Siheyuan: Promoted to engineer, torturing and weeping animals

Jia Zhang also rushed over and shouted: "Our family is in a special situation, so we must get a better discount!"

Zhang Yi suddenly raised his head and glanced at the big guy.

"Do you think I'm short of money?"

"I don't even bother to earn 20 yuan from others, so I can still take your work?"

If he was short of money before, Zhang Yi would pick it up.

The point is that he really doesn't need money now!

There are still a bunch of furniture waiting to be built in my home, so why do you work for them.

The neighbors looked at each other.

They really didn't expect that Zhang Yi didn't even like money!

The second uncle coughed and said, "Just take it as a favor for everyone."

Zhang Yi rolled his eyes and said, "That's good! Do you know why I didn't sell it to him for 20 yuan?"

"That's because of my craftsmanship. A chair costs at least 50 yuan to sell!"

"How about this, each of you will give me 45, and I will do it for you."

The neighbors immediately exploded.

"What? 45! You might as well grab it at this price!"

"It's a neighbor after all. If you don't want to sell it, just say it. It's too much!"

The man in the Chinese tunic suit said at this time: "This master is right. In fact, judging from the exquisite workmanship of his chair, if it is placed in Wangfujing, it may not even be worth 50 yuan!"

The people around saw this strange man talking like this, and couldn't help but believe it in their hearts.

After all, he has no relatives and reasons with Zhang Yi, so there is no reason to speak for him.

The second uncle rolled his eyes, leaned over and asked, "Then if I buy it and sell it to you for fifty, do you want it?"

The corner of the mouth of the man in the Chinese tunic showed a playful arc.

"Brother, my business is not doing good things. I have to make some money! Besides, there are not many people who can afford such a good chair. It will take some time to hold it in their hands."

The implication is that it is impossible for you to make a difference in the middle.

Only now did the neighbors understand how valuable Zhang Yi's craftsmanship is!

The idea of ​​buying a chair had to be dismissed. After all, none of them was willing to spend 45 yuan to buy a chair.

However, there are still people who are ruthless, and that is the greedy Jia Zhang.

She didn't remember anything else, except that Zhang Yi's chair was worth 50 yuan!

Wouldn't it be a lot of money if he could make a few for himself?

The big guy looked at Zhang Yi, and he began to sit down on a chair again.

The big guys looked at Zhang Yi as if they were looking at a God of Wealth.

The uncle looked at Shazhu not far away, then at Zhang Yi, and frowned deeply.

"If only I had chosen Zhang Yi to take care of me in the old age! Hey, I should have treated him better if I had known when his father died."

And Qin Huairu looked at Zhang Yi who was concentrating on carpentry, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he imagined countless lives of the two of them after marriage.

But when she thought about her current life, she had to face the paralyzed and uncertain Jia Dongxu every day, as well as the brutal and unreasonable Jia Zhang, she felt a little resentful towards Zhang Yi.

"You enemy, if I had shown my abilities earlier, would I still have to suffer so much?"

"It's all your fault. It's you who caused me to suffer for so many years. I must hold you firmly in my hand, and you must make it up to me for the rest of your life!"

The neighbors watched Zhang Yi making furniture with salivating eyes.

As he worked non-stop, soon, pieces of exquisite woodware called works of art appeared in the yard.

The pair of chairs are magnificent, the tall wardrobe is exquisite and elegant, and the small round table is exquisite and elegant, and it also has two upper and lower layers that can be rotated.

Some of these exquisite designs come from the records in Lu Banshu, and some come from Zhang Yi's memory of later generations of furniture.

Shown through his delicate hands, all turned into first-class furniture!

The second uncle is too greedy.

Originally thought that Zhang Yi could only make simple wooden utensils, who would have thought that he could make anything!

In just half a day, a whole set of furniture was made!

If you buy these things from the furniture market, it will cost at least a hundred yuan!

And the furniture market will definitely not be able to buy Zhang Yi's good craftsmanship!

Chapter 152 Jia Zhang wants to take advantage, Zhang Yi: I will make money for your grave

All the neighbors in the courtyard were amazed by Zhang Yi's exquisite craftsmanship.

But although most people are jealous, Zhang Yi clearly stated the price, and they are reluctant to pay so much money, so they have to live with their eyes.

However, there are also those who are shameless, such as Jia Zhang.

She struggled with it for a long time, and at the beginning she was worried that her relationship with Zhang Yi was not very good.

But I can't stand Zhang Yi's things are so good!

