Chapter 2084

Zhou Andong was already nine o'clock after eating, feeling that he had eaten a bit too much. After arriving home, he let Seeing Jian Qiu go back to rest, lit a cigarette, and prepared to stroll around the nearby hutong to digest.

"Come back early, don't walk too far."

Seeing Jian Qiu gave instructions. She had been strolling for an afternoon today, and although she walked and rested, she was still a bit tired.

"Go in!"

Zhou Andong helped his wife into the courtyard and handed her over to Sister Wu, who was chatting in the courtyard.

The front hutong was still brightly lit. It was already 9:30, and the masters who repaired the house were still working.

Zhou Andong entered the courtyard, took out a cigarette and said: "Master, it's so late, why are you still working?"

An old man with gray hair jumped down from the jumping board, put down the tools in his hand, wiped his hands casually, and then took the cigarette from Zhou Andong.

"Originally, I wanted to finish the work by the end of this year."

The old man lowered his head slightly, holding Zhou Andong's hand with the lighter, and lit the cigarette.

"A while ago, President Tang came, and that row of houses in front also needs maintenance. The work was still handed over to us. It's just that it must be completed by the end of July next year, so the time is a bit tight, so we must work overtime to rush the work forward."

Zhou Andong nodded. It seems that the four households left at the end have also been bought.

It's just that that guy said he wanted to take his wife to Jiangzhou to watch the music festival, but he didn't look for him, and he didn't know if he went or not.

"Master!" Zhou Andong asked: "How much work is left here?"

"Work overtime a bit more, it will be finished in August." The master looked at that row of houses in front: "By then, the work outside that row of houses in front can still be done for a month and a half.

After entering winter, the stove in the room is lit, and the temperature is a bit higher, so the work inside can also be done. It is not a big problem to complete it in July next year."

Zhou Andong nodded and chatted for a while, then went into the room to see.

The interior was the first to be repaired, and then the decoration began. Now the hard decoration is basically completed, and only the soft decoration is left.

After the outside maintenance is completed in August, the soft decoration will be fast, and it will be fully completed in October, and then it can be opened.

It's just that who will manage this clubhouse is hard to find. The only person he can think of is An Jing, but whether that woman is willing is hard to say.

After leaving the courtyard, he walked forward again. This area has a total of five hutongs, now he has collected three, and there are two hutongs left, more than thirty courtyards, about more than 200 households.

Smaller courtyards live with five or six households, and larger courtyards live with more than ten households. As long as there is a little empty space, they are all covered with sheds and live with people.

There is no way. Although it is already the middle of the nineties, for Jingcheng people living under the imperial city, housing is still tight.

Just say that five-entry courtyard of his, and that three-entry courtyard in front, if it were not for the office of the government, even if he bought it, it would be impossible to move in smoothly. It is estimated that they are still arguing and suing with the tenants now.

Zhou Andong entered the hutong at the very front. On the right is a high courtyard wall, and outside is Chang'an Street.

When he came out on the other side of the hutong, not far away was a public toilet. He could smell the urine smell standing at the entrance of the hutong.

The barbecue eaten at night was a bit salty, and he drank a lot of water in the car, and he was holding a bladder of urine. He thought about going home and talking about it, but now he saw a public toilet, so he walked over.

The closer the distance, the thicker the pungent smell, hitting the brain one by one. When he got close, he saw that next to the toilet, two five or six-year-old boys were squatting there and pooping.

One of the boys was holding a stick and pulling something on the ground. When he got close, he saw that the kid was pulling his own poop.

Zhou Andong's face was drawn together, and he couldn't help asking: "Little guy, is it fun?"

The little guy raised his head and held up the stick in his hand. Zhou Andong hurriedly took a few steps back.

"You continue to play."

Zhou Andong didn't want to discuss it with this hero anymore, took out a lighter and lit it, and with the faint firelight, he came out as soon as he went in.

How the taste inside was, it didn't matter to him. After all, he was a farmer's child and had squatted in a dry toilet since he was a child. But as soon as he went in, the ground was full of yellow soup. If he fell, it would be good to see.

After coming out, Zhou Andong immediately lit a cigarette, and then looked at the two little guys, who were sticking their butts out and moving to the side bit by bit.

Zhou Andong asked with a smile: "Why are you two here, where are your adults?"

The kid with the stick was not afraid of strangers at all, and said crisply: "Playing cards at home."

Zhou Andong didn't stay any longer, the smell was really too strong, turned around and walked away quickly.

At the same time, he was also very fortunate that the courtyard he bought used to be a public place.

Various facilities inside were very complete, otherwise, running here every morning to line up for the toilet would be really suffering.

After arriving home, Seeing Jian Qiu hadn't slept yet, and was holding a book by Aunt Qiong and reading it.

Zhou Andong unloaded the inventory in the bathroom, and then took a bath. By the time he went to bed, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Why are you still not sleeping?"

Seeing Jian Qiu put down the book in her hand, turned her body, and hugged Zhou Andong's neck.

"Can't sleep."

Zhou Andong laughed: "Since you can't sleep, then introduce the Wool Textile Factory to me."

"What should be said, Grandpa has already said." Seeing Jian Qiu's head rubbed on Zhou Andong's shoulder: "There is nothing to say."

Zhou Andong asked: "Does the Wool Textile Factory produce anything else besides wool blankets and wool fabrics? For example, ready-to-wear."

"No!" Seeing Jian Qiu pondered and said: "The Wool Textile Factory has one, two, and three factories. The employees and residents of the Qinghe area call the first factory Beimao Factory, and the second factory Qingmao Factory.

The products produced by the two factories are basically the same, all belonging to worsted woolen fabrics. And the third factory is called the Wool Textile Factory, which is on the north side of the first and second factories, and is also the headquarters of the Wool Textile Factory. The products inherit the woolen fabrics and wool blankets of the original Qinghe Boli Wool Textile Factory.

Let's put it this way, five or six years ago, whoever had clothes made of wool from the Wool Textile Factory was a very face-saving thing. Having a wool blanket produced by the Wool Textile Factory was even a proud family asset.

Our country's sports delegation participated in the 23rd Olympic Games held in Los Angeles, USA, and the 11th Asian Games we held in 90.

The fabric of the entrance costumes of our country's athletes was provided by the Wool Textile Factory. Even now, the Department Store Building, Xidan Mall, Dongsi People's Market, and Wang Fujing Dongfeng Market have sales counters.

If you have time, you can go shopping. In fact, even now, Jingcheng people also like the wool fabrics produced by the Wool Textile Factory very much.

It's just that in the past two years, the Wool Textile Factory has lost too much market outside Jingcheng. Relying only on the Jingcheng market cannot support the Wool Textile Factory. So Grandpa thought of letting you go over, hoping you can let the Wool Textile Factory be reborn."