Chapter 587 Depressed Ding Yi
A few days later, the dock by the river has been built.
Because the river embankment was built not long ago and the foundation was very solid, the dock was built on the basis of the river embankment, so the construction speed was very fast.
The entire pier is about ten meters long. It is said to be a pier, but Zhang An actually thinks it is more like a platform dedicated to boarding ships.
The sightseeing boat ordered by the village has not been delivered yet, so only Zhang An's small boat is parked here alone.
The field behind the dock has been exchanged by Zhang Jianwen with the villagers for private land elsewhere in the village, and now a small house has been built in it.
The team led by Zhang An and his second uncle, after building so many yards and many private houses contracted from the village, have become very skilled in the work on their hands, and their speed is not bad at all. slow.
Although it didn’t take long and the work started only after the dock was built, the four walls of the small house selling tickets have now been built and are just waiting to be capped.
However, the brackets inside have been set up, and the steel building materials are just waiting to be tied in, and then the roof can be built.
As long as it doesn't rain in the next few days, this small house can be built in a week at most.
"Hey, how come a platform has been built here in just a few days? You couldn't have built it specifically to moor the boats, right?"
When Zhang An was checking the dock by the river, Ding Yi came over from the opposite side. .
He saw Zhang An from a distance and came directly after crossing the bridge.
"That's not true, I don't have that much ability. This is a newly built pier in the village, and it will be specially used to park boats in the future."
Although the old uncle Zhang Jianwen has not revealed it before When he was planning to buy a sightseeing boat, Zhang An thought about building a place by the river specifically for parking boats.
But in the end, he didn't dare to take action. After all, the land by the river belonged to the public, and he didn't dare to build randomly.
"Oh? It's so long. Does the village plan to buy a boat?"
At first, Ding Yi thought that Zhang An had done it himself and built this place specifically to park boats.
After hearing what Zhang An said, he immediately realized that the village planned to buy a boat.
“Yes, and I have already bought ten of them. I estimate they will be delivered in two days.”
Zhang An nodded to Ding, pointed to the small house with only a few frames in the back and continued.
“Have you seen this house? If you want to take a boat when the time comes, buy a ticket here.”
“Hey, I didn’t expect that Mr. Zhang, the village chief, would be so willing to do so this time. The cost of building ten ships is not cheap.”
Ding Yi really looked at Zhang Jianwen with a certain disdain for him when he bought so many ships at once.
“But this is a good thing. You have to know that there are no such high-end things in the county.”
“That’s true. There are not many boats in the lake as big as the People’s Park in the city. The sightseeing boat feels a bit useless.”
Although this sightseeing boat is not very popular, it is not available everywhere.
There is a large artificial lake in the county town. There are usually a lot of people going there, but there is no such thing there.
Now that Zhang Jianwen has bought ten boats at once, the village has finally completed overtaking in a corner.
“By the way, I got the saplings you asked for before.”
The small pier was empty. After taking a few glances, Ding turned his attention away and told Zhang An about his coming here.
“Ah, what sapling?”
Zhang An was stunned. For a moment, he really didn’t remember what sapling he wanted from Ding Yi.
"Huanghuali, when you moved the cabinet with me last time, didn't you say you wanted it? Look at your memory."
Ding had forgotten all about it after just one glance. Zhang An, then reminded him.
Those involved in the relationship have forgotten it, but he still remembers it in his heart.
“Oh, I think about it, it’s been so long ago that I don’t remember it, and I was just joking at the time. Did you really go find it?”
Zhang An smiled sheepishly at Ding Yi. He might have had this idea at the time, but half of it was just a joke and he didn't take it to heart after that.
"It just happened. I went to my friend's place a few days ago. Then I remembered this and asked him to bring me some. In addition to huanghuali, there are also small-leaf red sandalwood and golden silk. I didn’t even bring some nanmu, etc., but you are weird. You don’t have ready-made wood, so you have to ask for such useless saplings.”
Ding Yi knew that Zhang An was a carpenter. , so I thought that if this guy liked it, I could get him some ready-made ingredients.
