The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 1092: Think about it when you don’t see it, make trouble when you see it

 It’s quiet at night, in the Wu family’s small building.

 This year is different from previous years.

 In previous years, Wu Yuan's plans, ideas and actions for the year would only come to Wu Yuan's mind after his sisters returned home for a reunion in the third year of junior high school.

 It’s earlier this year.

 And when he was thinking about these things, his whole body seemed to be on standby.

Until the wife stretched her smooth feet between his legs, she heard a soft and charming voice, "What are you thinking about?"

Wu Yuan said casually: ‘I miss Ge Ling! ’

 Then the whole person immediately enters the power-on state from standby.

But after turning on the phone, my daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan was not happy.

 Because she knew that the woman Ge Ling existed and was a female police officer.

Faced with the situation, Wu Yuan had to listen to his wife dictating the development plan of Furong Yi Lane for more than half an hour.

 Wu Yuan listened very carefully and gave a practical and pertinent evaluation.

 But after the evaluation, the daughter-in-law fell down and fell asleep.

Wu Yuan couldn't bear it anymore.

 Co-author, have you turned on your phone in vain?

 Sleep until dawn.

After a night of subtle changes, the snow all over the mountains and plains seemed to have faded away again quietly.

 The sun rises as usual on the third day of the Lunar New Year, accompanied by the cold wind as usual.

Standing at the west corner of the small building, you can even hear the whistling wind.

Even so, Xueer is still melting, but not at a fast pace.

Wu Yuan got dressed and got up. His daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan was already busy in the kitchen, and most of the vegetable boxes with various fillings were baked.

  Among them, the leek box is Wu Yuan’s favorite.

After hurriedly washing up, Wu Yuan immediately picked out a freshly cooked leek box and ate it.

　 Then I realized something was wrong and looked around: "Where are the people?"

Yang Luoyan said without looking back: "Are you asking the children? They are all still sleeping."

 Wu Yuan was about to go upstairs.

But his wife stopped him and said, "Forget it, let them sleep a little longer. Anyway, these are the only days we can enjoy happiness."

As he was talking, Zhong Wenyong limped downstairs, dressed neatly.

 When he saw the two of them were there, he immediately greeted politely: "Uncle, aunt, good morning."

 Without contrast, there is no harm.

Seeing how weak Zhong Wenyong was and how strong his will was, Wu Yuan could not restrain the ancient power in his body.

Especially this time when Wen Qiang came over, he didn't even kick him, and his legs were always being pulled invisibly.

So he went upstairs slowly, entered through the crack left by Wen Yong, and gave Zhong Wenqiang, who was sleeping soundly, a kick, and he immediately felt comfortable.

Wen Qiang jumped up with an electric shock. All that was left on his lean body was his shorts.

 Sure enough, there is a lot of vigilance.

 No wonder I was admitted to a military academy and served as a soldier in my previous life.

When Wen Qiang jumped, Xiong Wu and Xiong Wen all woke up.

 Wu Yuan said: ‘Get up! ’, turned around and left, leaving Zhong Wenqiang, who was rubbing his butt, alone and lost in thought.

Wu Yuan also finished a box of leeks during his last trip upstairs.

When I reached the stairs, I heard Yang Luoyan remind me: "Quick, someone is looking for you outside. I told him to come in and sit down, but he didn't come in."

 “Who could it be this early in the morning?”

Wu Yuan muttered and walked out without even wearing a coat. He couldn't help shivering as soon as he went out. But considering that Wen Yong was right behind, watching through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could only pretend to be calm, coughed twice, and shouted: "Who is it? Come in and sit down."

Pan Mazi then showed his head at the door, met Wu Yuan, met in the courtyard, handed Wu Yuan a Huazi, and then stuffed the two cigarettes in his arms over.

Wu Yuanzheng put Hua Zi behind his ear. Seeing this, he definitely couldn't pick it up. He pushed it out and said, "Young man in the first month of the year, what are you doing?"

Pan Mazi continued to push and pull: "Boss, you also know that it is the first month of the year. I came to the door rashly. I can't come empty-handed."

 This custom is common in rural areas.

 Except for the first day of the first lunar month, it is best not to go empty-handed at other times during the first lunar month.

Wu Yuan firmly stuffed the two cigarettes back, pointed at the cigarette behind his ear and said, "Didn't I take it? Besides, you must have something to do when you come so early. You have something to talk about."

Pan Mazi paused and said: "That's it, boss, I have a wine party at home at noon today. Do you think you can give me a favor? Come and sit down."

Wu Yuan understood immediately when he heard that Pan Mazi knew this from his second disciple Bao Jun. He already knew about their drinking at noon today, so he specially invited him as a formality.

He didn't say anything at the moment: "Today I am picking up some sisters at home, and they are determined not to leave. You drink, it is time to discuss, and it is time to ask for advice."

 “Hey, okay.” Pan Mazi nodded repeatedly, and then said: “There’s one more thing, boss.”

Wu Yuan put his hands in his pockets and tried to maintain some body temperature. On the surface, he had to pretend to be calm and said: "You said it."

"That's it," Pan Mazi thought: "I have a second uncle in my family, Pan Dingchun, who is an old technician who retired from the county construction station. He can read drawings and has rich experience. I am thinking about going to BJ here. Can I take him with me? , to be a technician?”

"Master Pan Dingchun?" Wu Yuan heard this and said, "That's good. As long as he can bear it physically and is willing to leave his hometown with you, I have no problem with it."

Pan Mazi was slightly surprised. After all, he, the second eldest son of the family, had always been in the city and was not well known by the villagers.

 But the boss actually agreed without saying a word.

 It’s really surprising and heart-warming at the same time.

 Feeling trusted.

Even so, he still asked: "Then do you want me to find a time to bring him to see you?"

Wu Yuan smiled and said: "I have heard about Master Pan's skills for a long time, so there is no need to meet him. After arriving at BJ in March, we will have plenty of opportunities to meet."

 In fact, when Wu Yuan was a contractor in his previous life, he worked with Pan Dingchun.

At that time, he was already in his seventies, but he still had clear ears and eyesight, and he was even more familiar with drawings and construction.

 In many cases, even young technicians with excellent backgrounds are not as good as him.

 There is such a person beside Pan Mazi.

It's like having Mr. Qiao next to Zhao Baojun, reassuring.

Wu Yuan has nothing to say.

 However, Pan Mazi didn't know the reason for this and left with confusion.

 After sending Pan Mazi away, Wu Yuan returned to the small building.

 As soon as he was surrounded by the heater, he couldn't help but sneeze several times, and then he felt his body warmed up.

Looking up, the eldest niece Lin Miaomiao was combing and tying the hair of the two younger nieces with her hair disheveled.

So much so that Yue Yue, whose hair is not long, also joined in the fun.

 Several nephews even washed their faces and brushed their teeth in the bathroom at the same time.

I don’t know whether it was brushed or washed, but there was definitely a lot of movement.

 The two litters of children in the third sister's and fourth sister's houses get jealous every time they are not seen, and get into trouble whenever they see them.

 It will never end.

Wu Yuan coughed slightly, and the movement inside immediately died down.

As a result, Lin Miaomiao turned around and couldn't hold it back anymore. Xiong Feiyan felt that her hair was not tied as beautifully as Zhong Wenya's, and her mouth was so tight that it could hang an oil can.

 (End of this chapter)