Reborn Craftsman

Hasn't the stonemason's inheritance been lost in his memory?

This is what his grandparents told him when he was a child.

In order to dispel the doubts in his heart, he quickly quickened his pace.

The gate under the high wall.

Tie Hanhan saw the burly and strong Han Daxing.

Behind Han Daxing, there was an old man in Tsing Yi who was nearly fifty years old.

The old man in green was carrying a big burden on his shoulders, and the footprints on the ground were deeply sunken as he walked, which showed that the burden was heavy.

Seeing this, Liu Xing immediately asked Tie Hanhan to help pass the burden of the old man in Tsing Yi to the next one, and then introduced the current situation of the Bamboo God Bamboo Products Workshop while walking.

Tie Hanhan, who took over the burden, couldn't help interjecting at this moment and asked: "Is this old man also from the same family?"

This fellow disciple naturally refers to the descendant of the Bamboo God.

Before Liu Xing answered, the old man in Tsing Yi reported his family name: "I am Han Feizi, the No. 12th generation heir of the Han family stonemason in Linxian County. fact."

"Han Han is the successor of the Tie family's blacksmith craftsmanship in Xiaxi Xiangxi, please give me more advice in the future." Tie Hanhan clasped his hands and said.

"The Tie family? Who is Tie Rongshui?" the old man in Tsing Yi asked in a daze.

"That's my grandfather." Tie Hanhan replied in a daze.

So far, he has no doubts about the identity of the old man in Tsing Yi, the stonemason.

Because there are very few people in today's world who know the name of his grandfather.

Even if they knew, I'm afraid many of them are gone, after all, they are not from the same era as him.

And the old man in Tsing Yi in front of him can know, which proves that he has an intersection with his grandfather, otherwise how would he know the name.

Liu Xing thought the same way, he looked at the time on his phone: "Brother Hanhan, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and go to the place where Mr. Han is going to live, and when you eat later, you are chatting with the old man. Not too late."

"That's right!" Hanhan laughed sarcastically, and ran away carrying the burden.

Liu Xing continued to take the lead and walked towards the temporary tent to the east.

Since the masonry skills of Mr. Han and Han Daxing are inherited from the God of Bamboo, it is natural to introduce them to everyone as soon as possible.

It just surprised him.

Old Man Han and Han Daxing did not follow up immediately, but looked around at the surrounding environment with a look of vigilance in their eyes.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Liu Xing spread his hands in amusement.

"Your Bamboo God Bamboo Bamboo Products Workshop has not been completed yet, does this mean we have something to do?" Han Daxing asked hesitantly.

Mr. Han looked at Liu Xing with a frown, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the status quo of the Jigong Mountain Bamboo God Bamboo Products Workshop.

"You guys! You think too much." Liu Xing saw what Han Daxing and Mr. Han were thinking, and after smiling, he walked towards an underground entrance.

"Because of the recent heavy snowfall, the construction of the factory was forced to stop, but most of the craftsmen did not have a holiday. Instead, they built drainage systems underground, as well as underground warehouses and other infrastructure." Liu Xingbian While walking, he didn't care about the gradually horrified eyes of Han Daxing and Mr. Han.

When he reached a stone gate, he stopped and took three hard hats from the craftsmen guarding the gate.

"Put it on! It's not safe inside." Liu Xing handed two of the helmets to Han Daxing and Mr. Han.

Han Daxing knew the requirements of working on the construction site, so he took it and put it on without thinking.

But Mr. Han didn't take any action, but looked at the stone gate with anger on his face: "Who carved this gate, it's a disgrace to the bamboo god."

"Ahem... I designed the Hanhan sculpture." Liu Xing replied with a light cough.

"You designed it?" Mr. Han suddenly realized in a daze.

Since it was designed by a layman, it is understandable.

Seeing this, Han Daxing couldn't help laughing and said, "Dad, I'm not a professional stonemason, so it's pretty good to be able to design such a stone door, okay?"

"It is."

Mr. Han nodded in agreement.

"Don't give me a high hat. I know that my design of this stone gate is poor. From now on, I will leave the stonemason's craftsmanship to you two." Liu Xing was not angry at all. After laughing at himself, he took the lead to walk in. Shimen.

Mr. Han put on his helmet and followed behind.

Han Daxing followed closely behind.

After walking through a long corridor, I came to a large warehouse site under construction.

This construction site occupies a huge area, and under the dazzling lights, it is impossible to see the end at a glance.

Hundreds of craftsmen were working in full swing, and no one came forward to welcome Liu Xing's arrival.

Mr. Han was stunned watching this scene.

Han Daxing was also a little confused.

After all, such a large underground construction site.

It was the first time their father and son met.

Such a lively scene, such a focused scene.

If it weren't for the boss's extraordinary courage, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to do it at all.

Master Tie came back to his senses, and asked Liu Xing in a voice: "There are so many craftsmen working here, so the wages for that day are quite a lot, right?"

"Well, there are more than [-] a day." Liu Xing replied truthfully without hiding anything.

These words still frightened Old Master Han and Han Daxing.

Especially Mr. Han, his face turned pale. After taking a deep breath to try to calm himself down, he asked again: "How do you pay for such a large expense?"

"Don't worry about this. For now, the money I earn from the Bamboo God Bamboo Bamboo Products Workshop is just enough to cover these expenses. Moreover, the country still has investment to build a factory in Jigong Mountain." Liu Xing laughed.

Mr. Han was a little disbelieving, and walked towards the nearest black-faced craftsman who was spot welding: "Little brother, can I ask you a few questions?"

The black-faced craftsman glanced at Liu Xing, who was not far away, and said, "Okay, why don't you ask?"

"Aren't you afraid that you won't get paid for working so hard?" Mr. Han didn't hesitate, and directly asked his worries.

"It's always the first time you work in Boss Liu's hands, isn't it?" the black-faced craftsman put down the tools in his hand, with a teasing expression on his face.