It was quiet in the darkness. The cicadas were still chirping in the distance. The old and dusty air was floating around Xu Wen.
It was like he had a dream, but he knew it was true.
After an unknown amount of time, a dim light appeared in the darkness. The light gradually approached, and Jing Cheng's face floated out.
After experiencing such a strange situation, Xu Wen was surprisingly calm now. He slowly turned around and stared at the other party.
Jing Cheng held a white paper lantern and smiled at him. He called him," Little Sir."
Xu Wen subconsciously looked at his feet and realized that they were stepping on the ground. He heaved a sigh of relief.
He became calmer and said,"It's no use keeping me here. If you can't fix it, you can't fix it."
"Why?" Jing Cheng tilted his head and asked.
Is there any other reason?
But under the eaves, one had to bow one's head. Xu Wen wiped his face and patiently reasoned with him.
"First of all, money. Let's do some calculations."
He raised a finger and said,"First, the cost of materials." To repair such ancient buildings, it is generally necessary to restore them the same way. Wood must be used and stone must be used. Pay attention to a little bit can not use ordinary substitutes, have to find the same materials. The price of solid wood was calculated by square meters, and the cheapest pine wood was more than 200 yuan. This is a wooden building. How much wood does it need? How much does it cost?"
"Second, the cost of equipment. You have to buy tools for all kinds of jobs, rent large machinery and equipment, right? How much does it cost?"
"Third, labor costs. Ancient buildings need to be repaired by professionals, and they can be repaired every year, possibly ten or twenty years. How much does it cost to hire someone? Have you calculated?"
Xu Wen waved his hand and drew a circle. He concluded," The cost of repairing such a house is at least one billion yuan. I'm a dead laborer. I won't earn a fraction of my life!"
"That's a good summary, but you're wrong about one thing." Jing Cheng also raised a finger.
"What?"
" There's no need for labor. You can repair it yourself."
"I don't know anything about such a professional matter!"
"I don't know, but I can learn."
"..."
Jing Cheng was gentle and gentle, but Xu Wen could not speak.
"What if I said I really couldn't fix it?" Xu Wen asked weakly.
"Then I'll stay here forever."
The lantern was gently placed on the table. Jing Cheng took a step back and disappeared into the darkness.
The surrounding air calmed down, and Xu Wen was sure that he was no longer here.
Xu Wen didn't relax because of this. Instead, his heart sank. Jing Cheng was so relieved to leave him here alone. It could only be that he was certain that he would definitely not be able to escape.
Even so, Xu Wen still did not give up. He put the ball on the ground and checked it back and forth.
Finally, he returned to the Four Hours Hall, sat on the steps at the door, and sighed deeply.
He confirmed his current situation.
This was the dilapidated house he had first seen, and as he expected, it would be a lot of work to repair it.
From the front to the two camphor trees, to the garden wall, is the scope of this house. He could move freely in this area, but everything else was blocked off by an invisible but real wall of air, and there was no possibility of escape.
This wall was like the so-called enchantment in comics, making people feel very unreal. But now that it actually existed in front of Xu Wen, Xu Wen could only accept it.
In other words, unless he repaired this mansion as Jing Cheng had said, he would really be trapped here for the rest of his life and would never be able to leave.
However, Jing Cheng's request was impossible to fulfill.
Qiuqiu came out of nowhere and circled around his leg as usual, raising its head to rub against his palm.
Xu Wen touched its furry little head and whispered,"I'm sorry, I caused you to be locked up here with me." He's really lucky to run into a haunted house when he goes out!"
Qiuqiu buried her face in his palm and laughed.
He suddenly recalled his resignation.
There was a dispute between the company and the construction party. Xu Wen knew that the construction party was more reasonable, but there was no way to help explain it.
Before he came here, he received a call from Lu Lihai, the foreman.
Lu Lihai said that he had contacted the big boss of the collection hall, that is, the rich second generation, and wanted to explain the plan to him in person. If the big boss agreed, the design department would definitely have nothing to say.
He heard about Xu Wen's resignation, but he still wanted to ask him to be a middle-aged man and help explain to the big boss.
Xu Wen politely refused.
