The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

 Lao Xu is about to leave.

The painting, disinfection and construction of the kang houses in the village could only fall to Party Secretary Yang.

 Fortunately, since the Xingxingwang Furniture Factory moved away, the houses in the village have not been idle for too long.

 In some places where there is sporadic rain leakage, only some tiles are broken and can be replaced.

In addition, two rows of kang beds should be built on the south and north walls of the house, and then painted with lime to seal the doors and windows.

 The amount of work involved is not large and the technology is not difficult either.

 Just find a bricklayer with two knives and you can do it.

  But even two knives are hard to find in the village now.

In the end, Party Secretary Yang could only call Wu Yuan, and Wu Yuan directly asked Zhong Zhenyuan to send two people to help.

 As a result, Zhong Zhenyuan directly sent a small team of seven or eight people.

 After all, it is a task assigned by the boss, who dares to neglect it?

 At least Zhong Zhenyuan dare not.

 So the original two-day work was completed in one day.

Wu Yuan came home from get off work. After dinner, his father-in-law took him to the village headquarters to observe the results of the day's work.

Hello guys, the factory building in the inner courtyard has been renovated like this, and it looks quite impressive.

 The two of us walked around for a while.

I just heard the village office phone ringing.

Yang Zhishu grunted and opened the lock. When he picked it up, it was Lao Xu who hit him on the head.

As soon as he heard Party Secretary Yang’s voice, Old Xutou was happy: “Old Yangtou, I really made the right call!”

Yang Zhishu said angrily: "If I hadn't happened to come over to see the kang room, no one would have picked up the phone for you if you called at this time!"

"Speaking of the kang room," Old Xu Tou said immediately, "I called you just to tell you about the kang room."

"Tomorrow Huiqin and I will be able to go back with this car of hatching eggs! Your kang house needs to speed up the progress. Such precious hatching eggs cannot be left for too long. Huiqin said it would affect the rate."

 Xu Huiqin's voice came from the side: "Hatch rate!"

 “Yes, yes, hatchability!”

As soon as the two men's voices fell off on the other end of the phone, Party Secretary Yang on the other end of the phone said with great satisfaction: "The kang house has been repaired, and it was completed in one day! I'm just waiting for you to transport the hatching eggs back."

 “What?” Lao Xutou obviously couldn’t believe his ears.

But after thinking about it, and looking at the mouth of my eldest niece Xu Huiqin, I suddenly realized: "Xiao Yuan helped you find the person, right? What kind of skill is this? This is not a skill!"

　　　These two old men, how old are they? They still care about whether they are capable or not.

Yang Zhishu continued to challenge the general: "If you have the ability, would you like to try to cultivate it in one day?"

 In this regard, Lao Xutou was seriously lacking in confidence.

Fortunately, Xu Huiqin reminded him at this time, and Old Xu Tou immediately said arrogantly: "Now that the kang room is repaired, Huiqin said, you will have the kang burned tomorrow morning, and while fixing the brick kang as quickly as possible, first The house is warm."

“As soon as our car arrives in the evening, the eggs will go directly into the kang room without any delay!”

When Party Secretary Yang heard this, he could only suppress his impatience and said repeatedly: "I know, I know! I'll give it up, I'll give it up!"

 After hanging up the phone, Party Secretary Yang was still unhappy.

He muttered: "This old Xutou, I am obviously the director of the investment committee, and he, the deputy director, is always teaching me how to do things!"

Wu Yuan smiled and comforted him: "Dad, we are all doing things for the village. Are you still competing with Uncle Xu?"

Yang Zhishu made a sound, exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "You don't understand, in these two things, his old Xu Jiahuiqin played a big role, and he made old Xu very proud!"

Wu Yuan nodded: "That's true, but Huiqin is quite important."

Yang Zhishu said disdainfully: "Without your support, would this child Huiqin be able to return after studying?"

Wu Yuan laughed, "Dad, don't say that." Then he changed the subject and asked, "We will have a kang burning tomorrow, do you want me to send someone over?"

“That’s not necessary,” Party Secretary Yang shook his head at this, “old ladies who are not good at bricklayers and carpenters, but can make fires and kangs, can be found in the village.”

As Weng and his son-in-law said, they walked to the village gate.

　　I closed the village door and locked it.

Yang Zhishu turned around and rushed to the west corridor: "I'm going back, don't send me away."

Wu Yuan gave his father-in-law another patch of Huazi, then watched him go away, then turned around and walked eastward.

 After walking a few steps, I saw a car coming towards me like a ghost in the starry night.

Wu Yuan felt alarmed and jumped to the side of the road reflexively.

Even so, the car was still heading straight towards me.

 Fortunately, at the critical moment, I grasped the situation and never failed.

Wu Yuan stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the handlebar of the Erliukun car.

 Then the other hand accurately blocked the unabated charging of the car owner, Principal Song, and the godmother of his own child.

“Teacher Song, it’s so late, why haven’t you gone home yet?”

 “Huh? I can’t stop it, I can’t stop it at all!”

Song Chunhong was obviously in a state of emergency, so her answer was inappropriate.

So Wu Yuan emphasized again: "I ask you why you haven't come home so late? Where did you come back from?"

Song Chunhong finally calmed down and said: "I, I came back from school. During the winter vacation, there were a lot of dead grass in the school. I wanted to take care of it, but who knew it would get dark before I knew it."

Wu Yuan let go of the handlebars and said with a smile: "You are a high-ranking principal after all. Why bother doing it yourself for such a trivial matter?"

Song Chunhong still had no idea, "But Teacher Dong and Teacher Ge are not very agile in their actions. It feels unfair to just ask Teacher Bao and Director Sun to work with me."

Wu Yuan shook his head and said, "You're not asking them to do it. Instead, wait until the first day of school and ask the senior students to bring sickles and shovels from home for a labor education class. That's it, isn't it?"

“Whose child in the village has never beaten pigweed or dug in the ground? There are many people and we are powerful. How can you be busy until dark by yourself and you are not afraid of digging spicy sticks or something..."

Song Chunhong said in astonishment: "How do you know?"

Wu Yuan also said with a strange look on his face: "Did you really meet him?"

Song Chunhong nodded, obviously a little surprised and said: "I dug up the hibernating ones."

 No wonder, no wonder.

The matter has passed, Wu Yuan will not say more, just get out of the way: "Go back quickly, if it is later, the aunt will worry again."

After finishing speaking, he asked: "Do you need me to send you off?"

　　Song Chunhong decided that he would not be allowed to send it away after asking such a question.

 The next morning, it was the tenth day of the first lunar month, February 24th.

Yang Luoyan went to the factory as usual.

 But Wu Yuan did not go out because it was Sunday again.

So after breakfast, I strolled to the village headquarters and saw my father-in-law Yang Zhishu commanding a large group of old ladies in the village to carry firewood and burn the kang.

That guy, the matter is not big and the scene is not small.

 Vibrant and vigorous.

 Wu Yuan handed a cigarette to Accountant Li who was also watching the excitement and said, "Uncle Li, how long have you been busy with this?"

Accountant Li said leisurely: "It will be a while!"

Then he said disapprovingly: "How difficult can it be to light a fire? These old ladies didn't light the fire for a long time, and they are still lighting up the smoke..."