In fact, Song Beiyun knew that there are people in this world who are destined to be beaten and invisibly, and they will feel uncomfortable if they don’t act evil for a day.

Zhao Cheng is a typical type of person. She is the type of person who "at worst, you can die. If you have the ability, you will kill me. Even if you kill me, I will have to be disgusting."

But it doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter. It's hard to say anything else. Song Beiyun still has a way of dealing with donkeys. I won't say much about anything else. It's easy to do if you like to be disgusting people. Song Beiyun asked her to experience it and experience it.

On that day, it was just dawn. Zhao Cheng, who was sleeping in the quilt, was suddenly awakened by a cold wind. He opened his eyes and saw Song Beiyun standing in front of her with a kerosene lamp. The moment he saw him, Zhao Cheng was not so frightened. She naturally opened her hand, revealing her very thin underwear.

"you……"

"Stop talking nonsense." Song Beiyun threw a canvas coat on her face: "Go, go and work!"

Before Zhao Cheng could react, Song Beiyun picked her up from the bed and forced her to change into work clothes. After washing up briefly, she stuffed two buns and took her to the large construction site.

The matter afterwards was very simple. She had to do whatever Song Beiyun did.

Once he pretended to be dead, Song Beiyun picked it up without saying a word and dragged it away. If he couldn't dig the soil, he would mix cement. If he couldn't mix cement, he would grind a knife.

Although Zhao Cheng said that his fate was bumpy and he was a displaced all his life, he was a royal family and had never suffered such pain. After all, his whole body was so painful that he felt like he had been cut by a knife. He fell on the bed and couldn't get up. He had many burrs on his hands. Although they were pulled out, the tiny wounds still hurt so much when they touched them.

She came to cry, but she was so tired that she had already fallen asleep before she could cry.

I slept deeper until I was taken to the construction site by Song Beiyun again the next morning.

"If you can't do it, get out. Are you here to practice? Then I will teach you what suffering is in the world."

A word aroused the fierceness in Zhao Cheng's bones. She didn't believe in this evil anymore. She endured the soreness on her body, gritted her teeth and started working. She also deliberately made herself feel embarrassed and passed by Lord Song, as if she was angry.

But Lord Song obviously didn't buy it. He was doing his job anyway. He looked at the drawings and became a supervisor when he was free, so he used a yardstick to play with everyone to find fault.

After today, Zhao Cheng drank a large bowl of rice soup with sugar and salt, and ate seven steamed buns that were much bigger than her fists, and took a pie that was bigger than her face.

This meal was more than she had eaten in the past seven days, but she felt that she was not fully full, but she couldn't stand it anymore, so she got into the quilt and went to sleep.

Still sexy? Still rude? That's it?

After working like this for fifteen days, Zhao Cheng has learned to go to the cafeteria every morning to wait for the newly-baked buns. This thing is much better than steamed buns, but it is always in short supply and there is no sleep late. Therefore, women on this large construction site always queue up just after dawn.

Zhao Cheng is no exception. In this ghost place, Song Beiyun is the sky. What kind of princesses are not good at using it, but even princesses is not good at using it. The identity of a monk is even more useless. So Zhao Cheng either queues up or eats steamed buns. Faced with the oily meat buns, she decisively gave up her messy identity and learned to queue up with those dirty women with her own small rice bowl.

"What kind of thing is bad? This method can cure her, but it can't be cured?"

Song Beiyun washed his hands and said to Biluo: "If you say you are by the prince, I have no way to deal with her. After all, you have to take care of the prince's mood. But she has no way to go in heaven, and there is no way to break in this hell."

"My husband, don't go too far. After all, Sister Orange is also a princess. If she is used as a livestock, she will be framed... she may be framed."

Biluo patiently tidied up Song Beiyun's clothes. She came here to take care of Song Beiyun's diet and daily life. As for Zhao Cheng, she actually didn't care, because she knew what her identity was and was not qualified to point fingers at Song Beiyun's affairs.

"Frame, this slut."

Song Beiyun lay on the lounge chair, and Biluo applied a hot towel to his face, interrupting his speech.

After taking off the towel, Biluo started to give Song Beiyun a smile and said, "Mr., you can speak now, I will be careful."

"Oh, don't scratch me, I have a reliable meal." Song Beiyun continued after reminding me: "Just this girl, you can eat three pancakes in one meal and fill a large bowl of soy milk. It would be fine if you don't spread it, but if you spread it, you have to thank me. After all, this girl's pretentious disease has finally been cured."

