The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 352 Unspoken rules of doing things in the village

   After talking to Zhang Yongcheng, Wu Yuan walked away regardless of whether he listened or not.

   As a result, Zhang Yan ran over when she saw this and said, "Master, is there any farm work in your family that you haven't done? I'll go and do it for you. It's not appropriate for such a big boss to go to the field with a shovel on your shoulders."

  Wu Yuan laughed and said, "I just went to sweep graves, not farm work."

  Zhang Yan suddenly realized: "Then I can't replace it, so I'll go back to work."

   "Go."

  Leaving the construction site of the village-run primary school, Wu Yuan strolled leisurely to the ground where the old man and old lady's mausoleum was.

  It used to be a wheat field. In summer, it will be replaced with soybeans because it is not easy to get water.

   Only half of the mulberry tree was planted, and it was quite far from the grave.

  In the field that was originally a wheat field, there were actually not many weeds. Even the original wheat seedlings had been shoveled, making it even more bare.

  Only occasionally one or two handfuls of wheat seedlings buried in the soil, still firmly drilled out from the side obliquely, showing tenacious vitality.

   But, this is no use.

  Because the next moment, they were picked up by Wu Yuan with a shovel and directly raised.

   Just turning around like this, Wu Yuan felt that there was a lot of movement, which might disturb the ancestors who were sleeping underground.

  So I stuck the shovel into the ground, stood where I usually came to burn paper, and began to say: "My ancestors, grandpa, grandma, father, mother, I am here to visit your graves."

"By the way, I want to make your place of residence better and more beautiful, but I don't know what your ancestors like. How about this, why don't you just discuss it, and after discussing it, entrust me with a dream, and I will have it too a charter..."

  The spring breeze was blowing, and it took away Wu Yuan's broken thoughts.

   I don’t know if the ancestors of the old Wu family heard it.

   But Wu Yuan was almost ready, so he carried the shovel to the field ridge from the west end of the field, and then walked forward.

   This is the road to the west of the village.

   As a result, as he was walking, he ran into Zhang Lao Si hitting Nantou with a shovel on his shoulder.

   This is inevitable, so it happened naturally.

  Since the matter of land exchange has been handed over to the old man, Wu Yuan doesn't intend to directly participate in it. He and Zhang Laosi just nodded and said hello to finish the job.

  However, unexpectedly, Zhang Laosi took out his cigarette and said, "Boss Wu, I heard that you want to exchange that piece of land with my family?"

   It seems that the old branch secretary has already mentioned this matter to him.

  Wu Yuan admitted generously and said: "That's right, I plan to repair it briefly, and I would like to ask the fourth brother to accommodate me."

  Brothers were called, and Wu Yuan thought his attitude was in place.

  Unexpectedly, Zhang Laosi said constipatedly: "Accommodating is possible, but the land of the old branch secretary's house is not as good as that of my house."

  Wu Yuan asked bluntly: "Then have you set your sights on that piece of land?"

   Zhang Laosi made a trick and said: "My guy has taken a fancy to your piece of land."

   refers to the part of Wu Yuan's family land, on the north bank of the village road, next to the river canal.

  Actually, it’s no wonder Zhang Lao Si has taken a fancy to his own piece of land.

  A few years ago, when the third sister Wu Xiuhua came to help with the planting, the fertilizer was not lacking, and the soil was definitely rich enough.

  So that anyone who passed by his own wheat field couldn't help giving a thumbs up and boasting: "This land is really good."

   But having said that, the old man’s land is not much different in essence.

  But since Zhang Lao Si mentioned it, Wu Yuan didn't bother to chat with him, and said directly: "You can see it, I'll go and tell Dad."

  Originally, if Zhang Laosi accepted the words of the old man, Wu Yuan could still accept his favor, and he was not allowed to make up for one or two in other places in the future.

   Now that he wants his own "good land" by name, the favor will be gone.

   If you change it, you will change it.

  So separated from Zhang Laosi, Wu Yuan walked to the west end of the village, and when he turned a corner, he saw the old man standing at the entrance of the village gate.

   Gossiping with Old Xu Tou and Accountant Li.

  Wu Yuan told his father-in-law about Zhang Laosi, and the old branch secretary jumped up and down and cursed.

   "Father, I won't, I won't."

  Wu Yuan hurriedly stopped him, and even persuaded the old head Xu: "Don't be angry, you should already know what kind of person Zhang Laosi is."

   Accountant Li even changed the subject and said: "This is a trivial matter. It's almost noon. You want to see your son, so hurry up."

  Beigang's custom is to go to the hospital in the morning to visit patients.

   To be precise, before twelve noon.

  My own family is the same.

  Wu Yuan also urged: "Then hurry up, Dad, I will ask Ming Dynasty to take you there."

The old branch secretary couldn't help but be pushed away with his hands behind his back, but he insisted: "I don't bother to see him because he doesn't live up to expectations. It's not your mother who made a pot of chicken soup and insisted on sending it to me. "

   "Yes, yes, I will trouble you to make a trip."

  Wu Yuan comforted the old father-in-law, and at the same time said to old Xu: "Uncle Xu, please help me yell on the loudspeaker and ask Ming Chao to drive to my house as soon as possible."

  Old Xu shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I'll go in and shout."

   Accompanying the old man back to his small building, Liu Hui had already finished stewing the chicken soup and was simmering it on the gas stove.

  Seeing the father-in-law coming, he kept muttering, "Why did you come? It's time to pass."

   It is also at noon.

  So Wu Yuan explained: "No hurry, Mom, I'll let Ming Dynasty come and see Dad off."

  Liu Hui glanced at her father-in-law, and raised the corner of her mouth knowingly.

   What a dead old man, he still wants to sneak in.

   I really went back and forth, and my mind became narrower.

   Not long after, Ma Mingchao arrived in a silver Santana, quietly at the door, holding a duster, dusting off the plaster on the car body.

  The old branch secretary came out with an awkward expression on his face while holding a thermos bucket.

   Ma Mingchao immediately reacted and said: "The old branch secretary is going to see Mengzi, right?"

  Seeing Wu Yuan waving at him behind his back, he quickly withdrew and said, "Look at my mouth! Get in the car, old branch secretary, and I'll drive slowly to make sure the soup won't spill."

   The silver Santana was driving on a gravel road in the countryside.

   Keeping the soup from spilling requires not only high driving skills, but also a clear understanding of road conditions.

   Fortunately, Ma Mingchao has already run this road many times.

  He knows exactly where there are pits and where there are larger stones.

  However, what gave him a headache was not whether the car was driving well, but because he didn't know what to talk about along the way with the old party secretary.

   It’s really a few words before getting in the car, it’s a bit suspected of chatting to death.

  Until the old branch secretary took the lead in breaking the deadlock and said: "Ming Dynasty, when you were soldiers, there must have been a lot of injuries and fractures?"

   Ma Mingchao immediately understood: "It's too commonplace. People like Mengzi who only have plaster casts are considered the lightest. Those who are serious have steel nails or even major surgery. There are too many of them."

   "Will it affect your life in the future?"

   "It depends on the specific situation, Meng Zi, basically has no effect."

  (end of this chapter)