The pieces of furniture are not only beautiful, but also durable in appearance.

Not to mention decent at home, at least it can be used for decades!

Mrs. Jia Zhang still couldn't restrain her inner greed, walked up to Zhang Yi and asked with a smile, "Nephew, your craftsmanship is amazing! Can you also help us build a set of furniture?"

Zhang Yi was upset when he heard Jia Zhang's voice.

Without raising his head, he asked, "Is your family rich?"

Mrs. Jia Zhang slapped her thigh: "Hey, isn't this simple? You can use our old furniture to renovate it. You don't need the wood! Count your processing fee. You see, this table, chairs, benches, cabinets, and large wardrobes , How about I give you ten dollars?"

She still doesn't forget the matter of selling the radio to Zhang Yi before, "You made 30 yuan from buying our radio before. I don't even want to mention it!"

Zhang Yi: "Get out!"

He really couldn't understand Jia Zhang's brain circuit.

This person's thick skin and shamelessness have far exceeded his imagination.

Even half a century later, only those aunts who occupy the stadium and dance in the square, and the uncles who touch porcelain on the road can fight.

Mrs. Jia Zhang got a little angry, pointed at him and said, "It's not that I won't give you money! What's your attitude? You don't even know how to make money if I give you money! How about this, I'll give you another two dollars, you Get things done for me."

Zhang Yi nodded.

"That's fine, but I have one request."

Jia Zhang's heart was overjoyed. If Zhang Yi built furniture for their family and sold it instead of using it himself, he could make a lot of money!

"What do you want?"

Zhang Yi stretched out his hand towards her: "I don't want processing fees. But you have to lend me 200 yuan, and when I die, let my son return it to you."

Jia Zhang screamed: "Zhang Yi, why are you kidding me here? You are too unreasonable to make trouble!"

"You were the one who made fun of me first."

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he turned his head away, too lazy to talk to this shameless woman.

Not taking advantage of it, Jiazhang hated it so much that he scolded: "What a miser, I don't know what you want so much money for!"

Zhang Yi said unceremoniously: "Save it for your grave!"

"you……"

Jia Zhang has never lost in cursing in the courtyard, but when she met Zhang Yi, she was always bullied, and she was so angry that she wanted to rant immediately.

And Zhang Yi also expected this, raised his head and gave her a cold look.

"The face doesn't hurt anymore, does it? Still want to be beaten?"

Jia Zhang was startled.

She touched her face subconsciously. The last time she scolded Zhang Yi, she was slapped directly. It took a week for the swelling to subside, and several teeth fell out.

Zhang Yi is not someone else, he doesn't give face to anyone, and he is not afraid of anyone.

If she dared to open her mouth, Zhang Yi would definitely beat her up.

Jia Zhang could only go back resentfully.

When she got back to the door of the house, she cursed Zhang Yilai in a low voice with Qin Huairu, Jia Dongxu, and Banggun.

Jia Dongxu looked at the pieces of furniture made by Zhang Yi, and was actually very envious in his heart.

At this time, the uncle suddenly brought the deaf old lady to the middle courtyard.

It turned out that the deaf old lady came to join in the fun when she heard that Zhang Yi could beat furniture.

The old lady was almost unable to walk, and it was not easy to get out of the house.

Seeing the furniture made by Zhang Yi, she said in surprise: "This is all old-age craftsmanship! There are still people who know this, it's not easy!"

Zhang Yi glanced at the deaf old lady, and nodded to her as a greeting.

The deaf old lady sized Zhang Yi up, feeling extremely moved in her heart.

Zhang Yi was a nerd in the yard before, and he could not kick a fart with three legs on weekdays, but now he is getting more and more capable, and he seems to be the most promising young man in the courtyard!

The deaf old lady just wants to enjoy her old age in peace, so she will not interfere with outside affairs easily, so she will not have any special attitude towards Zhang Yi.

But this time, she did have an idea.

The deaf old lady couldn't tell herself, so she gave the uncle a wink.

The old man suddenly understood, smiled and said to Zhang Yi: "Zhang Yi, can you help the deaf old lady make a wheelchair? She is old and it is not convenient to go out. If there is a wheelchair, it will save trouble to take her out in the future. .”

Although the uncle is a stick of the Virgin Mary and mud, he didn't say anything to the deaf old lady, and he really treated her like a son.

Later, the deaf old lady passed away, and the uncle helped to send it to her.

Regardless of whether he was trying to gain fame or something else, in terms of behavior, what he did was considered authentic.