Peng Shijian was a stout old man. Although his temples were gray, he was strong and his arms were full of swollen muscles.
The apprentices he brought, whether they were mature middle-aged or bloody young people, tall or short, all had tendons, which was a common characteristic of stonemasons.
When building temples, stones are used to build, and ordinary bricklayers are difficult for them to be competent.
The stonemasons left their homes in the early morning and rushed dozens of miles before they arrived in front of the ruined temple in the evening.
"Are you a master?"
When Peng Shijian saw Fang Dou, he cursed in his heart that it was unreliable. Looking at this dilapidated temple, coupled with Fang Dou's young face, he seemed to be able to pay tens of thousands of dollars!
What made his eyes shine was that Fang Dou was strong and comparable to his apprentice, and he looked like a good man in hard work.
"Not bad, Master Peng, please!"
Fang Dou took Peng Shimajian to the north side hall to inspect the concave wall on the spot.
When Mr. Peng saw the wall, he reached into the crack, peeled off the wall layer by layer, and nodded.
"My little master, this stone wall is made of solid materials, and the craftsmen who build it are also masters."
"You see, although the wall was knocked out of a big pit, the stone was actually not broken, so there was no need to refilling the material. Push the stone back into the distance and fill the gap with egg white, glutinous rice and chicken blood."
The rooster suddenly cooed a few times.
Fang Dou hurriedly said, "No chicken blood!"
Mr. Peng looked at the rooster in the main hall, "It's OK."
He took out the abacus, calculated for a moment, and reported a number, "Eight thousand coins!"
This was a real surprise, Fang Dou immediately said, "This is much cheaper than the quotation of the yarn shop!"
Peng Shijian explained, "If you want to replace the stone, it will be at least twice as expensive."
The stones need to be removed from the mountains and have to be man-made and formed, which is quite expensive.
Mr. Peng looked at the collapsed southern side hall again, "My little master, does the southern side hall need to be rebuilt?"
When Fang Dou mentioned this, he had a headache, "I'm afraid it will cost a lot, right?"
"The rough construction is not necessary!"
Shimama Peng pulled Fang Dou and walked to the gate of the side hall to the south, pointing to the bricks, tiles and gravel inside, along with the pillar beams that fell to the ground.
"The wood is all ready-made. I looked at it and it was not rotten and I could continue to use it."
"The stone bricks and tiles need to be added 30%, and the rest can be used!"
Shimama Peng calculated for a moment and reported a number, "Master, 50,000 yuan, the two partial halls in the north and south are all ready for you!"
Fang Dou was moved when he heard this, but he calculated the money he had on his body and found that even the broken silver and copper coins could get this number in front of him.
But the account is not calculated like this. Repairing the two halls in the north and south is not a one-time transaction. The doors, windows and furniture have to be built by carpenters. All kinds of things are added up, at least 10,000 or 20,000 yuan.
"Master Peng, do you collect gold?"
Fang Dou was so worried that he could not eat anymore.
Peng Shijian thought to himself that this little monk is quite rich, even gold, "Cache, why don't you?"
"That's good!"
Fang Dou said politely, "It's getting late, have supper first!"
He only prepared his own supper, and now he needed to steam some rice and entertain Marshal Peng and a group of apprentices.
"No trouble for the master, we brought food and pots!"
Mr. Peng was quite contented and pointed at the seven or eight disciples behind him, "My disciples are all big-bellied men. The food in your temple is not enough for them to eat!"
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In front of the bonfire, Shimai Peng and a group of apprentices fell into a state of stagnation.
In front of Fang Dou, there were ten kilograms of rice, which looked like a pile of piles. In addition, pickles and salt beans could block the two of them.
A group of stonemasons thought they could eat, but now it seems that they are far inferior to this little monk.
"What are you doing while standing there? Eat!"
Mr. Peng blew his beard and glared at him, disgusting his apprentice to embarrass him.
Those who work hard work have a simple understanding and the more they eat, the more they are, the more they are.
Peng Shijian had previously boasted that his apprentice was a big-bellied man, and now he was so fond of Fang Dou's appetite.
The apprentices did not dare to contradict their master, so they ate their heads and looked at Fang Dou enviously.
Fang Dou ate all the white rice, which tasted and was very nutritious, while Peng Shijian and his apprentices ate mixed grain rice.
Stonemasters are considered high-income groups, but they can’t afford to eat fine rice and need to mix mixed grains. Real brown rice accounts for less than 30%.
"If it were all white rice, I could eat so much!"
The apprentices muttered, lowered their heads to pick up mixed grains and rice.
Surprisingly, Fang Dou finished eating all of them, and there was no grain of rice left.
After the meal, the stonemasons took out the drinking water and drank it full.
This is also the norm. If you don’t have enough food, you can get some water!
Fang Dou washed seven or eight big white pears with water as the result of the meal.
The big white pears that are in autumn are large in size, have a lot of juice and have a sweet taste. They just eat them in their mouths with a packet of candy water, which is simply a supreme enjoyment.
An ordinary strong man can get full after eating four or five empty stomachs, but Fang Dou ate ten kilograms of rice and side dishes.
"Master Peng, and all the masters, Li is in the corner of the main hall, wash and eat it yourself!"
Dabai Pear was bought from the city, and the reason was that Fang Dou saw that the altar was empty and wanted to buy some to offer the stone statues.
Unexpectedly, the big white pear was sweet and cheap, and it cost three per cent, so I simply bought ten kilograms.
Peng Shijian's scalp was numb and refused repeatedly, "No need."
How can I eat it?
A young apprentice with fluffy on his lips came over and whispered, "Master, don't you say that the food given by the master's family can refuse?"
"You're talking too much!"
Peng Shijian is an old-fashioned person who follows the rules the most, "Go and wash it... half!"
The other apprentices also spoke, "I want half one too", "My third brother and I share half one."
A moment later, in front of the ruined temple gate, a group of stonemasons and several people divided the big white pears. At this time, there was no need to worry about any taboos.
"The little monk must have come out of the big temple, it's so particular!"
In addition to eating fruits after meals, Fang Dou burned a pot of boiling water before going to bed and took a shower.
At this time, the common people were not so particular. Firewood was so expensive and boiling water was used to drink, so who would be willing to use it for bathing?
Only wealthy families have this habit.
With many speculations in his arms, Shima Peng didn't sleep well all night.
When he woke up early in the morning, Fang Dou came to say hello, "Master Peng, good morning, breakfast!"
"What, breakfast?"
Shimai Peng looked at the sun, "It's too early!"
They usually support two meals, to be precise, breakfast, lunch and supper.
Breakfast and lunch and make one, of course not too early.
"It's not too early!"
Fang Dou prepared a large pot of steaming rice porridge with Cai Bo’s famous pickles.
"Thank you, Master, hurry up and work after eating!"
Peng Shijian felt in his heart that he hadn't eaten white rice porridge for many years, and it was particularly sweet in his mouth.
A group of stonemasons first repaired the northern side hall, took out various tools, and corrected the convex walls.
The more I looked at the wall, the more I looked, the strange it became. If the ruined temple was near the edge of the mountain, occasionally wild beasts attacked, and it would not be unusual to break the exterior wall.
The most strange thing is that the stone wall is half a meter thick, and it is full of solid stones. No beast can break out such a big pit at once.
In addition, the shape of the pit is from inside to outside. Could it be that a beast breaks into the side hall?
When Peng Shijian thought of this, he looked at Fang Dou and became awe-inspiring, thinking of Fang Dou's appetite.
Chapter completed!