songlin laughed happily after hearing what he said. "It's a good thing you didn't buy it at the department store. They only sell the discarded furniture there. If you really want good furniture, you should go for the ones produced by the factory."

"What you want is simple. Give me half a month and I can make it."

"Besides, since you are Lao Hu's apprentice, I will give you a 20% discount."

As a master craftsman, he had the right to sell the furniture himself, but the income he earned had to be confiscated and then distributed as bonuses to them, and was not included in the original salary of the sawmill.

This is also their extra income, sometimes even higher than the official salary. "Thank you, Master Guo." Yang Jun couldn't refuse, after all, it was the old man's kind gesture.

"Okay, let's start choosing the wood now. And let me know what style you want."

Yang Jun's aesthetic taste for furniture was too calm, so he told the old man to just let himself go, there was nothing special to be particular about.

As for the wood, I chose it carefully.

If possible, Yang Jun would naturally like to use good wood such as small purple-leaf sandalwood, but he also knew that it was a dream.

Finally he picked out some elm trees that looked very good.

After a while of this, it was getting dark, so Yang Jun said goodbye.

"I guarantee that you will have new furniture in half a month." The old man promised.

"Thank you, Master Guo. I'll leave you my address. Please let me know if you have any news."

He would naturally come again at the agreed time. He left the address so that the old man could find him if he needed anything, so he also left the address of the school.
After leaving the sawmill, I wanted to go back to school.

After thinking about it, Yang Jun went in another direction.

I've been back for so many days, I might as well go see Wei Ran.

It was because Zhu Yong conscripted him into the army as soon as he came back, otherwise he would have gone to see Wei Ran.

Sishui Hutong.

When Yang Jun came here again, he found that the door of Wei Ran's house was open and there were noisy sounds coming from inside. It turned out that there were guests at home.

So he waited at the door for a while.

About ten minutes later, a middle-aged couple and a young girl came out and rode away on their bikes.

At this time, Meng Ran, who was delivering the guests, also saw Yang Jun, and his face immediately lit up with joy.

"Xiaoshan, when did you come? Why didn't you tell us? How long has this child been standing at the door?"

Meng Ran quickly grabbed him and walked into the house, nagging him.

Yang Jun was not bored, but felt warm instead.

He smiled and said, "Aunt Meng, I just got here too. I saw a guest leaving so I made way for him. I didn't have to wait long."

"Haha, if it weren't for your white hair, your aunt would almost believe you." Meng Ran said unhappily.

Yang Jun raised his head and noticed that there were a lot of snowflakes on his head, which had not melted yet.

He smiled silently, thinking it was a unnecessary effort.

"It wasn't long, just a few minutes."

"Okay, okay, next time you come, don't wait, just go in and treat it like your own home."

"Xiaoran, come and see who's here."

After Meng Mu finished speaking, she called out to the room.

Then he saw Wei Ran wearing a military coat and he pulled open the door curtain to look out in confusion.

When she saw Yang Jun, her eyes were fixed.

"If you're here, then you're here. What's the big deal?" Wei Ran pretended to be calm, but when he saw her hiding in the house in a panic, he knew that she must be happy in her heart, but she was worried about her current image and didn't want to be noticed by him.

"Haha, this girl is just stubborn." Meng's mother knew her daughter quite well.

When she is at home on weekdays, she doesn't care much about her appearance. Her hair is messy and she wears casual flowery clothes.

Now that the little man is back, she is thinking about restoring her image.

So she hurriedly turned around and prepared to go back to the house to change clothes.

(End of this chapter)