The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

The meal with Bureau Liu and his family was really not that important.

Even so, the host and guest still enjoy themselves.

 After the banquet, everyone was happy except for Shen Qing, the foreman, who was a little reluctant and nostalgic.

 At the entrance of the guest house.

Wu Yuan arranged for Ming Dynasty to drive and take Bureau Liu's family of three back to the government compound.

 Just left myself behind.

Shen Qing was suddenly a little surprised, and quickly moved Wu Yuan and Xiong Gang to the tea seat inside, and arranged a pot of freshly made Mingqian.

 Wu Yuan saw this and did not forget to thank him.

 After doing this, Shen Qing was also very happy.

 In fact, she didn't care about opening the back door for Wu Yuan in front of all the sisters, making it convenient for him.

 On the contrary, she was afraid that her interactions with Wu Yuan were limited to welcoming and sending him off.

 In this case, her value as a foreman would not be reflected.

Because anyone with a discerning eye knows that she got this opportunity to be promoted to foreman because of her many experiences with Wu Yuan.

After Wu Yuan thanked him, he turned around and heard Xiong Gang say somewhat uncomprehensively: "I'm about to leave. Isn't it a bit too much for you to be so caring about Director Liu's family?"

　This sounds like the thinking of some superiors.

So Wu Yuan smiled and said without forcing the distinction: "It's me who cares about you, not you. What can't you think about?"

Xiong Gang nodded and said: "It's more awkward to see you caring so much than me caring personally!"

 “If your third sister finds out, I will definitely get nothing good from you.”

Wu Yuan opened a pack of Huazi, walked over and said, "Don't worry, Third Sister won't know."

The two of them nodded to Hua Zi. Wu Yuan blew out the smoke and said, "Now that Director Liu is done, all that's left is to wait for the organizational procedures, right?"

Xiong Gang flicked the cigarette ashes and said, "Well, during this time, I have to go to the Construction Management Bureau to explore the door and find a breakthrough."

 Wu Yuan said without hesitation: "I believe in you when it comes to work."

 Half an hour of work.

Ma Mingchao drove the Bentley Mulsanne and came back again.

Wu Yuan looked like this. As soon as he stood up, he saw Shen Qing walking quickly in high heels.

Xiong Gang glanced at Yao Di, which seemed to be a warning.

But he ran faster than anyone else, leaving enough space for Wu Yuan and Shen Qing to be alone.

 “Boss Wu, welcome to visit us next time.”

"Don't worry, I'll see you next time I come here!" Wu Yuan said simply, and then his eyes fell on the badge, "I still want to congratulate you on becoming the foreman."

"No matter what I am, as long as you come, I will personally serve you."

Wu Yuan nodded and walked quickly to the door.

However, Xiong Gang, who came out first, pushed his broken 28 again.

Wu Yuan immediately stopped him and said, "Leave the car here for now. I'll take you back and take care of things."

He then turned around and said hello to Shen Qing who was following him: "I'll leave this car to you."

Shen Qing smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, Boss Wu, Bureau Xiong, this car will not be lost if it is left in our yard."

　　　After all, I was drunk.

Xiong Gang couldn't resist Yao Di, so he pushed him into the Bentley Mulsanne.

However, Lingyuan East Road at this time is when the night market is busiest and has the largest number of customers.

You can't even push a 28-inch bar, let alone a Bentley Mulsanne.

So Ma Mingchao could only go east and circle around, slowly advancing towards the cemetery east road.

 As a result, we could only push under the easternmost bridge on Lingyuan East Road, and we could no longer drive in.

Who would have thought that in just one year.

Even the easternmost bridge is full of stalls.

 Sanjie’s store is close to the C position of the entire night market.

Seeing this, Xiong Gang opened the door and got out of the driveway: "Okay, Yao brother, you can go back. I'll be there in a few steps. It's not far."

Wu Yuan stretched out his head and said, "Then tell Third Sister and I won't go there." "Okay, don't worry."

 When we returned to Wu's small building, it was already late at night.

 Looking at the time, it was actually only a little after nine o'clock.

 Nine o'clock in the evening is equivalent to late at night in rural areas where there are no street lights and not many entertainment activities.

 Liu Hui and her two children had gone upstairs to sleep.

But Yang Luoyan was still waiting for him in the living room downstairs, preparing a hangover meal.

Wu Yuan entered the house, first took off his coat, unbuttoned his collar and cuffs, and washed his face happily.

 After washing up, I sat down next to Xiangxiang’s wife and enjoyed the hangover package.

While eating the fruit plate, I heard my daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan mention: "Dad just called and said that the matter has been settled and the shipment will be processed tomorrow. If everything goes well, we will return to the city the day after tomorrow."

When Wu Yuan heard this, he said, "That's right. Dad is still the capable old branch secretary! He cleared the way without anyone saying hello."

Yang Luoyan said with a slightly sour tone: "Anyway, judging from that tone, I have endured a lot of hardships."

“But he is still happy to endure hardship. No wonder my mother kept scolding him that he deserved it. He brought it on himself.”

Wu Yuan also smiled: "No wonder Mom went upstairs to sleep so late. After scolding Dad, I will definitely be able to sleep peacefully tonight."

After finishing speaking, he changed the subject and said, "By the way, have the shrimp ponds in the village been dug out? Has Uncle Xu received a letter?"

Yang Luoyan stroked the wrinkles on his shirt with her slender fingers and said: "Uncle Xu came here just after dinner. Seeing that you were not at home, he asked us to tell you that the shrimp ponds have been dug and the village has paid some gas money. I asked you not to leave. Too little."

Wu Yuan laughed and said, "Uncle Xu, I haven't seen you before."

Yang Luoyan revealed the truth in one sentence: "I guess Uncle Xu is also afraid of being blamed by his father."

 Wu Yuan thought, "It's really possible!"

After the two of them finished talking, the night outside became darker.

 Even Rhubarb has got into the doghouse.

Wu Yuan looked back and found Xiangxiang's daughter-in-law particularly attractive.

Just as he was about to lean in and take a sip, he was pushed away: "Go take a shower!"

 The local heating in the small building has stopped long ago.

 But the hot water from the water heater is always available.

 Just the electricity bill at the end of the year is as much as the total amount of a production team.

This is not because Wu Yuan’s household electricity consumption is so wasteful.

 But other people’s homes in the village use too little electricity.

 Apart from being used to light lamps and turn on the TV, there is no other use.

 It’s a shame that when the heat is unbearable in the summer, just turn on the fan.

 But the more you use, the more you get.

 The convenience it brings to life is indeed real.

It’s like washing three or five times a night, without any stress at all.

 The next day is Sunday.

Wu Yuan slept until midnight without even having a sweet dream.

 After all, the sweet dream has already come true before falling asleep.

 There is no need to do that.

 When I woke up, the first sound that penetrated my ears was not my wife’s.

 It belongs to his son Xiaojiang, and Xiaojiang calls him his godmother.

The kind that is particularly exciting and high-spirited.

This son, every time he sees his godmother, he is closer to her than his biological mother.

I don’t know who I followed.

With a visitor at home, Wu Yuan naturally couldn't stay in bed anymore.

 Otherwise, the daughter-in-law will be embarrassed and not say anything.

It would be inappropriate if Principal Song draws inferences from one instance and thinks he is weak.