He was born in Chinese, and his greatest weakness is his lack of professional knowledge. Sometimes the design department discussed business with the construction party, and it was very difficult for him to understand. How could he help explain this situation to Big Boss? How could he explain clearly what he didn't understand at all?
It was troublesome not to have a professional background…
If he could learn, he wanted to learn too.
Xu Wen let out a long breath and fell onto the steps.
The night was as cool as water, and the stone steps were cold through the skin. It was no longer as hot as the day.
Qiuqiu licked his finger again. Xu Wen came back to his senses and lowered his head to ask," Are you thirsty?"
That's right. From noon to night, he came to this old mansion after completing the inheritance procedures. He didn't even get a drop of water or a grain of rice, let alone a ball.
Jing Cheng wasn't planning to starve him to death here, was he?
Anyway, we need to get some water first.
Xu Wen sat up and walked to the well in the backyard with Qiuqiu in his arms. He stuck his head out and took a look.
Moonlight shone in the well, and the mirror reflected its light.
Yes, there's water in the well.
But how do you beat it up?
Xu Wen's gaze fell on the tattered wooden barrel beside him.
He bent down to pick up the barrel, thinking: What house to repair, can first repair this bucket to drink water is also good.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Xu Wen suddenly felt his feet go soft. An invisible suction force seemed to have appeared on the ground, pulling him down!
Xu Wen only felt a sinking and floating sensation. A strong and temporary sense of weightlessness assaulted him.
When he woke up, he immediately felt that the surrounding environment had changed.
The darkness became bright, the silence became noisy, several people were talking beside him at the same time, and it was impossible to hear what was being said.
Haunted again?
Xu Wen raised his head and saw a middle-aged man stroking his beard. He said in a reserved manner," It's useless to talk too much. We can only become disciples after half a year. Whether we can enter the sect depends on our performance in the past half a year."
This middle-aged man was not tall and wore a long robe. He looked a little unnatural. The first thing Xu Wen noticed was that the middle-aged man was wearing ancient clothes. It's not antique Han clothes or anything, it's ancient clothes.
Not only him, but also the people around him. Everyone's clothes were completely different from those Xu Wen was familiar with.
These people are fawning over the middle-aged man.
" Master is right. If my son is handed over to Master, Master can discipline him. He will beat him and scold him if necessary. He will not say anything!"
"Master introduces the door, cultivation is in the individual. Master is already blessed to be able to accept the iron rod. Whether he has good fortune or not depends on himself."
The middle-aged man revealed a satisfied expression as he swept his gaze over.
Xu Wen gradually regained his senses and realized that he was standing in a small courtyard with a few teenagers around him. They were also dressed in ancient clothes, but they were very clean. It was obvious that their families were not good, but they had made sufficient preparations to come here.
This is…parents sending their children to school?
The teenagers were obviously a little nervous. When the middle-aged man looked over, everyone stood up straight. There was also a short man who pulled up the hem of his shirt to make it more straight.
Compared to their caution, Xu Wen, who was looking around, seemed to be a little out of tune. The middle-aged man's gaze swept past him and frowned slightly.
The men flattered him for a while and finally left. Before they left, they each pulled their children and carefully reminded them. A middle-aged man in his forties also walked up to Xu Wen and talked to him, telling him to listen to his teacher, be filial to his teacher, be diligent, and have a lively eye.
Xu Wen nodded blankly. The man gave him a hateful glance, cupped his fists at his master, and left.
This ghost…felt so real.
In the end, only Master and Xu Wen and these teenagers were left in the courtyard.
Master didn't speak to them directly. Instead, he waved his hand and called over a young man in his twenties. He pointed at him and said," This is your Senior Brother Zhou. Listen to him in the future. Do whatever he tells you to do."
The youths bowed one after another. Xu Wen subconsciously followed suit and bowed. Senior Brother Zhou did not return the salute. He smiled and said to Master,"Master, leave it to me. Don't worry!"
Master smiled and nodded at him. As expected, he walked away with his hands behind his back.
Senior Brother Zhou respectfully watched his teacher leave, but when he turned around, his face turned cold.
"You guys, follow me!"