The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Seeing the eldest sister of the Huang family appear, Wu Yuan stood up.

With the phone cord tugged on, the old man said, "Sister Huang, it's raining so hard, why are you here?"

 This statement was obviously not directed at Yan Ruqing, but directed at the outside world.

 As soon as Yan Ruqing on the other end of the phone heard about it, he actually came.

He quickly lowered his voice and warned in an incomprehensible manner: "Don't say I called you, even to the death, I gave up!"

Although he didn’t know why Yan Ruqing was so guilty, Wu Yuan didn’t say anything and let her hang up the phone.

He walked out of the main room in person and said, "Sister Huang, please come to the house quickly."

The eldest sister of the Huang family did not enter the house, but stopped at the pavilion, still holding an oil-paper umbrella and said: "Xiao Wu, I'm here, I didn't delay your call, right?"

 Wu Yuan waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, I just finished the call."

After hearing this, the eldest sister of the Huang family breathed a sigh of relief, and then let out a long sigh.

“Xiao Wu, if you are free and convenient, bring your tools and come with me. A rosewood stool just broke at home, and I’m afraid you are the only one who can repair it.”

Hearing that this was the case, Wu Yuan readily agreed and said, "Okay, I'll be free to rest at home anyway."

Then he touched himself and said, "Sister Huang, how about you go back first? I'll go back to the house and change my clothes, bring the tools, pick out the wood, and I'll be back right away."

 “That’s okay, I’ll have to work **** you again.”

“What’s the hard work, Sister Huang! Doing such a small job is also a kind of relaxation for me.”

Wu Yuan is not being polite when he says this.

 But for a craftsman like him, doing what he likes is a kind of relaxation in itself.

More than ten minutes later, Wu Yuan walked into the courtyard of Huang’s hometown with a tool bag on his shoulder and two pieces of red sandalwood waste in his arms.

 Suddenly I felt a depressing breath coming towards my face.

The service staff, who used to be cheerful and cheerful, are now cautious and have low eyebrows.

 Some even looked at Wu Yuan with pity as he entered.

 What's going on?

Wu Yuan was confused by this look, and it wasn't until he saw the round rosewood stool that was taken away from the corridor that he suddenly realized it.

 Just hit the break on the stool leg.

Any serious carpenter can tell that this stool is not broken.

 It was damaged by an instantaneous destructive force.

 Good guy.

Seeing this, Wu Yuan suddenly lost sight of anyone else. He picked up the incomplete round rosewood stool and looked at it over and over.

 The more I looked at it, the more frightened I became.

How much explosive force must be endured in an instant for the rosewood stool legs to be damaged like this?

Who the **** made Huang Laosheng so angry?

As for others, even if they are brave enough to eat, they still dare not destroy Mr. Huang’s beloved one!

 Wu Yuan understood this in his heart and already had ways and ideas to repair it.

 Then I didn't bother to say hello to Mr. Huang and Sister Huang in the room, and got busy on the spot.

With this busy work, time passes by unconsciously.

 The raindrops under the eaves of the corridor went from dense to sparse, and finally stopped.

 Then a faint mist of water vapor rose from the entire yard.

It is not like a fairyland, but it still makes the Beijingers who are tired of the wind and sand feel a spiritual cleansing.

At the same time, during this process, the sound of bang bang and the sound of silk threads are endless.

　　beat, continuous, but full of a specific rhythm.

  Like inexplicable white noise, it can affect the sleep frequency of insomniacs. Wu Yuan’s small hammer, axe, wood saw, and even the sound of sandpaper making people feel calm inexplicably.

Finally, a slightly older voice sounded in Wu Yuan's ears: "Can it be repaired?"

　　Wu Yuan concentrated on it and said without raising his head: "Of course, old man, by asking this, aren't you questioning my craftsmanship?"

“You know, you were the one who erected my craft sign on BJ Street.”

The responding voice said: "Yes!"

Wu Yuan was busy with his hands, and without thinking too much, he blurted out: "Huang Lao, who among them made you so angry? Even if they really make you angry, you can't be angry. Being angry can hurt your body. , even the three-year-old baby in our village knows it. Can you not know?"

 Good guy.

　　　After hearing this, Mr. Huang himself didn’t think anything was wrong.

 But in the house separated by a wall, the eldest sister of the Huang family was frightened when she heard this.

 The old man just lost his temper.

Xiao Wu, don't be ignorant and make the old man angry again.

Unexpectedly, the old man sighed like a child who made a mistake: "To be honest, none of them messed with me. Just in the morning, I suddenly felt anxious and panicked, holding in my breath, and had to find a place to let it out. Like..."

 At this point, Huang Lao stopped abruptly and said: "I told you, you don't understand either."

Wu Yuan's heart moved and his hand movements stopped.

 Combined with the time of Yan Ruqing's call, this seems a bit too coincidental.

 Is there really such a thing as telepathy in the world?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that Mr. Huang couldn't hear the sound of his hands busy and interrupted: "Why don't you move?"

Wu Yuan came back to his senses, started working with his hands one after another, and said seemingly unintentionally: "Mr. Huang, Sister Yan will be back in two days."

As a result, when Mr. Huang heard this, his heart became brighter inexplicably.

This effect is even better than smashing a stool just now.

 “Is this serious?”

“It can’t be fake, Sister Yan called me personally to tell me.”

 Shortly afterwards, the phone rang in the room.

After the bell rang three times, the eldest sister of the Huang family picked up the call, came over with a solemn expression, and reported the situation in the north to the old man in front of Wu Yuan.

 Hearing that a person had been lost this time, Huang Lao's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with light.

But then he was replaced by the mood of the sun rising in the clouds: "Girl, just be okay, just be okay."

Then he complained again: "This girl has such a big thing happened, and she didn't even know to call her back! Humph, wait until she comes back and see how I teach her a lesson!"

 The eldest sister of the Huang family was surprised.

 Obviously, there was no news about Yan Ruqing's return in the phone call she just received.

And Wu Yuan also understood it.

The call that the eldest sister of the Huang family received was probably made by Yan Ruqing's gang.

Taking into account how well the three old darlings Huang Lao, Ding Lao and Li Lao took care of their comrade's daughter, 80% of Brother Niu and his gang were carefully selected by these old darlings.

 Lao Huang's heart was instantly settled, and he directed his eldest daughter: "Hurry up and ask the kitchen to add two more good dishes. Xiao Wu will accompany me to eat in a while."

Then he asked Wu Yuan: "Xiao Wu, I won't pay you any wages. You can eat the food later."

Wu Yuan pretended to be unhappy and said: "Hey, I'll have to eat enough in that moment!"

While speaking, Wu Yuan stopped moving his hands and realized that the legs of the stool were repaired.

But the surface is still new. Even if you look closely, you can still see the tiny seams at the mortise and tenon joints.