Chapter 133

Master Cen carefully counted the achievements of the architect and said: "Master Li Qinglian is most famous for the yaochi palace in the Imperial Palace, the Yuewang tower in Jiangzhou City, the Feixian Pavilion in the Dongling mausoleum and the bone spirit tower in the Western Zhou Dynasty. Those were 13 years ago... He is the strongest architect in the world! How can we design a house? "“ Yes, such a small house. " Master Hao looked at such a small Chuang Tzu and sighed. The old man was depressed. He pointed to the drawings and asked them to look at them for themselves: "but look at the design drawings and the labels everywhere, including the drawing tools. They don't look like brushes and carbon pens. This is his unique technique." The crowd: "..." master Dong kept silent, suddenly touched the white beard on his chin and said in a deep voice: "maybe the owner of this house has something to do with Master Li Qinglian, perhaps the master's apprentice or the master's child..." all the foremen looked up suddenly. Look at the immortal's expression and master Dong! Master Dong:??? Why are you looking at me like that. Everyone hesitated, did not agree with master Dong's words, but did not refute master Dong's words. One by one, they took the precious drawing and silently thought, if they were really the master's disciples or children, aren't they working for the master now? God, what an honor it is! From this second, everyone's energy is even greater. He was ten times more serious in his work than before. Without the supervision of Jiang yeqian, these foremen seem to regard the work of building the house as the delicacy of building the imperial palace. When Jiang yeqian came to supervise the work for the second time, he found that the foremen were serious. He thought: it seems that enough money has been given! When the foreman and dozens of workers were working, the villagers occasionally looked at them and wondered what the difference was between the professional engineering team and them in building a house, that is, to buckle those wooden pieces together? But when the villagers found that these teachers, masters and apprentices carpenters were conscientious and conscientious every day, they were not lazy at all. Can not help but let everyone sigh in their hearts: it is worthy of being professional—— Qi Qingyao, who was teaching three little guys to read in the house, suddenly sneezed. She gathered her clothes and thought, who scolded me secretly! It must be the bastard Jiang Bai, who hates the winter. I let him supervise the work. Sijin xiaocute will not dislike me for letting him do carpentry... More than half a month passed. Jiang Jiaqi and Qingzhu in Qingzhou City were washing clothes for the young lady outside the small ear room. Someone shouted at the gate of the hospital“ Qi Qingzhu. " Qi Qingzhu looked up and saw a woman in her thirties and seventies. She quickly wiped her hands with dry clothes, stood up and said, "sister Zhuang, you're back." Sister Zhuang is also from Linquan village. Like her, she married to Xingli village. Sister Zhuang introduced her to Jiang's family in Qingzhou City. Outside, sister Zhuang is just like her relatives. After sister Zhuang came over, she sat on the nearby Taiji, and Qi Qingzhu continued to wash her clothes. Sister Zhuang said some trivial things about going back. Qi Qingzhu listened to her. finally. Sister Zhuang said“ Qi Qingzhu, let me tell you something. "“ What's the matter? " Qi Qingzhu road. Sister Zhuang asked casually, "you have a sister named Qi Qingyao, right? He is called "the eleventh mother of the whole family."“ Yes, have you seen my sister? " Qi Qingzhu's washing hands gave a meal, and his red hands couldn't help breathing in his mouth“ Do you know what I heard when I came home this time? " Sister Zhuang sells Guanzi road. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.