Carpenter Hu suddenly interrupted, not to fight with Tong Qi.

In fact, the coffee table of Carpenter Hu was sold to him by Tong Qi.

The coffee table has been sold to him, so how can Tong Qi produce the same coffee table again?

Carpenter Hu is also a versatile person, so he is looking for a supplement for Tong Qi.

"Those, wait until the chair is maintained, please send it to me at home together.

Master Qi, I will put the remaining money here by Master Hu. Just turn around and send the chair to Master Hu. "Zhang Yan first handed the eleven yuan to Tong Qi, and then explained with a smile.

The eleven yuan is in response to what he said before, and the price is increased.

"Doctor Zhang, what do you mean? Carpenter Hu said ten yuan, then it will be ten yuan." Tong Qi was determined to leave only ten yuan and stuffed one yuan to Zhang Yan.

Judging from Tong Qi's expression, Zhang Yan did not force it.

It has been more than three years since he came to this world. He knows very well that many Beijing men live just by looking at each other.

If Zhang Yanqiang gave it, Tong Qi would likely turn against him.

After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Yan said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he specifically told Carpenter Hu that he would keep such antique furniture for him, so he would not be short of money.

In addition, other old objects are also fine, he wants them all.

This statement is mainly directed at Tong Qi.

Tell him, don’t sell good things everywhere, give them to me, my buddy is not short of money, and I can also give you a high price.

After leaving Luban Hutong, Zhang Yan didn't know where to go next.

I have been in this world for more than three years, but I really haven't had a good look at Beijing City during this period of time.

Busy rolling all day.

Either I roll it myself or I bring my apprentice a piece of it.

After suddenly getting idle, Zhang Yan didn't know what to do for a moment.

The nationwide steelmaking has ended, and the sky has returned to its blue sky.

Only the cold wind blows on the face, drying cold and cold.

Zhang Yan rode his bicycle and wandered around the streets and alleys of Beijing, but he really didn't know where to go.

Just turn the front of the car and go home.

Go home and coax your son to play.

"Are you back?" Tong Mei was at home, watching the child while doing needlework.

In this era, the clothes are all about the new and old three years, and the sewing and repairing for another three years.

A piece of clothing, worn by the big ones, and worn by the small ones, is really impossible to wear, and can still be made into tunics and sew insoles.

In short, it will not be wasted at all. Housewives see that they are idle at home and do not work, but in fact, they will not be idle at all if they want to do it.

"I asked Carpenter Hu to order a crib and a stroller, and then collected a pair of Huanghuali's ring chairs. I didn't know where to go behind.

Wandering around the street, just come back to play with your son." Zhang Yan said while taking off his coat.

"You! You want to give you a free day and have a good rest, but you won't even know how to do it." Tong Mei couldn't help but smile when she heard Zhang Yan's words.

"There is no way, I'm born to be a hard-working life.

I might have time to relax after I train these apprentices." Zhang Yan also laughed.

“This batch of training will be completed, and there will be another batch.

When the next batch of apprenticeship training is over, our son should go to school. I think you will be like this in your life."

"Actually, didn't the ancestors come here like this for generations?

When I was young, I worked hard and made money to marry a wife. After marrying a wife, I would have to have children. I had to work hard to raise a wife and children. When the child grew up, I should save money to marry a wife for the child and then have a grandson.” After hearing Tong Mei

Zhang Yan couldn't help but sigh.

For ordinary people, life is like this day after day, year after year.

There is not so much passion and pretentiousness in life, but more of it is just plain, yet fulfilling to live.

Zhang Yan and Tong Mei had a while and then went to pick up their son when they became warm.

My son just lay on the bed with his little feet raised and holding his feet with his hands, having a lot of fun.

Seeing Zhang Yan reaching out to hug him, he giggled inside and stretched out his hands, dad, dad, dad, dad.

Listening to his son calling him dad, Zhang Yan felt an electric current rushing straight from his tailbone to his brain.

All the worries and all the hardships disappeared at this moment.

This is inheritance.

Inheritance is divided into bloodline inheritance and cultural inheritance.

Cultural inheritance includes technical inheritance.

A son is a blood inheritance, also known as a incense inheritance.

Ordinary people work hard for a lifetime, struggle for a lifetime, and work hard for a lifetime, just for a bloodline.

And he not only has the bloodline inheritance of his son, but also has so many disciples who can inherit his skills.

What else is not satisfied with?

Holding his son, Zhang Yan kissed him hard. The son giggled, hugged his face, and drooled him on his face.

"You little naughty, you're making dad saliva!" Zhang Yan gently patted his son's little butt.

My son didn't know what. He grabbed Zhang Yan's son with one hand and held his nose with the other, and his mouth was whimpering and having fun.

I still want to lie on Zhang Yan's face and chew on Zhang Yan's nose.

My son just grew a few small baby teeth and bit it on his face. He didn't feel any pain, but it was itchy.

Zhang Yan was also worried that his face would break his son's teeth.

Hold your son away from your face.

"Son, you have to grow up quickly. When you grow up, Dad will pass on all this medical skills to you. When will you commit it, you can still help you get rid of your boredom."

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"Boy, are you still addicted to eating?" Zhang Yan patted his son's butt again.

In the evening, Zhang Fusheng came back and his face was flushed with drinking.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw Zhuangzhuang and laughed and stretched out my hands, "Big grandson, let grandpa hug you!"

Zhang Yan turned around and avoided Zhang Fusheng's hand.

"What are you doing? I'll hug my grandson!" Zhang Fusheng said dissatisfied.

"Dad, you just came back and were covered in cold air. When your body is warm, you will hug me. You should drink a sip of water first. How much wine did you drink?" Zhang Yan explained.

"Oh!" Zhang Fusheng then sat down honestly on the chair in the main hall.

Tong Mei got up and poured him a glass of water and added a little honey.

"Is my health okay? How about my hometown?" Zhang Yan asked.

"Your health is fine, you are better than me!

There are a bunch of prodigal sons in my hometown, and I make all the food shortages by myself!" Zhang Fusheng sighed and said angrily.

Zhang Yan didn't say anything. He heard a prodigal son say that others were prodigal sons, which was quite funny.
Chapter completed!