The old man took the paper handed over by Lu Xiancheng and looked at it and asked, "What are you painting? It's not earthy or foreign!"

"Please estimate how much labor is required, or how much does it cost if you contract the work and materials!" Lu Xiancheng saw from these pieces of furniture that the old man had good skills, so he naturally remembered the decoration of his small villa. The furniture inside was something that could not be bought in the world, and it was specially used by Lu's family!

As for the old man’s words, whether it is native or not or not, this is a practical matter, because this style was later called modern Chinese. Not to mention that it has not become popular yet, I guess the name has not been called yet.

Lu Xiancheng was too lazy to talk to the old man about styles. Anyway, they would follow their own styles at that time. As for how to connect Lu Xiancheng, they would have to rely on such a master.

Zhou Guangyong stretched out his head and asked, "The villa project in your hand?" Seeing Lu Xiancheng nodding, Zhou Guangyong knew it.

But when Lu Xingguo heard this, he heard it differently. He thought his son had several villa projects. Lu Xingguo closed his mouth and pricked his ears and listened carefully.

"It depends on what you are doing!".

"How good can you find? All elm and beech wood are made of. If there is walnut wood, it is fine. If it really doesn't work, use imported oak and black walnut. The requirement is not to use a nail, all furniture is full of tenons and solid..." Lu Xiancheng said the request.

"I have never used oak black walnuts. I have no problem with elm and beech. It's just handmade." The old man looked at Lu Xiancheng and said, "I dare not buy this price. If you really want to make it, wait for me to go back and discuss it with my son."

Having said this, the old man continued: "If I do it, I think it can't be less than 15,000 yuan!" After that, the old man took a look at Lu Xiancheng.

Lu Xiancheng didn't know what this person meant, and was afraid that he could not afford it, so he still wanted to find out.

Lu Xingguo heard this and said, "Mr. Shi, you really dare to pay for it!" Now the salary of ordinary workers in small counties is only four or five hundred yuan, and ten thousand yuan is not small.

The old man's face turned red after hearing this. It was estimated that in his heart, he would have earned 15,000 yuan in a few months.

But Lu Xiancheng knew that he had missed the present, and ten years later, the master with such skills would be able to go to the factory for 20,000 or 30,000 yuan a month.

"Then when will you give me a message? If the price is appropriate, I might have to start in early March," said Lu Xiancheng.

When the old man saw that Lu Xiancheng really wanted to do his job, he thought about it for a while and said, "Let's wait for the New Year. After the New Year, I will take my son to the county town to chat with you, and everyone will discuss it carefully then."

Lu Xiancheng said: "Don't leave after the New Year. I will go back to Shicheng on the sixth day of the New Year. There is not much time. Let's talk about this before the New Year. It doesn't take long. If everyone meets you, give it a number. If not, then just do it."

The old man said: "It really didn't work before the New Year. My son was discussing renting wasteland with the town!"

"Rent wasteland? Can you rent wasteland now?" When Lu Xiancheng heard this news, he couldn't help blurting out, and after saying that, he looked at his father with his eyes.

As a member of the small bureaucrats in the small county town, although Lu Xingguo is no longer in power, the news is still quite effective, and the news is simply made public.

Lu Xingguo said: "It has started a long time ago. Isn't it now that small steps are recommended? The villages started in the middle of last year, but they have never achieved much results."

"What is your son planning to rent a land?" After hearing his father say that, Lu Xiancheng asked the old man more.

Lu Xiancheng is not too nervous about renting land now, because the land in Gushan is expensive and the Japanese grass has become popular. Now, the wilderness of the wild mountains and wild trees can't be planted. The only thing that can be planted is trees, but now few people think of planting trees.

One is that they are unconscious, and the other is that they have no funds. Even people eat in remote areas. There is no money to invest in seedlings. Not to mention that other counties cannot deduct extra funds. Even if the county has issued a blank note, the major banks in the county look like people who are decorating the store, but when each company closes its doors at night, the rats can starve to death. Where can they get the money to lend to people?

"Plant fruit trees!" said the old man.

When Lu Xiancheng heard that the old man's son was going to plant fruit trees, he laughed in his heart twice, and now he has counted down the old man's son. The fruits planted can be eaten, but they are not very competitive with other places. First, the waiter is because the land poverty will naturally not be high.

"How about this, you see if you have time when you have time, we will take time to go to your place," said Lu Xiancheng.

When the old man heard this, he said, "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow until the 29th day of the year!"

Lu Xiancheng thought for a while and asked Zhou Guangyong: "Do you have time tomorrow?"

"I have time!" Zhou Guangyong said.

After hearing this, Lu Xiancheng said to the old man: "Then we will go by at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. I don't know how long it will take to get to your side?"

"You take a bus to the countryside, and then I'll catch the bus to pick you up," said the old man.

Lu Xiancheng waved his hands: "No need, let's drive directly!"

When Lao Lu heard the old man say he was driving a car to pick him up, he couldn't help but feel happy and said to himself: I have nothing to do if I have a car, don't you go and take your donkey cart?

Lu Xingguo said at this time: "There is no road left yet. The road has only been built in the countryside. The next road is not accessible, so the car can only be used by a large car!"

The so-called big cart is a flatbed cart pulled by donkeys and mules.

