The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 558 The construction period is guaranteed, and it is inseparable from the big score

  After the candy is sprinkled, smoke is sprinkled.

  Children are busy grabbing candy, adults are busy grabbing cigarettes.

   It's fun to grab more and less, but no one is in a hurry.

  After finishing all this, Zhang Yongcheng quickly climbed down, took out the wrapped cigarettes from his left pocket, tore them open and distributed them to Wu Yuan.

  Wu Yuan took the cigarette and was set on fire again.

   Then he exhaled comfortably and said, "How is this project going?"

Zhang Yongcheng cherished a good cigarette and lit it for himself, with the cigarette in his mouth, so that he said vaguely: "Boss Wu, don't mention it. If I really want to mention it, I can only say that it's a good risk and I didn't lose money." .”

  Wu Yuan didn't believe this.

  From the understanding of Zhang Yongcheng in the previous life, the meaning of his words is roughly equal to that he is not as profitable as he imagined.

   But certainly not to lose money.

   At the very least, there is not much difference in the control of the construction period.

   Then it is inseparable from Dapu.

  While speaking, Wu Yuan walked around several houses in the school.

  The rough work is a bit rough, but the quality is acceptable, just like the carpentry work done by old masters.

   Although ugly, but strong.

  In addition, compared with the previous life, the classroom has a self-leveling concrete floor.

  In the future, when students attend classes, they won’t be able to listen carefully in the front row, and dig dirt pits in the back row to play.

  Turn down in a circle and return to the original place.

  The adults and children who were watching were all gone.

  Wu Yuan also waved his hand and said, "Okay, go ahead, I'm leaving."

  Zhang Yongcheng hurriedly made up a good smoke and said, "Boss Wu, I'll give it to you."

  Where can I send this?

  Wu Yuan didn't accept any more cigarettes, nor asked him to give them away.

  Leaving the construction site of the village-run primary school, Wu Yuan met Dong Dacheng who was carrying a shovel to the ground.

   "Wu Laoqi...ban, where are you going?"

   "Walking around casually, what are you doing?"

   "I'm going to see the water."

  Wu Yuan threw a Huazi to him, and he put it on his ear.

   Wu Yuan simply stopped ordering, and breathed the fresh air in the lake to his heart's content.

   It was not until we reached the ground that Dong Dacheng waved his hand and said goodbye to Wu Yuan.

  Wu Yuan continued to walk towards the village, and the people in the village he met on the way were all beaming.

   Completely lost the bitterness and hatred before.

  In fact, the rice has just turned green now, and there are still many hurdles to overcome in the future to treat diseases, prevent insects and resist lodging.

   But the people in the village don't want to go that far.

  At least the current test is over, and there is still hope for the future.

   Strolled all the way to the village, and was about to turn into the compound of the village, a bicycle suddenly stopped in front of him, and the person on the bike fell to the ground lightly, and the forward momentum remained undiminished, almost hitting his arms.

  Wu Yuan was a little caught off guard and grabbed the other party: "Teacher Song?"

  That's right, there was no one else who couldn't stop him except Song Chunhong.

  However, Wu Yuanfang didn't hear the abnormal sound of the car. Looking over at this moment, he saw that the bicycle in Song Chunhong's hand was brand new, and it seemed that it had been specially refurbished.

   It's just that the effect of this brake refurbishment is not good.

   Otherwise, she wouldn't have almost rushed into her arms.

  Compared to the new look of the bicycle, Song Chunhong's appearance at the moment is even more different.

  Although the skin has been tanned a lot, the expression on the face is obviously richer, and it looks full of vitality.

   And a white polka-dot dress made her look even more fairy-like.

  Song Chunhong didn't feel anything about herself.

  In fact, she was worried all the way, thinking about what people would say when she got there with such a small amount of things.

   As a result, we met early on the way.

  I typed the manuscript many times, but at this moment, it flooded into my throat, but I couldn't say it no matter what.

  Until Wu Yuan asked her again: "Where is this going?"

  Wu Yuan also saw the fertilizer bag tied to Mr. Song's back seat, which seemed to contain live animals such as chickens and ducks, which were still moving.

  Actually, the legs of chickens and ducks are tied, hung directly on the back seat, and tucked under the spring clips, which is stable and convenient.

  Ms. Song is still lacking in life experience to waste a bag like this and make it so troublesome.

  Wu Yuan was thinking about it, and then he heard Song Chunhong say concisely: "Go to your house."

   "Oh!" Wu Yuan nodded subconsciously, and then realized: "What? Go to my house?"

Song Chunhong's blush became more and more beautiful, and the white teeth looked extremely white against the slightly tanned skin. She said: "My mother said, the teacher made up things, anyway, thank you for your help. So I took advantage of this Dragon Boat Festival Here's a chance, I'll give you two ducks to satisfy your hunger."

   It seems that this matter is still not fooled.

  Wu Yuan thought about this in his heart, but he firmly denied it: "Mr. Song, it has nothing to do with me if you join the teacher's editor. That is the decision made by Director Li of the Education Institute based on multiple inspections and evaluations."

  Hearing these words, Song Chunhong suddenly felt that she was not so nervous anymore.

   After all, Wu Yuan can tell lies so openly, so there is nothing to be afraid of if he says something polite.

  Just in the small store in the village, many idle old men who played cards looked over. Although they didn't boo, it was obvious that the momentum and voice of throwing cards became louder.

   "A pair of Qs, hold on!"

   "A pair of K, specially for your Q..."

  Song Chunhong clenched her teeth and asked, "I don't even know Director Li, so how did you know him?"

  Wu Yuan waved his hand, and continued to insist: "I have a wide range of people, and I know a lot of people. I know that Director Li is normal."

  Before she finished speaking, Song Chunhong set up the car, turned around and began to untie the fertilizer bag tied on the back seat.

  Wu Yuan saw that something was wrong: "Hey, hey, Mr. Song, what are you doing? Don't explain it!"

  However, it couldn't be stopped.

  Even if he grabbed those tender hands, he still couldn't hold them down.

   So much so that after pressing it, somehow, the fertilizer bag was pressed into his hand.

   Then Song Chunhong turned around and left, unable to catch up.

  Wu Yuan couldn't help shaking his head.

  What is this called?

  He obviously came out for a stroll, but received a bag of gifts.

  Looking at the back of Song Chunhong going away, Wu Yuan raised his hand, and even wanted to say: Teacher Song, why don't you continue to send me home...

  Two ducks, another fat duck picked out by the family.

  It weighs more than ten kilograms.

   At this time, the old men in the small shop happily opened to Wu Yuan.

   "Boss Wu, it's broad daylight, what good things did Teacher Song give you?"

   "That's right, let my old men follow suit."

   These melon old men still make them so happy!

  One son works with Qiao Wuye in Shanghai, and the other daughter makes clothes in the factory of his wife Yang Luoyan.

  Of course, it is impossible for Wu Yuan to really care about anything with them.

   A few words of gossip is nothing.

  For a man like himself, it's a good talk.

  The only worry is that it will be detrimental to Mr. Song's reputation.

So Wu Yuan just said: "Brothers, you all know that Mr. Song is serving a solid job now, and he will inevitably teach your children or grandsons, granddaughters and so on in the future. You have to be more polite to Mr. Song , don't say anything outside..."

  (end of this chapter)