Start call: My pet actually comes from history

"Oh...it's really a cold, isn't it?"

"..."

"Feed some isatis root."

"..."

"Oh, it looks serious because it's so small, right?"

"..."

"Okay, bye."

drop.

The video call hangs up.

Su Buyu, who knew from the observation of the veterinarian in the special treatment department that the little guy just had a cold, looked at the curled up so-called Baimao Pavilion bachelor and scratched his head. He thought it was some serious disease such as dog plague or parvovirus, but it turned out that it was really a serious disease. It's just a cold. It's just a cold. It's not like Gao Chimao would pick it up by throwing it on the roadside. It's really strange. What did the original owner of this little guy think? A Bichon Frize costs at least a thousand dollars in a pet store. Lost it like this.

a time.

Su Buyu really didn't know whether he should say whether this person was rich or not.

You said this person has no money, but he bought a Bichon Frize worth thousands of dollars.

You think this person is rich, he doesn’t even treat his cold and just throws it away.

"Sir, look, I'll just say it's nothing serious."

The old god Gao Chi Miao is here.

Looking at it like that, Su Buyu couldn't help but twist his mouth. The main reason is that Gao Chimiao is not a doctor in the first place, so it's normal for him to have doubts. Let's just consider it powerful this time, but Isatis root doesn't exist at home, so we'll order takeaway later. Have it delivered to your door.

He put the bachelor of Bai Mao Pavilion back into the box and let him continue to warm himself in the morning sun, which was not too hot.

Su Buyu chatted with a few more people.

...

It was five past eight.

The busy work is about to begin. People knocking on the wall, souls knocking on the wall, and there is a clanking sound at the construction site.

Su Buyu and Liu Beimiao were responsible for shoveling the walls on the fifth floor.

That's called a shovel going very fast.

On the wall painted with white lime, Liu Beimiao was flying back and forth on the wall with his dragon-qi sword, scraping off pieces of wall skin. However, the shoveling was fast, and the transport was not fast enough. Liu Chanmiao had just finished transporting the goods and walked up to take a breath. He was out of breath and just wanted to take a rest, but the thick walls piled up on the ground made him want to cry.

Fat cats’ lives matter.

Save the child.

The Zhao family's father and son, who were on the second, third and fourth floors and had the same problem as Liu Chanmiao, also wanted to say the same thing.

But in fact.

Liu Chanmiao's workload is small, he is just a little tired from climbing the stairs. After all, there is a terrace on the fifth floor, which means that compared with the workload downstairs, there is less workload for two rooms.

"Sir, do you want to replace the switch and socket?"

"Well, we'll work on it once it's back to rough shape."

"..."

It took a whole morning to do this.

The work of shoveling the walls on the fifth floor has almost been completed. The other floors are also almost [-] to [-]% completed. Most of the walls have been removed by the workers called by Su Buyu.

After lunch.

The temperature outside has approached 37 degrees. Looking at the dazzling sunshine outside, Su Buyu feels that it is a punishment to work now, and he pulls everyone together to prepare to wait until two o'clock before continuing to work.

You can work slowly, but it would not be good if you work until you get sick.

However, two of them are not gregarious.

Kuang Yin Wang and Chai Rong Meow.

As soon as this bald-headed and bald-tailed combo finished their meal, they rushed to the next door regardless of the heat.

He was still talking about some competition or something.

Well...

Su Buyu was really speechless. This strange competition with useless words made him...

There is not a trace of embarrassment in my heart.

More competitions.

Roll up.

Roll it up hard.

It's about this kind of useful internal friction, instead of chasing around every day and wasting energy.

...

Three in the afternoon.

The great new landlord Su Buyu once again entered his loyal future home.

It was originally decided to start work at two o'clock.

But you know.

Hot temperatures always bring down the enthusiasm for work and can easily lead to some diseases.

For example, the procrastination that suddenly recurred in Su Buyu's heart.

It's all the fault of the summer sun and high temperatures.

It's not because he wants to be lazy.

Moreover.

As a hotel owner, it is also important to maintain a healthy body that can earn money to support the family. Can the boss's procrastination be called procrastination?

After procrastinating for an extra hour with many excuses.

After all, Su Buyu couldn't hold back the clanging noise next door. It was too noisy, so he still had to join in.

It's still hot outside.

The sun, which has finally managed to get closer to the earth, is still in the sky selflessly devoting its light and heat to nourish the earth even at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Hot wind blows.

Listening to the chirping of cicadas, Su Buyu, who was working on the terrace wall, raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The bangs on her forehead, which were soaked with sweat, stuck tightly together.

like.

It's time to get a haircut.

Su Buyu pulled her long hair that could cover her eyebrows and thought about it, and decided to get a haircut after finishing her work.

Ugh.

I remember getting a haircut.

Su Buyu, who was rubbing the mortar layer with his fingertips, couldn't help but wonder why human hair has to grow. Isn't it good that it never grows?

As long as the hair doesn't grow too long.

There is no need to worry about baldness in the world, and there is no need to go to a street barber shop to feel the pain of opening a blind box for your hair style.

There is a brain-sharing network of Malphites in this world.

Why not.

There can't be a street barber brain-sharing network.

Uneven technology.

It's very troublesome.

In this world, the profession that can destroy people's illusions the most and make them realize reality is probably the profession of hairdresser.

Customers and street barbers.

Like water and fire.

Incompatible.

Immersed in his thoughts, Su Buyu thought about whether his current worth should go to a higher-end barber shop.

My mother, Lu Wenyu, loves to go there.

I was also taken there.

But... from elementary school to high school, they are all short-inch, but the cutting is different.

A top-notch hairdresser.

You can still make money out of your short position.

And when I went to college and left my hometown, and finally managed to grow my hair long enough for a senior barber to cut it into flowers, it was impossible to experience the living expenses of [-] yuan.

Later I found one on the street.

That haircut looks like a dog chewing.

As a result, when he finished editing the video with Lu Wenyu, he was laughed at for a long time.

But there are also success stories.

But that store.

When Su Buyu went for a haircut two months later, the boss was still the same, but the barber shop had turned into a milk tea shop.

By the way, the craftsmanship of the store last time was only average.

I'd better choose something more advanced this time.

Su Buyu was immersed in his past, but the next moment, Bai Shuyu's voice coming from downstairs quickly pulled him away from the past and returned to the present.

"Fourth brother."

"Fourth Brother!"

"Fourth brother, we have a visitor."

Ok?

Guest, what guest.

Su Buyu felt a little strange at the words that came to his ears. He quickly walked a few steps to the balcony railing and looked downstairs.

The scene downstairs is unobstructed.

Street trees.

road.

Xiaobai stood at the door with his head raised and his hands in the shape of a trumpet, as well as a middle-aged woman and a primary school student.

what the hell.

Su Buyu grabbed his dusty hair and shouted downstairs: "I'll come down immediately." Then he turned and walked into the corridor. Liu Chanmiao, the porter of the wall, was already lying on the corridor tiredly, without any image or concern about what he had been. The emperor's identity lay like a dead fish on the dusty ground.