The work on the construction site is to collect money from the worker. Although Zhao Cheng works hard, she is just there. According to serious words, she may have set a minimum record on the construction site, but everyone is actually quite giving in. Not to mention that she is beautiful, just the appearance of her and Lord Song is not right, so everyone sees it, so as long as the scoring person sees her coming, he will give her a full mark.

Today is the checkout day every half month. The construction site is filled with the joy of paying wages. Every month, a peddler will come here to sell some things that you usually don’t see.

There are daily necessities, snacks, wine, etc., and even rouge and powder for my daughter’s home use. After all, there are many people working here with their families on the construction site, and many people even have seven or eight people working here.

After paying the wages, many people would give their wives and children some money to buy something they wanted. However, this is the first time Zhao Cheng received a salary of two cents of silver today.

She was actually quite confused when she got the money, but the confusion was quickly diluted by the joy of labor. She chose the peddler for a long time, and chose some things for women, as well as some rouge and some snacks that she had nothing to do.

Although it looked nothing, after she returned to the house with the things in her arms, she didn't know how much she cherished these things.

"I'll eat this tomorrow." He put a small bag of fried noodles in the drawer, and then divided some crumbs: "I'll eat this today."

After she happily divided the lot of things, she suddenly sat there and was stunned. For a moment, she didn't know what expression to face it...

I came from a princess, no matter how you are, I am still a princess. No matter how down and down on weekdays, I will live a better life than most people. But now...

Looking at the snacks that were divided into small bags of snacks, she suddenly covered her face and started crying. When she looked at her hands again, she found that her hands, which were originally green, had now grown calluses.

The sadness in her heart suddenly surged out again, so she cried while eating the pot crust. Finally, after finishing the pot crust, the person was tired of crying. After lying on the bed for a while, before she could think about the causes and consequences, she fell asleep in a deep sleep.

Until she was awakened by the sound of gongs outside, she almost instinctively slapped her thighs, and thought it was not good, then picked up her rice bowl and rushed out of the house.

What a princess is not a princess? No matter how delicate the princess is, she is not as good as the chicken meal at noon.

When she passed by, she happened to see Song Beiyun squatting in the sun with a group of "high-level workers". This group of people who should be the most noble, but now they are no longer in their usual appearance on this large construction site.

Song Beiyun took off his bulky cotton jacket today and put on a spring outfit, but he still looked cheap and solid. The gentlemen who used to stand on the podium in the engineering institute were dressed in this way.

These people sat in a bunch of people, dancing and describing something while eating, looking crazy and funny.

Zhao Cheng, who was carrying the rice bowl with fried chicken and fried dough with sour beans and fried dough and slags, walked to Song Beiyun, and listened to what they were saying while eating. It looked exactly like a Northeastern aunt who came over to listen to men brag during busy farming.

She glanced at the food in Song Beiyun's bowl and found that it was no different from her, and the same was true for those senior workers who were role models. This made her feel a lot better, but what they talked about was confusing.

"I don't know how much corrosion abilities of seawater are higher than fresh water. If your iron-clad ship is not covered with paint? It takes less than three years, and it will be melted in one and a half years." Song Beiyun waved his arms excitedly: "Not only do you need to apply it, but you also need to apply it more. You have to apply it every now and then."

The senior engineers also expressed their opinions one after another, and the scene even lost control for a while. Those who didn't know thought they were going to fight.

"You can just apply it? How can this paint be attached to the steel? Now the paint we have on hand can either not be applied, or it will fall down in pieces after two days. What do you do with it?"

When Song Beiyun heard this, he scratched his head irritably: "What do you think you should do?"

The scene suddenly fell into silence... because the key to overcoming difficulties is this. The paint problem is really difficult to solve, and the sea boat without paint is simply a joke.

"Bao Jin." Suddenly a voice came from beside them.

The group of people turned their heads and found that it was Zhao Cheng who said that. She looked at the stinky men in front of her with an innocent look while eating.

"Bake gold, I see the golden Buddha on Mount Wutai, it's not a hundred years old."

"Can that be the same?" Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "If you don't understand, don't interrupt, go and play next to you."

Zhao Cheng said oh and left in disappointment. The group of people continued to talk about this issue. As they were talking, an engineer suddenly said, "In fact, it's not impossible to keep gold."

"Bao Jin? Are you sure?" Song Beiyun squinted his eyes and looked at him: "How much gold does a ship cost and how heavy is the gold?"
Chapter completed!