The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

　　When talking about this matter, the three elders talked loudly and unparalleled.

Even though Wu Yuan knew about the subsequent development and it was the most reasonable thing to do when he opened his mouth, he did not speak up.

 They are just trying to keep their mouths shut.

There is no need to knock down a whole bunch of people by saying, "You are all out of date."

 At least in the area of ​​Liyuan Village, they are the only ones who have escaped poverty and become well-off.

 On the way back.

 The ridge of the gravel road has been somewhat dried by the half-day sun.

So that the walking becomes more brisk, and the soles of the feet are no longer covered with mud and sand as before.

 In this case, he returned home and entered the small building.

Wu Yuan still kicked off his big leather shoes, put on the slippers that had been drying in the sun, and entered the house.

The sun has been stored in the slippers all morning. Now that they are pulled up, they are wrapped in warmth.

 In the small building.

The two children were sitting on the sofa, each playing their own thing, with the midday winter sun shining on their bodies.

Song Chunhong wore an apron and was busy in the kitchen, looking back from time to time.

That silhouette really made Wu Yuan feel in a trance for a while.

 In a daze, I remembered the original joke.

 Fortunately, Song Chunhong is not on this channel at this time. I will see him back later.

Then he shouted: "The Dong family's leg of lamb has been delivered. It is hung on the beam in the garage. Take a look."

Wu Yuan slapped his thigh.

 Originally, I planned to stop by the Dong family to pay on my way back.

As a result, I was able to forget about this matter while walking, just focusing on the lightness of my feet.

Coming to the garage, I took a look at the leg of lamb hanging on the center beam.

 Tsk tsk, bright red in color, with intact pieces of meat.

It seems that Mr. Dong’s knife skills in slaughtering sheep are quite good today.

Wu Yuan did not reach out to take it, but first moved the simple desk in the corner of the garage to the yard.

After this move, when I turned around, I saw Dahuang staring at the leg of lamb on the beam, salivating.

 When he caught the owner's eyes, he lowered his eyebrows, looked around with his tail between his legs, and returned to his kennel.

Wu Yuan moved the desk into the yard under the sun.

Then he reached out and picked up the leg of lamb and threw it on the table.

Hand out his hand to touch the mutton leg, there was still some warmth left.

He then took out the ax used for killing chickens and ducks from the garage. He picked up the ax and dropped it with great ease.

 Soon a leg of lamb was divided into several sections.

 Then the ax was slashed across the mutton leg bone, and the mutton leg meat was easily picked out.

 In the hands of a carpenter, an ax is much more useful than a boning knife or something like that.

After finishing all this, put all the mutton leg bones and mutton leg meat into the basin and bucket next to the well, and fill them with well water to soak them cold.

Until a soft voice came, "It's time to eat." Wu Yuan took some water from the well and washed his hands, then walked into the house.

At the dining table in the room, the two children were already holding a bowl of noodles each, and started to grunt with their little mouths.

 Only Song Chunhong was still standing waiting for him. When she saw him washing his hands with the well water outside, she couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it cold?"

 After all, I washed the dishes in the morning, but the other party disliked me for using cold water.

Wu Yuan walked into the bathroom, wiped his hands and said, "The well water we just brought up is not cold."

 Lunch is fragrant egg noodles.

 It was drizzled with sesame oil, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and cabbage leaves that Song Chunhong picked from somewhere.

 Looks pretty good.

Even so, Wu Yuan still couldn't help but rub his hands and said, "If I had known earlier, I would have come back earlier and made some mutton soup and noodles."

Upon hearing this, Song Chunhong couldn't help but apologized: "I don't know what to do, so just make do with it."

Wu Yuan nodded.     Actually, there are a lot of ingredients at home.

 It's just that Teacher Song still regards himself as an outsider and doesn't make any arrangements.

 Otherwise, two adults, two children, and four people would never eat just one bowl of egg noodles.

Wu Yuan said while slurping noodles: "You and my aunt will stay here for dinner tonight, and Uncle Xu and Uncle Li will come over. I just happened to make the leg of lamb and kill a goose by the way."

　　Song Chunhong couldn’t help but pause when she twisted the noodles with her chopsticks: “Don’t bother, right?”

“No matter what trouble it is, it’s settled,” Wu Yuan said without any doubt, “I have to do it anyway, just add two pairs of chopsticks.”

 A bowl of noodles is finished.

Wu Yuan bowed his body and entered the pig pen, and a lucky man caught a big white goose.

 Since the winter solstice, the pig pens have been overcrowded with poultry.

So much so that the poultry manure was so stinky that it was really unsightly.

So there are so many chickens, ducks and geese that we have to eat quickly, otherwise we will definitely not be able to live here before the New Year.

The big white goose was choked by fate and could only flapping around in the room and squawking wildly.

 Fortunately, Wu Yuan didn't make it suffer for too long, and he weighed the weight in his hand.

Just raise your hand and make a set meal, let the big white goose disappear in an instant, and send it away.

With two dishes and one soup, the plan for the evening meal is already set.

The rest needs at least seven or eight side dishes to make up the number.

Song Chunhong rummaged around in the refrigerator in the small building for a while, racking her brains and could only make up four or five recipes.

 As a last resort, he came out and asked Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan casually pointed to the garage and asked her to pick it out.

 Entering the garage, Song Chunhong was shocked when she looked at the entire wall of freezers and the rows of them hanging on the beams.

 Just this inventory, let alone a meal.

 Even a running water mat that can last for a day is enough.

 Speaking of the flowing water mat, the beginning of the twelfth lunar month is the time of year when red and white events are most intensive.

In the first week of the twelfth lunar month, Wu Yuan could still be lazy and give money to his father-in-law to bring gifts.

 Waiting until later, the closer to the end of the year, the more inescapable it becomes.

 Because there were so many seats, it was difficult for my father-in-law to run over alone.

So for one afternoon, the two of them really looked like a couple.

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By the time Liu Hui and Wang Feng came back at four o'clock, the meal was ready and they just had to start the meal.

 After Wang Feng got out of the car, she couldn't care less about the exhaustion of being dragged around by Liu Hui for most of the day.

 Took the two children, who were minding their own business, to kiss them for a while.

Wu Yuan took advantage of Song Chunhong's absence and came over and said to Wang Feng: "Auntie, stay for a casual meal tonight. I have already agreed with Teacher Song."

Liu Hui also took the opportunity to help: "That's right, sister, I'll save you two from having to go back and start a gang again."

 After speaking, Wu Yuan did not wait for Wang Feng to refuse.

 Getting up and going outside, he said to Song Chunhong who was busy at work: "Auntie agreed."

Song Chunhong didn't know that his mother and daughter had been defeated by him one by one.

 She was still addicted to the feeling of being a concubine with Wu Yuanfu and could not get out.

 Otherwise, as soon as Wang Feng came back, she would think about leaving.

How could Wu Yuan take advantage of the loopholes and defeat them one by one.

 Seeing that the time is almost up.

Wu Yuan went to the kitchen as usual. The two pots on the earthen stove were perfect for stewing goose and braised lamb legs in iron pots.

As for the gas stove in the small building, Song Chunhong was able to use it very well after making pot noodles at noon.

With this two-pronged approach, the fragrance will soon overflow.