Unexpectedly, this guy didn't want the ready-made ingredients, but he wanted some saplings.
"Hey, just plant it for fun. When it grows up later, it can be regarded as leaving something for future generations of the family."
Zhang An never thought of using these expensive ones. He couldn't use the wood to make furniture for his home, so he really just wanted to plant a few trees to try.
"Then just plant it. These things grow so slowly, especially the golden nanmu. They cannot grow well in just a few decades. Besides, you are the one who planted it now. , but after decades or hundreds of years, it may not be yours.”
Ding Yi couldn’t believe that he just said it casually, and it turned out to be a fact many years later.
“Hey, why bother with it.”
Despite what Ding Yi said, Zhang An didn’t care at all.
Because he has no intention of planting these things outside. After many years, it will benefit some people and he will plant them in space.
"It's up to you. Let's go and get it back first. It's still in my car."
Ding Yi didn't think about what to say because he had already helped to find it. Here he is, and he knows that Zhang An usually likes to do things like this.
In fact, he was very envious of Zhang An's life, where he was free from any fetters and could lead a carefree life for the whole family.
It's just that he can't learn. After all, he was born in a family like theirs. If he doesn't make progress, he will regress.
“Damn, why did you do so many things?”
When they arrived at the parking lot at Dongli intersection, Zhang An’s eyes widened after Ding Yi opened the trunk.
Because the trunk of his car is full of saplings.
Originally, he thought that no matter how exaggerated Ding Yi was, a dozen or twenty trees would be enough.
It’s unimaginable that I got so many of them back, how many there must be.
“I’m kidding, why would I ask you to come here if there are less? I can get it to your house by myself.”
In fact, for a single tree species, there can be at most ten of each tree. There are a few trees, but there are so many varieties that they can’t hold up. They all add up to a pile like this.
Ding Yi himself didn’t expect to have so many. He just asked his friend, but after the friend asked him what he wanted, he just got such a pile.
This also fully shows that although these golden nanmu, huanghuali, etc. are the best wood, the ungrown saplings are really nothing.
After they all moved back home, Zhang An placed the pile of saplings in the yard because he didn't want to plant them now.
Then I got some space spring water to moisturize their root systems to ensure that they could survive for a while and not die immediately.
Originally, he only wanted to get a few trees back, plant two in the yard, and plant the others into the space.
But now that Ding Yi has brought so many of them back, it would be unreasonable not to plant some outside.
"Dad, Qiuqiu, Guoguo."
As soon as the two of them arrived home and put down the saplings in their hands, little Siqi ran out of the house to look for him.
While talking, he pointed with his little finger at Qiuqiu, who had already run upstairs. Zhang An took a look and saw that it was Qiuqiu holding a big pine cone in his hand, which caught his attention.
“That one doesn’t taste good, we don’t want it.”
Zhang An didn't want to let Qiuqiu give the pine cone to his father. Instead, he was trying to persuade him to let Qiuqiu, the poor little thing go.
Although the pine cone is peeled off to reveal pine nuts, the pine cone held by Qiuqiu is not big, and the pine nuts inside have the same taste.
“Oh~”
The little guy is extremely sensitive to food, and he may not understand other words.
But as soon as he asked whether it was delicious or not, he understood immediately.
When his father said it was not delicious, he stopped staring at the ball and ran home to find his grandma.
At this point Wang Fang was preparing dinner in the kitchen. He knew that if he stayed with his grandma, she would give him something to eat.
"No Zhang An, when did your Zhang Siqi learn to speak?"
As soon as the little guy left, Ding Yi was no longer calm, especially when little Siqi was in front of him just now When he called Zhang An his father, he felt confused.
Don't think too much, mainly because his own son is several months older than Xiao Siqi, but he hasn't spoken yet.
We are all fathers, so who wouldn’t be depressed when encountering such a thing.
"Hey, maybe it's time to speak, so I naturally speak."
At this moment, Zhang An was really enjoying Ding Yi's reaction.
"Why, even if the time is up, it will definitely be our Ding Zijie who speaks first. After all, he is several months older."