After hearing what my father said, Lu Xiancheng felt that he had regarded it as N years later. He didn't know that the roads only lead to the countryside, and even from the countryside to the county town, there were not many asphalt roads. Generally, it was a gravel road that could walk in two directions.

As for the villages, all the old roads are all Yishui. When it rains, when it comes, it will be mud when it lifts up. Moreover, the mud here is different from the ordinary ones, especially muddy. After the weather is dry, the marks made by people passing by the rain are very hard. Even if you use a hammer to knock it, it will take a lot of effort to level it, which is extremely difficult to deal with.

"Then let's set the place we meet in the countryside?" Lu Xiancheng thought for a while and said.

"It's done too!" The old man thought for a while and agreed.

After hearing this, Lu Xiancheng wrote down his mobile phone number on the paper he had just drawn the picture, and handed it to the old man: "This is my phone number, if you have anything to do, just call it."

After talking to the old man, the old man also described Lu Xiancheng where he met in the countryside. Then everyone left the old man's stool-selling stall.

As soon as he left the old man, Lu Xingguo said: "I didn't expect that no one would want anything made by the 'carpenter Shi'!"

"Dad, he is very famous?" Lu Xiancheng asked.

Lu Xingguo nodded and said, "The ancestral craftsmanship was passed down. Before the liberation, almost some family daughters had to ask their sons to get some furniture when they got married. Your bed was made by your grandmother when I got married. At the beginning of the reform, many people asked their family to make furniture. When your second uncle got married, he didn't even hurry to make a bed. Who knew that now he has gone to the streets to sell stools."

When Lu Xiancheng mentioned his own bed, he couldn't help but feel a little more confident. Although his bed was old, he couldn't hear the obvious creaking sound no matter how hard he lay on such an old bed. He saw that he felt thick and solid.

"What kind of your customers are so rich?" Lu Xingguo asked.

How could Lu Xiancheng say that this customer is your son? He said, "It's really hard to say what rich people think!"

After hearing this, Zhou Guangyong thought it was not funny, so he had to turn his head and give everyone a secret joy on the back of his head.

The three of them walked around for a while, and Lu Muzhi's phone number arrived. The three of them hurried back to drive to pick up Lu Muzhi, and then turned back home.

When he was almost at the door of his house, Lu Xiancheng remembered the big bones and quickly said to his father who was driving, "Oh, I almost forgot about something big."

After hearing what his son said, Lu Xingguo subconsciously braked and the car suddenly stopped: "What's the matter?"

"Uncle, can you stop like this? The car was driving every time. Look, my head almost hit the chair just now." Lu Muzhi was a little dissatisfied.

Lu Xingguo's car used to be average, and he hasn't touched the car for several years. It's a blessing to maintain this level now. It's not even possible to think about starting up and brakes steadily. Moreover, the more skilled people are, the more they like driving. From the time they go back, Lu Xingguo has been dominating the driver's position and refuses to get out.

"It's not that your brother was shocked." Lu Xingguo made an excuse.

Lu Xiancheng said: "There is a big bone in Erha, which is a section of the big ox leg bone. When I was in Shicheng, I hugged and bit it while playing with it, and forgot to bring it back."

After hearing this, Lu Xingguo said, "That's simple. You can see the small vegetable market for about three or four hundred meters west of the road. There must be beef bones there in the period before the New Year!"

Hearing that the road was only three or four hundred meters, Lu Xiancheng immediately pushed open the car door and walked down. He left the car and saw Zhou Guangyong sitting in the car with a god bent down slightly: "Get down!"

"Why should I do with you when you go to the vegetable market to buy bones!" Zhou Guangyong moved his butt out of the car with reluctance.

"There is no strength at all, you can carry the bones!"

Seeing that this guy came out, Lu Xiancheng closed the car door with a bang.

Lu Xiancheng and Zhou Guangyong walked over in the direction they saw their father said.

The two of them walked and chatted, and it took nearly ten minutes to get to the small vegetable market.

"Luber's three or four hundred meters are really long, I think it's more than twice as long." Zhou Guangyong stood at the door of the vegetable market and looked back at the road he walked and sighed.

"I've come here, I'll buy things and leave." Lu Xiancheng dragged Zhou Guangyong to the small vegetable market.

The small vegetable market is not big, with two rows of cement tables, which are about 100 steps long, but there are temporary wooden shelves built on the walls around them, so that the stalls selling vegetables have almost doubled.

If there are too many stalls, the place will not come out of thin air, so naturally there will be fewer people left. Although the whole vegetable market is small, it is crowded with people now, and there are endless bargaining sounds.

After following the crowd for a while, Lu Xiancheng found a meat-selling stall and saw the stall with beef and other steaks written on it.

Standing in front of the stall, Lu Xiancheng asked to the stall owner in his thirties who was bowing his head and splitting his meat: "Master, how do you sell these beef bones?"

"Which piece?" The stall owner raised his head and asked with a smile at Lu Xiancheng.

Lu Xiancheng saw the stall owner's face clearly and couldn't help but exclaim: "Brother Lu Yao!".

The stall owner looked at Lu Xiancheng with a confused look on his face. He looked left and right and didn't seem to remember where he saw the young man in front of him. So he asked with a smile: "Little brother, do you know me?"

Lu Xiancheng put away the surprise on his face and said, "I know you, you may not know me."

Looking at Lu Yao's face, he was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit that few people wore now, and his clothes were covered with oil stains.
Chapter completed!