The house has been renovated, and except for Lao Wu who stayed, everyone else has gone back.
Yang Jun walked around each room and felt very satisfied.
The two of them were sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, preparing to pay.
Yang Jun looked up at the sky, wrapped his military coat tightly around his body, and complained,
"The weather is probably going to change again."
When Lao Wu saw this, he quickly called out to Yang Jun.
"There is a stove in the house, let's go inside."
Lao Wu built a stove in each room, mainly to speed up the solidification of paint and drying of the room. He arranged a person in the yard every day to look after the stove.
The two of them came to the living room and sat on the floor. Lao Wu took out a stack of bills from his pocket.
According to the original negotiation, 420 yuan is the price for labor and materials. Of course, this does not include the price for floor tiles and glass, which are calculated separately.
The room uses high-quality floor tiles, each brick costs 70 cents, and a total of more than 370 bricks are used, which is only 260 yuan in money. The glass is 50 cents per square meter, which is about 300 square meters, which is about 150 yuan in money.
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In addition to the daily subsidy of 3 taels of grain and 15 cents per person, and seven days of decoration, Lao Wu worked a total of 145 times, which is equivalent to 43.5 kilograms of grain and 21.75 yuan.
Food stamps are a ration of sixty kilograms paid in advance.
The other various amounts of money add up to a total of 851.75 yuan. Originally, Yang Jun paid Lao Wu 2,000 yuan in advance, but now Lao Wu wants 1,148.25 yuan from him.
After settling various accounts, it only cost 850 yuan to renovate the entire yard. This amount of money was much saved compared to the last time we renovated the house.
However, this is understandable. After all, there is no need to use imperial bricks, so the price is saved.
If Yuzhuan were used at the previous price, the floor tiles alone would cost 2,600 yuan.
However, Yang Jun felt very regretful that he could not use the Royal Brick.
After sorting out the bill, Lao Wu returned the remaining money and tickets to Yang Jun.
Yang Jun took it, counted it once, and then took out five yuan and 10 kilograms of food stamps and handed them to him.
"Master Lao Wu, you have worked hard recently. Use this little money to treat the brothers to a full meal."
Seeing that Yang Jun was still so generous, Lao Wu said excitedly: "Brother Yang, the situation is bad."
Yang Jun knew that the money and food stamps were definitely not enough to feed twenty or thirty people, but he knew that Lao Wu would definitely not be able to treat all those people to dinner. Those seven or eight people who worked with Lao Wu were the only ones who worked with Lao Wu.
He was brought in temporarily to help, and he left after the work was done and the accounts were settled. He was just working for money.
Even if Lao Wu treats guests, he only invites those seven or eight people to eat. As for Lao Wu's treat, he doesn't know what the standards are.
"The stove will burn for a few more days, and someone will stay here to watch it at night."
Yang Jun looked at the fire and warned.
"Don't worry about this, I'll come and watch it myself every night."
Yang Jun knew that every room had a stove, so he must leave someone alone at night.
Yang Jun stood in the living room, looking through the glass at the empty room in front filled with sundries.
"Those old furniture are no longer useful, so you should take some time to deal with them."
Lao Wu was startled when he heard this, and was shocked: "Brother Yang, you don't want any of those furniture?"
Yang Jun nodded: "Let's deal with it. If you like it, you can take it home."
"Brother Yang, I see a few pieces are made of rosewood. Are you sure you want to deal with them?"
Yang Jun patted him on the shoulder: "I gave it to you. I don't like old furniture."
Lao Wu was overjoyed when he heard this: "Then...thank you, man."
Yang Jun doesn't like it, let alone rosewood, even if it's made of crystal. That's just the way he is. He doesn't like anything that others have used.
To put it mildly, it’s called mysophobia, but to put it badly, it’s a mental illness.
Whenever he first sees furniture that has been used for hundreds of years and has been used for an unknown amount of time, he will naturally feel a sick feeling in his heart.
For example, even though the pine wood bed is beautiful in shape, when you think about how many people have slept on it, can you still sleep on it? What's more, when you think about the people who slept on that bed have long since passed away, you can't
Feel sick?
By the same token, other furniture had been used by countless dead people. When he thought of this, Yang Jun felt sick.
For a layman who does not understand the value of cultural relics, collecting antiques is nothing more than money.
For example, those who collect stamps, cultural relics, antiques, old furniture, and buy houses, what do they do for this?
Do they really like this?
I don't think so.
Most of them do this just to appreciate the value and make a fortune.
Yang Jun is not short of money, so he has no interest in those ancient and outdated things.
He is not like other time-travelers who collect antiques, collect stamps, and constantly buy houses to enclose land. Do they really like it?
Nonsense.
I have lived two lifetimes without ever being able to understand.
They always think that they have the eyes of God and have insights that are decades ahead of people of this era. However, even though they have experienced life, death and rebirth, they still do not understand the principles of this world.
After resurrecting his life, he still works hard for yellow and white things.
It can be regarded as living in vain again.
Money is something external to the body. Although it is indispensable in life, it cannot be neglected.
In fact, it is good to be a rich man, but if you pursue wealth desperately, you will put the cart before the horse.
If you live your whole life and only seek wealth and honor, you will end up with a castle in the air and a tree without roots.
Since ancient times, power and money have not separated families.
If you have power, you will have money, but having money does not necessarily mean you have power.
Think about what happened to Shen Wansan.
After talking about the matter, Yang Jun was ready to go back.
"Brother Yang, um..." Lao Wu hesitated to say something.
Yang Jun turned around and said: "Master Lao Wu, this is not the first day we have been together. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Hearing this, Lao Wu laughed dryly and said sheepishly: "I just want to ask if your old house is still being renovated?"
"Pretend."
Yang Jun wrapped his coat tightly and continued: "When this side is dry, I will move it over. When the other side is free, we can start construction."
"Okay, I just want to ask clearly so that I know what's going on. If nothing happens, I'll prepare the materials in the next two days."
"Okay, that's settled."
Yang Jun didn't chat much with Lao Wu and got into the car after explaining.
Nanluoguxiang Siheyuan.
After Yang Jun parked the car, he carried a paper bag from the passenger seat and entered the yard.
There were five pounds of White Rabbit toffee inside.
The people in the courtyard contributed money and effort to organize this engagement banquet today, why should I give a gift in return to express my gratitude?
He started at the third uncle’s house in the front yard.
"Third uncle, you have worked hard today. This is my sister's wedding candy. Please be sweet."
The third uncle wore reading glasses and took the toffee with both hands with a smile: "Sister, be particular."
After Yang Jun said a few polite words, he went to the next shop to hand out candy.
The third uncle saw that Yang Jun was the first to give him wedding candies. He felt that it was very honorable, and his old chrysanthemum face suddenly blossomed with joy.
Yang Jun distributed wedding candies door to door from the front yard, the middle yard to the backyard.
There were not many wedding candies, each household was given about a dozen.
Although it wasn't much, it was appreciated and everyone praised Yang Jun for his meticulous work.
But the only exception is that General Tie is the gatekeeper of Yi Ma's house.
I heard from Qin Huairu that the aunt went to live with her niece in the countryside.
Thinking about it, if something like that happened to Yi Zhonghai, Auntie would no longer have the shame to stay in the courtyard.
