The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Bian Xiaosheng This is pure, give it a little sunshine and it will be brilliant.

As soon as the situation of planting mulberry and raising silkworms improved a little, I felt that I could guide the country.

I completely forgot about the Wu Yuan in front of me. His career was flourishing all over the place, he was working in one line of work, and he had much more experience than him.

 Fortunately, Wu Yuan didn't care about him at all.

 Just think that Bian Xiaosheng's situation belongs to the category of "the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change".

So when Bian Xiaosheng finished speaking, Wu Yuan directly pushed forward and said: "Secretary Bian, you have to discuss this matter with my father-in-law and the elders in the village. I can't make the decision in the affairs of the village. .”

Bian Xiaosheng smacked his lips.

Even though he knew that Wu Yuan was an excuse.

 But the trust is flawless and impeccable.

Then he raised his hand and looked back and added: "Hey, I just ran out of words, and that's all."

“Actually, I also want to see whether growing mulberry and raising silkworms brings more income to the village, or raising crayfish brings more income…”

 This is somewhat of a challenge.

Wu Yuan smiled and said, "Then we'll see."

 The agreement is reached.

Bian Xiaoshengzhi left with great satisfaction.

Looking at Yang Guozhu who was being sent out, he said with a puzzled expression: "Xiao Yuan, Bian Xiaosheng has forgotten the old thing about the silk reeling factory being overpowered by our furniture factory?"

Wu Yuan said leisurely: "Maybe Bian Xiaosheng thinks that this time he is not competing with me, but with the village."

Yang Guozhu laughed and said: "There are a lot of clues in the village now, it seems a bit chaotic, but that is not what Bian Xiaosheng can compare with."

Wu Yuan spread his hands and said: "So, if we have different paths, we will not seek each other's help. Bian Xiaosheng and us fall into this category."

 The two of them returned to the office while talking.

Sang Yu was bending over to pack away the teapot, tea cups, and the ashtray on the coffee table.

When he saw Wu Yuan coming back, he said while busy: "Boss, do you want to continue drinking tea, or drink something else?"

 Wu Yuan took his coat off the hanger and said, "I won't drink anything anymore. I'm off work."

Sang Yu looked at the time and knew it wasn't yet time, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Wu Yuan put on his coat, picked up his handbag and mobile phone, and touched the car keys that Ma Mingchao left on the table.

 Go straight downstairs and get into the white Santana.

Santana still has the smell of her sister-in-law's perfume, but fortunately it has faded a lot after dissipating over the past few days.

Insert the key and turn it, feel the vibration of the car body, and look for the critical point of semi-linkage.

Wu Yuan was calm and calm, and suddenly he put down the brakes with a happy heart, and Santana started to leave smoothly.

Who says driving a crappy car can’t be fun?

 After walking steadily back to the Wu family's small building, Wu Yuan threw the car towards the door and stopped there.

  Anyway, the countryside is vast and there are parking lots everywhere.

 There is no need to pay attention to it at all.

Yueyue, who was walking around with the cat and playing with the dog in the yard, rushed out and said, "Papa, you're back, let's make fish!"

 Children only speak fragments, although not sentences.

 You can still hear the high expectations for eating fish.

Wu Yuan went back to the house, changed his clothes, put on an apron, and then picked up the slightly larger herring from the well. He took the ax to the outside of the courtyard, raised the ax and dropped it, and killed the herring directly.

After the herring is completely processed, return to the well, put it on the chopping board, and use a kitchen knife to draw it diagonally.

Not long after, a large basin of sashimi was pulled out.

 The spread of the fishy smell made all the big dogs in the house look forward to it.

When the thin fish fillets were ready, Wu Yuan went straight to the garage, found the pickled cabbage jar, and took out two large handfuls of pickled cabbages to prepare.

Like the usual boiled fish fillets, you need to choose bean sprouts and prepare side dishes, which takes too much time.

  Let's just make pickled fish today. It just so happens that this is the first time I pickled pickled cabbage.

How does it taste? I just took the opportunity to test it out.

 When the ingredients for the pickled fish were almost ready, Wu Yuanshun prepared a few more home-cooked dishes.

 It is said that one thing does not bother two masters.

Since I am cooking for the two children tonight, I will do everything together.

It saves my daughter-in-law from having to suffer in the smoke and smoke when she comes back from get off work.

 A busy and orderly work, and time passes by unconsciously.

By the time Yang Luoyan came back, four simple dishes and one soup were already on the table.

Yang Luoyan looked at the pickled fish with both color and flavor, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, husband, isn't this the pickled fish we tasted in the provincial capital?"

Wu Yuan nodded and saw Liu Hui looking over, sniffing.

If Yang Luoyan doesn't know whether this dish is authentic or not, then she knows very well.

 After all, she grew up in a provincial capital, so the taste of this dish can be said to be closely connected with her past.

Yang Luoyan looked at her mother's absent-minded look and couldn't help but said proudly: "Mom, is my husband's pickled fish cooked so well?"

Although Liu Hui was conquered by the color and aroma of the pickled fish, she still had some reservations before tasting it: "Well, it looks like that."

As a result, Yang Luoyan was not happy: "What do you mean it's like that? Sit down quickly and try it quickly."

 While talking, the family sat down.

Liu Hui aligned her chopsticks, picked up a fish fillet with a solemn expression, placed it on the rice, and turned it over.

 Wait until the heat has almost dissipated, then stuff it into your mouth.

 Sure enough, you won’t know it until you taste it, and you will be shocked when you taste it.

This pickled fish is so authentically made and has the taste of my childhood.

 A dish that brings back childhood memories.

Liu Hui had no choice but to nod and praise: "It's really authentic and delicious. It's more than enough to open a pickled fish restaurant in a provincial capital."

Yang Luoyan immediately held his head high and his attitude was one of pride.

Wu Yuan, who could only be praised by his harvest, responded: "Mom, it tastes delicious, just eat more."

 Say so.

 In fact, Liu Hui herself didn’t eat much.

 She spends most of her time taking care of her two children.

 After all, there are so many fish fillets, and they are inevitably thorny, so you have to be extra careful.

 So much so that by the time the two children had eaten and drank enough, there was only some pickled cabbage left in the basin.

Even so, she still ate with gusto.

 Just after dinner.

Wu Yuan was feeding the dog when Lao Xu Tou came over with Xu Huiqin.

“Hey, Uncle Xu, Huiqin, come in and sit down quickly.”

Lao Xu put his head behind his hands and said, "What about that? I asked Huiqin to write a first draft according to your suggestion yesterday. Why don't I ask you to review it?"

Then he saw Liu Hui coming out of the small building. Old Xu Tou called sister-in-law, and Huiqin followed suit and called aunt.

After Liu Hui responded, she let the person go into the house.

After entering the small building, Yang Luoyan, who was busy in the kitchen, turned around and said hello and asked: "Uncle Xu, Huiqin, have you all eaten?"

 Wu Yuan slapped his thigh, "Look at my brain, I even forgot to ask."

“Uncle Xu, if you and I make two cups, the food and wine will be ready at home.”

 Lao Xutou waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Don't bother, we both ate here."