The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 221 Talking about political performance is not as good as you, it may not be true about profit (24)

   Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.

  If the old generation can still see the way, then Liu Juan is purely watching the fun.

  With the two children, Wu Yuan was busy for a long time.

   Turning around and saying, it's done.

   It's like juggling, who would believe that?

  Wait until Wu Yuan filled the water tank, ignited the fire in the furnace, and stuffed a few fire-resistant twigs into it.

   After a while, the room felt warm.

   Of course, this aspect also stems from the fact that the temperature is still above zero, which is not low.

   With a little heat, the room feels warmer.

  The old generation looked at Lie Xinxi, "Can I also install one in my house?"

  Wu Yuan nodded: "Of course it can be installed, just punch a hole and go through the open tube."

   "How much is it estimated?"

   "Thousand pieces."

  The old generation shrank his neck and shook it like a rattle: "Forget it. In fact, it's not too cold here in winter, just stomp your feet."

   In fact, it is not only the cost of construction.

  The cost of use is not low.

  When the weather is cold, once the house is warmed up, the firewood cannot be cut off.

  Perhaps in rural areas, there is no shortage of firewood.

  But it needs someone to add it frequently.

   It’s okay to buy more during the day, but what about at night? Just burn the briquettes.

   Burning briquettes will cost money.

  For most rural people, instead of spending money on burning briquettes to keep warm, it is better to wrap up the quilt tightly and hug the wife tightly.

   After finishing the work, stay with the old generation to have dinner and drink at night.

  The old generation is not happy.

  It's all neighbors, and it didn't help much.

  This wine cannot be drunk.

  So Wu Yuan took two packs of cigarettes for the old generation.

   Turning around, the old father-in-law Yang Zhishu came in with his hands behind his back. Seeing that Rhubarb made a gesture to charge him, he made a gesture of a hungry tiger, which scared Rhubarb and ran away with his tail between his legs.

  Wu Yuan just laughed.

  Liu Juan came out of the room, scolded Da Huang and said: "Useless thing, a bad old man, why are you afraid of becoming like this?"

   Rhubarb can only sit and lick himself.

  It also knows that this bad old man comes and goes frequently, so he can't really attack him.

   Being accused by his wife of Sang Huai and said something, Yang Zhishu's old face was dumbfounded, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

  The young daughter-in-law comes to accompany her old age.

   Now that the children are all married, Liu Juan has remarried with her natal family, and she is not afraid of him as an old man at all.

  The arrogance also became arrogant.

   Party Secretary Yang recognizes the status quo and accepts the reality.

  Following Wu Yuan into the house, and taking the Huazi handed over by the daughter-in-law, this is more or less face-saving, but there is still some.

  But as soon as he entered the room, he felt it keenly: "It's really warm!"

  Especially watching Liu Juan and her two children wearing a sweater, which is light and eye-catching.

   Immediately felt that Wu Yuan's troubles were not in vain.

   Keeping warm in the winter in Beigang, it's really fragrant!

  But after the two of them got together and lit the cigarettes, before they could say a few words, Liu Juan shouted: "Smoke outside, don't smoke the two children!"

   It’s not right for my father-in-law to pinch or throw it away.

   Still Wu Yuan took the opportunity and said, "Father, let me show you how I do the heating."

  So, the two of them moved to the kitchen next to the small building.

   Fortunately, the inside is also clean and refreshing.

   "Mr. Bian's silk reeling factory has broken ground, you know, right? I heard that someone from southern Jiangsu was hired as the factory director."

  Wu Yuan nodded, "It's time to start."

   After all, the Panpan Furniture Factory, which was established at the same time, has already done a little bit of work.

   "There will be more work next year. Once the wheat harvest is over, we will have to mobilize households to return the fields and mulberry crops. This is another tough job!"

"Um…"

  The two of them chattered on and on until Yang Luoyan came back.

  As soon as he entered the room, Yang Luoyan felt warm like spring, so he took off his bloated coat at that time.

   Started busy preparing dinner.

  The family enjoyed themselves happily.

   Until there was a snap, the power went out.

  Yang Zhishu was furious at that time: "It's not raining, it's not windy, why stop the electricity? I want to ask Yan Electrician if he still wants to do it!"

  Old Yan, an electrician, took over the class of Zhu Liubiao, Wu Yuansan's apprentice.

  He has a slow temper.

  Whether you beat or scold, always cheerfully, just don't take it to heart.

  So this power outage, Wu Yuan knew that it was impossible to call for half an hour to an hour.

  If the substation in the village did not trip, it would take even longer.

   It is better to light candles in the house and eat as usual.

  In addition, the power outage does not affect the heating, and the impact is not great at all.

   Secretary Yang stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice and vegetables indiscriminately, and walked away vigorously.

   It seems that the electrician old Yan's scolding is inevitable.

   In a blink of an eye, Sunday, November 12th.

  Wu Yuan just came to the construction site of Panpan Furniture Factory. Yang Guozhu muttered when he saw him: "I heard that you are back, why are you here today?"

   "Second Uncle, why don't I worry about leaving the matter to you? I'm really free today, so I stopped by to have a look."

   "A few days ago, Township Chief Bian came to me to ask for someone. I had no choice but to borrow their two masters."

  Wu Yuan handed a cigarette to Yang Guozhu and said: "He is the head of the township, and he can only give it to someone who wants it."

  Yang Guozhu said secretly: "But don't worry, I won't let go of the real good master."

   "Where is the silk reeling factory built?"

  Yang Guozhu pointed casually: "See, that construction site two miles away."

  Erlidi sounds far away, but it’s actually not that far.

  Especially in this unobstructed eastern suburb of the county.

  Wu Yuan touched the smoke on his body: "Then I have to go and have a look."

  Yang Guozhu nodded: "It's all here, I have to take a look."

  The distance of two miles, seven or eight minutes on foot.

  When Wu Yuan rushed to the construction site of the silk reeling factory, Bian Xiaosheng happened to be there, personally guiding the construction of the factory building.

  Seeing Wu Yuan coming, he immediately dismissed the people around him, and took Wu Yuan for a walk in high spirits.

   It can be seen that Bian Xiaosheng really wants to do something practical.

  Make this silk reeling factory a business card of Beigang, so that people will think of Bian Xiaosheng when they mention the silk reeling factory.

   "Believe it or not, when the silk reeling factory really develops, the profit will be no worse than your furniture factory."

  Wu Yuan nodded, you are the head of the village, you are right in everything you say.

Bian Xiaosheng saw his duplicity, and then emphasized: "Believe it or not, the low-cost silkworm cocoons are harvested and made into silk that is easy to sell and sell. Not only will it drive the business of planting mulberry and sericulture in all townships, but also increase profits and taxes. , benefit the country and the people!"

  Wu Yuan continued to nod. If you want to say that it is beneficial to the country and the people, the furniture factory is really incomparable.

   But when it comes to profitability, we have to compare.

  However, there are some things that Wu Yuan should say, and he will still say them.

   "Major Bian, the silk reeling factory is built here, and the terrain is low. Have you considered the need for flood control?"

   "Considered it!" Bian Xiaosheng said without hesitation: "I asked the people from the County Survey Bureau to read it, and said that it is not a big problem to raise the foundation by 20 cm."

   Upon hearing this, many of Wu Yuan's dusty memories gradually became clear.

  The first shutdown of the silk reeling factory was flooded.

   "Major Bian, I suggest you to raise the height a little bit more, so as to be prepared."

  (end of this chapter)