The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 312 Who would have thought that the factory manager would be so young

  Wu Yuan rolled down the car window and greeted everyone.

  It was only then that I learned that the land in front of me was accurately and concentratedly returned to plant mulberry.

  There are not many households, and the land is divided into four or five.

  In addition, use the scattered land that is troublesome to water in the North Lake, and go door-to-door to collect an acre of mulberry fields, which is almost the same.

  One mu of mulberry is enough to raise one and a half sheets of silkworms.

   It is enough to complete the tasks assigned by the village.

   I have to say that the planning of the village is very scientific. As far as this is concerned, it is inevitable that there will still be resistance when it is implemented.

Even at dinner, the old man complained while eating: "Last year, I informed you not to grow wheat in these two lands. Don't grow wheat. There are really those stubborn species who are against you. Now the wheat seedlings are growing like this. Fertilizer money was also paid, but in the end it could only be shoveled, and now it is desperate not to shovel.”

  Wu Yuan raised his mouth and said, "Father, the weather hasn't warmed up yet, so it's too early to plant mulberry trees?"

   "It's too early, but wait until the wheat seedlings grow up before shoveling, the resistance will only be greater, and the trouble will only increase."

   Wu Yuan stopped talking.

  Rural areas are like this, no matter what you do, some people will be dissatisfied.

   On the other hand, the old man has worked in this branch for decades, and his working ideas and methods must be the most suitable for this land.

  Don't care if it's brilliant or not, as long as it works.

  The old party secretary finished his meal and left with a **** dog meal.

  The house suddenly became deserted.

  Even Liu Hui couldn't help recalling the days when Wen Qiang Wen Ya and Xiong Wu Xiong Wen were here a while ago.

   Little kids are like that.

  I get tired of seeing too much, and think about it when it’s gone.

  Wu Yuan went upstairs and took out the video tape from the M1000, and played it in the video recorder in the living room on the first floor.

  Liu Hui and Yang Luoyan went in without knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd.

  When the clip of Xiaojiang and Yueyue was broadcast, Liu Hui hugged Xiaojiang, as happy as a child.

  Yang Luoyan turned her head, her beautiful eyes shining brightly and said: "This thing is quite interesting, how did you remember to buy it?"

  Wu Yuan raised his head, Nunuzui said: "Go on and read, you will understand."

  The clip of the two children passed quickly.

   Immediately afterwards, the rhythm of Green Apple Paradise sounded, and four children headed by Zhong Wenya appeared on TV.

  This time, not only Liu Hui was surprised, but even Xiao Jiang pointed at the TV, screaming non-stop.

  As the song played, the Wenya children danced pretty well at first, looking good.

  When it was nearly halfway, it stopped suddenly, and someone cut off the signal.

  Liu Hui still couldn't get enough of it and said: "You danced very well, why is it gone?"

  But Wu Yuan could see that the part just now was shot because of Wen Qiang, and he wanted to make up for it, but when he stopped, he couldn't jump anymore.

   Fortunately, the screen will recover soon.

  The second attempt of several children finally started.

   This time I danced more proficiently and confidently, and I lasted a little longer, almost three quarters of the way to the end.

   This time it came to an abrupt end, no one was surprised.

   It's not because I'm used to it, but because everyone has seen the reason.

  Xiong Wen accidentally tripped himself.

  So Liu Hui yelled: "Xiong Wen, is this kid okay, didn't he hurt from the fall?"

  It’s definitely okay if it’s okay.

   As for whether it hurts from the fall, I can only ask myself.

  After a brief blank, the third attempt started again.

  This time, Wen Ya, the leader of the team, smiled so confidently on her small face.

  Even Wu Yuan felt that this child was born to be a good dramatist.

  Maybe it's because there are only three things.

  This time, the children danced to the end in a leisurely manner until the end of the song.

  Yang Luoyan said as soon as he opened his mouth: "Wen Ya, this child, cultivate and train, and he will become a star in the future."

  Stars are still considered glamorous labels nowadays.

  So Yang Luoyan's words were full of praise.

  Liu Hui also nodded, "This child is pleasing to the eye, with a small mouth and a sweet voice, he really needs to be nurtured."

   Put away the videotape, turn on the TV to the central one, and the news broadcast is broadcasting.

   There was a barking of dogs outside, and then it died down again.

   Then Lin Miaomiao came back with a bag across her shoulders.

  Yang Luoyan got up and went to ask Luo: "Are you hungry? There is still some food in the pot."

  Lin Miaomiao hurriedly said: "I'm not hungry, auntie, I came back from eating with Ming Qi and Fan Bing in the county."

  Wu Yuan asked: "Are there more snack shops in the county?"

  Lin Miaomiao said casually: "Yes, it feels like there are a lot more than in the first half of last year. Many snack bars have revived. Walking around the county is a bit warm."

  It seems that this time the old people celebrate the New Year in Shanghai, and it has begun to bring about some subtle changes.

  Even if this kind of change will be repeated in the next two years, but fortunately, the direction is good, and it is true.

   The night is like water.

After Wu Yuan received his daughter-in-law's generous reward, he heard Yang Luoyan draw a circle on his chest and said: "The store in Shanghai has been open for a week, and I plan to go and have a look tomorrow. I just took the opportunity to hide in the county clothing factory." The limelight here."

  Wu Yuan embraced his wife and said, "Didn't my cousin and Ruolin pass by on the eighth day?"

   "They are them and I am me."

   "Since you have made up your mind, let Ming Dynasty take you there tomorrow."

   On the tenth day of the first lunar month, the sky was sunny.

  Early in the morning, Liu Hui served Yang Luoyan a pot of dumplings with a dark face.

  Even the old branch secretary came over when he heard the sound, with a look of distress for his daughter who was out and about.

  By the way, she also brought the luggage that the second aunt next door brought to Ruolin.

  The two children, who are not sensible, still babble with their daughter-in-law.

  When Yang Luoyan got into the car, Liu Hui and Lin Miaomiao had already carried the two children into the house, and they were out of sight.

   Otherwise, if I really saw it, I'm afraid there will be another cry.

  Once Santana was gone, Wu Yuan could only roll out 28 bars, returning to the time when he was riding a bicycle.

   As a result, when I rode to Panpan Furniture Factory, I saw three Jiefang trucks blocking the door.

  Riding into the factory from the gap between the vehicles, Yang Guozhu and Yang Chenyu were negotiating with the truck driver.

  The original notice was to pick up the goods in three days.

  As a result, these drivers came three days in advance, and said that the employer had already paid for these three days.

   This is the first batch of furniture produced by Panpan Furniture Factory in the next year, I am afraid that others will take the lead.

   After Wu Yuan understood it, he said straightforwardly: "You can guard here if you want, but you can't block the gate of the factory, and you can't affect the normal production in the factory!"

   As a result, there was an idiot driver who was not convinced, and said, "Who are you, does your words work?"

  Yang Guozhu quickly stopped the other party and said: "This is our boss, the factory manager. If his words don't work, who can talk?"

  The driver of the second-best driver also lost his temper.

  Who would have thought that the director of this popular furniture factory in the whole province would be so young!

  So another driver asked: "Then what should we do with dinner?"

  Wu Yuan said casually: "The canteen in the factory provides guest meals at market prices for you to choose."

  (end of this chapter)