Peng Cheng had never worked on the construction site, and he could hardly do anything. The contractor with a big head and no neck asked him for a long time, and then divided him into the brick-moving group. The contractor called a master who looked in his forties to take him. The master's hunched back looked much older than forty. He walked in from the door of the simple room and brought the ground with yellow soil. He took off the hat on his head, which was almost orange-red. He pulled his hair randomly, and then his head was covered with dust.

"Hey, don't shake anymore." The contractor swayed his hands in front of his nose, pinching his eyebrows. He scolded him, and the master put on his hat again, waiting for the contractor's instructions obediently.

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"Uncle, what should I do?" Peng Cheng looked flattering, and the little thing on his face was slapped together, and he pretended to have a big fight with this shriveled old guy.

The hunched old guy turned around after hearing his words. The old man's old man was really not covered. His face was full of compact folds, and there were piles of cement and sand that were swelling. He had been leading Peng Cheng for a long time, deep and shallow, walking through a pair of waste, but he was still neat. The little old man stood still, although his face was old, his eyes were still energetic! With a shiny look, he looked at Peng Cheng up and down: "How old are you."

When the old man said this, his eyebrows quickly hooked, which was inconsistent with his silly old face, as if he was about to show his true form. This scared Peng Cheng, why did this old guy look like a thief?

Peng Cheng always has a very accurate judgment on bad guys. Perhaps he has seen them a lot since he was young, so he is naturally more familiar with their appearance. If this old guy was not a thief, he would be in his forties, so why would his eyes still look like this?

"I am twenty-six years old." No matter how much suspicion was in my heart, the young man still agreed. He always likes to say that he is older. He is born at the end of the Year of the Ox, and it is almost the year of the Tiger.

Most people who are aged by the Gregorian year will calculate their age, but he is not willing to join the group of people born in the Year of the Tiger. Especially after meeting Beibei, he seemed to be more determined. For a while, he even felt that he was rushing to become a cow just to be three years older than Beibei and catch the old saying of a female junior holding a gold brick.

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"Then we are the same big, don't call you uncle." The master's words hit Peng Cheng like a piece of steaming cow dung, and he wanted to put it close to him. After saying that, he turned around, stretched his waist, and made a clicking sound, enjoying it.

The young man stood behind him, dumbfounded. He actually called him uncle one after another for so long. Compared with that guy's happy attitude, he felt even more frustrated. He couldn't understand how this old guy was so old that he was only twenty-six years old. At this moment, Peng Cheng's heart was cold. This advantage made people take, which was a bad mood for Xiao Min to catch him that day. He was so frustrated that he wanted to pull the old man over and ask him to call him uncle again.

"What are you thinking about?" I found that Peng Cheng didn't follow him, and the old guy shouted at him hard. The young man wanted to laugh a little. The guy opened his mouth and said something, and his face seemed to have received instructions, and suddenly he flew around everywhere.

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After walking for a long time, I finally arrived at the place. The old man stopped. To be honest, Peng Cheng couldn't tell what he was going around for half a day. Isn't this place the same as all the places I just walked? What's the difference? They are piles of bricks, piles of soil, and people wearing orange and yellow safety helmets. What's the difference?

The young man thought to himself, how could this little guy know that he was here? It was really inexplicable. Now he was in a bad mood. He annoyed him all the way. This guy is really not a human being, but he just looked for those difficult places to walk, both ditches and pits, up and down, deep and shallow, so he walked so hard that he wanted to cut him.

The old man stood for a while, without saying a word, then walked forward. He walked towards a deeper pit in the middle. There were piles of neatly shaped red bricks, lined up in long lines. I don’t know how many piles of them were. The stack of red bricks closest to them were scattered all over the floor. I guess he accidentally knocked them down, so the old man walked towards the stack of scattered red bricks.

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When he walked to the pile of red bricks, the old guy looked down for a long time and picked up two pieces from the pile of loose bricks. When he turned around, he saw that Peng Cheng was still standing far away. He shouted Peng Cheng to come over.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing him carrying two bricks, the young man naturally distrusts himself. Who is he going to smash? He thought about it, but he didn't move.

"Then can you fall down?" Seeing that Peng Cheng was standing far away and staring at him, the old guy was not happy. He threw the bricks to the side and sat on them. He raised his legs and didn't look at people: "Do you like to do it or not, don't like to do it, just say the right thing."

These two people are typically wrong. Peng Cheng wanted to go up and kick him in the face when he saw the old guy, but he didn't dare. If he really beat this old guy, then this hard-earned job would be completely ruined.

A migrant worker who is a brick can act like this. Although he dare not kick him, he is still very angry. He has never suffered such a loss since he was a child and asked him to work, he still has to do it. He had a fight with his wife yesterday, and for this job, he has quit even the work in the bathhouse, and there is no way out. He can't do such a thing as asking for death, but the old son of the stairs will definitely not give it to him.

After thinking it through, Peng Cheng was not confused, he wandered around and walked over: "Then you didn't say why? Just let me squat down."

"Okay." My hometown said impatiently, like an old man, his little eyes smeared hard, for fear that Peng Cheng would not be able to see it, so he said provocatively: "Dropping bricks, can you squat?"

The young man was scolding in his heart! He turned around while scolding and half-squatted down.

"You'll be low."

Peng Cheng turned around and smiled, his body lowered downwards.

"Squat again." The old man said impatiently, and Peng Cheng squatted again.
Chapter completed!