Ding Yi really didn't want to understand at the moment. , just learn to walk first, it can be said that the body develops earlier.
But talking has nothing to do with his rapid physical growth. Doesn't he think this makes his son look stupid?
"Something's wrong. You must have started a small stove for your Zhang Siqi. Please tell me how to teach him."
Ding Yi didn't believe Zhang An's so-called time is up. He felt that Zhang Anping must have taught him the rhetoric. After all, this guy had always been very idle.
“There’s really not much teaching. Su Ying often tells him stories. What kind of teaching is that? Besides, the first words my little Siqi said was learned from TV.”< br>
Seeing Ding Yi staring at him, Zhang An couldn't laugh or cry.
"Really?"
Ding Yi didn't quite believe it.
“Really, Chinese people don’t lie to Chinese people, otherwise you go ask my parents, they were both there at the time.”
Seeing that Ding Yi didn’t believe it, Zhang An almost swore. Sworn.
“But don’t be impatient. Teach him how to pronounce the pronunciation more often. Over time, he will naturally start to speak. If you can’t rush this kind of thing, he will often get the hang of it all of a sudden.”
"I know, I'll go back first."
After Ding nodded, he turned around and prepared to go home.
"Why are you in a hurry? Let's eat here before leaving."
Dinner at home was almost ready, so Zhang An left Ding with a message.
“No, I have to go back and teach our Ding Zijie how to speak,”
Ding Yi shook his head and left without looking back.
Zhang An saw how anxious he was and let him go.
While no one was in the yard, Zhang An took all the saplings he had just brought back into the air.
After all, once Ding left, no one at home saw him bringing back the saplings, which saved him a lot of explaining.
Then Zhang An looked around the yard, trying to find the most suitable location for planting trees.
Except for the original small flower bed beside the courtyard wall, the rest of the yard has been turned into a concrete dam.
Now the flower bed needs to be reserved for planting other trees that can climb the wall and bloom, and the place is still narrow. The ones Ding Yi brought back today, although they are still small now, will grow into towering trees in the future. .
So to plant flowers, you have to find a new place and then pry open the cement floor.
"What are you looking for?"
Su Ying came back at this time and saw Zhang An staring at the ground, thinking that something had been dropped and looking for it.
"I'm not looking for anything. I'm just watching the ants move."
Zhang An didn't tell Su Ying about planting trees, and just found a random excuse.
"I think you are too busy to worry about it. Why don't you go to work for me tomorrow and let me have a rest."
Su Ying did not doubt that he was there, and Zhang An was fooled. Said with a glance.
"That's not possible. It didn't matter before, but now they are in the third grade of junior high school and will take the high school entrance examination soon. What if I go and mislead others?"
Zhang An He quickly shook his head, knowing very well what level he was at.
He could see that this year's junior high school students, whether they were the principals, teachers at the school, or the parents of the students, all paid great attention to them.
On weekdays, he would just make a guest appearance to let his wife rest, but at such a critical time, he had better not hold him back.
"Mom~Mom~"
Hearing Su Ying's voice, the little guy ran out with a piece of bacon.
Although Su Ying always plays the role of a villain at home, the little one doesn't hold grudges and is still worried about not seeing her mother for a long time.
"Hey, grandma hasn't finished cooking yet, and you've eaten it first, little greedy cat."
Su Ying did not reach out to her son immediately, but took off her coat and patted her After patting him, he picked up his son.
She was worried that she would be covered in chalk dust after a day of class, and that the little guy would suck it into her nose.
The little guy didn't care about being called a greedy cat by his mother. Instead, he generously handed over the piece of meat in his hand.
It means, look, even the food has been given to you, so I’m not hungry anymore.
"Okay, let's eat."
At this time, the last soup in the kitchen was ready, and Zhang An went over to help serve it.
Because Su Ying added a self-study period after school, Wang Fang specially postponed the cooking time.
This way, when Su Ying comes back from school, she can have hot meals.
As soon as the little guy heard grandma calling for dinner, he immediately got down from his mother's arms and took the lead to grab his own children's bowl, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to eat if he was too late.
(End of this chapter)