The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  After three consecutive days of hot dog days, the sauna days in Beigang are finally over.

  When he got off work, Wu Yuan walked out of the office building and felt an inexplicable dry breath head-on.

   Santana was on his way back to town.

  Everything is restored to the way it should be in Beigang summer.

  The rice waves are rolling and rolling.

  The blue waves are rippling, and the sand boats are constantly flowing.

  The days in summer became longer, so that when Santana returned to Wu's small building, it was still dark.

  But his daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan got home one step ahead of him.

  The small courtyard is filled with the aroma of food.

  Wu Yuan pushed the door and got off the car, and walked into the courtyard.

  Late graduates like Zhong Wenqiang and Xiong Feiyan are still under the grape arbor, hard at homework.

  Children are smart if they are smart.

  But for a long time, it always takes extra time and cost to make up for the homework that has been done confidently.

  Wu Yuan walked over with his hands behind his back, staring at death.

  Seeing the messy mistakes smeared on the homework, I resisted the urge to kick Wen Qiang, and continued to carry out psychological construction and comfort.

  Let’s give it to Mr. Song to train for a period of time to see the effect.

   It really doesn’t work, it’s not too late to kick it then.

  Since the old uncle got behind him, Zhong Wenqiang's buttocks were tense, and he had already formed a stress response.

   As a result, the old uncle turned around and left.

   Zhong Wenqiang's slack immediately inspired him like a diabetes insipidus.

  Wu Yuan entered the house, and heard his wife Yang Luoyan in the kitchen talking: "Tonight's big dishes, black fish and eel, do you want to do the same?"

  Wu Yuan said without hesitation: "Let's make fried eel with scallions. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, let the children choose bean sprouts and the like, and then make boiled fish fillets."

   After finishing speaking, he said to Zhong Wenyong who was reading with his head down: "Wen Yong, you will be responsible for supervising this matter tomorrow."

  Zhong Wenyong let out a cry.

  Zhong Wenya puffed out her small chest and said, "Uncle, why don't you let others supervise you?"

  Wu Yuan went to wash his hands and said, "I'm afraid your little brain has forgotten."

   "Hmph, I won't forget it!"

  With the effort of entering and exiting, Zhong Wenqiang finished the homework, Fei Ye seemed to go upstairs to put it away, and then went downstairs like a gust of wind.

   Just as the old uncle brought the eel bucket to the door, he just squatted down and grabbed the first observation position.

   Immediately afterwards, Xiong Wu and Xiong Wen also came over.

  The three children lined up.

  With this group of curious children watching, the originally boring butchering work became interesting.

   Dinner is eaten in the small building.

   There is air conditioning blowing, and there is no mosquito harassment.

   Even so, the children are still sweating from eating.

  Zhong Wenqiang also gradually let go.

  Because he can also see that the food at the old uncle's house is rich, and there is enough fish.

   Has the powerful strength of a bowl of water.

  So when he saw that Yang Luoyan was about to reach out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables for him, he took the initiative to pick up a piece of meat into his bowl with lightning speed.

   In this way, Yang Luoyan could tell when he failed a few times.

  This nephew is so delicate that it makes people feel distressed.

  After dinner.

  When Yang Luoyan cleaned up the dishes, Wu Yuan wanted to go over to help.

  In the end, the two little princesses, Xiong Feiyan and Zhong Wenya, took the position and couldn't intervene at all.

  So I can only blend the leftovers, mix them with hot water, wait for the cold air to dissipate, and then distribute them to rhubarb, glutinous rice and rice balls.

  As for Xiaohua, it is eaten with glutinous rice.

   Nuomi often dislikes this cub who cannot be given away, but there is nothing he can do about it.

  The cubs raised by themselves should eat less with their saliva in their mouths, and have to leave some for them.

   After feeding the dog food.

  Wu Yuan turned around and saw a group of children staring at him eagerly.

   stared at Wu Yuan inexplicably, "What's wrong, this is?"

   As a result, the children were scattered.

  Only Zhong Wenqiang shouted: "Xiong Wu wants to eat watermelon!"

  Xiong Wu's voice came urgently: "I didn't want to eat it, but you wanted it."

Hearing this, Wu Yuan walked into the garage to have a look, and there were indeed quite a lot of watermelons in it, so he picked two, called Wen Qiang and Xiong Wu over, each carried one to the well, and dipped it in the well water that had just been pumped up. .

  Summer nights in the countryside are never deserted.

  The chirping of birds in the distance, the chirping of cicadas nearby, and the flying mosquitoes in the ears never make people feel lonely.

  Several children surrounded the watermelon, their legs were crackling, and they were bitten by mosquitoes several times, and they did not hesitate.

  They are all rural children, who hasn't been patronized by mosquitoes?

   More than ten minutes later.

  Rhubarb They were all full, lying on the ground, sticking out their tongues, and kept breathing.

  The children around the watermelon swallowed their saliva.

  Wu Yuan felt that it was almost soaked, stretched out his hand to test the temperature, and announced: "Kill the watermelon!"

   So the cutting board, kitchen knife, and basin are all ready in a blink of an eye.

   Waiting for the old uncle to cut the melon himself.

  Looking at the anxious little faces, Wu Yuan, as an old uncle, felt unspeakably satisfied at the moment.

  With a knife, the green shell is split into two halves, revealing the rustling red flesh inside.

   Suddenly, there was a sound of frogs.

Wu Yuan then directly divided it with a big knife, and said while cutting: "This is a sand melon brought in from other places, not like a local melon. The local melon has been soaked in rainwater for so long, even if it is not rotten by luck, if it is ripe, it is still ripe. The melon is not tasty."

   "But this is a sandy potato from another place. It has been exposed to the sun and absorbed the water deep underground. The sweetness and taste are both first-class."

   While talking, I brushed a few knives.

  A large watermelon weighing about ten catties was divided into about ten slices.

  On average, one piece weighs about one catty.

   It is not too big, and it is convenient for mouth.

  That's the case, seeing the seductive look of the watermelon slices apart, no one dared to reach out and take it first.

   After all, in front of the old uncle, who would dare to make a mistake?

  Even Zhong Wenqiang had to be obedient.

  Until Wu Yuan put down the kitchen knife and gave an order: "Eat."

  A few children then set their hands on the piece that they had found a long time ago.

  The movements are fast and full of tacit understanding.

   Immediately Wu Yuan picked up the kitchen knife, and when he divided the second watermelon, he wandered around much more.

   At this moment, Da Huang stood up suddenly, and a low growl came from his throat.

  Wu Yuan said without turning his head: "Someone is here, Wen Qiang goes to see who is here?"

  Zhong Wenqiang held the watermelon, rushed to the gate, and looked into the dark night in the distance.

   As a result, in the next second, someone riding a 28th pole rushed out of the night, and it gradually became clear.

  Zhong Wenqiang suddenly turned pale with shock: "Xiong Wu, your father is here!"

  Xiong Wu was so frightened that he ate melons a little faster.

   On the contrary, Xiong Wen is still in a daze.

  Wu Yuan finished cutting the second melon in a hurry, came to the gate, raised his foot and said, "You kid, Xiong Wu's father, don't you know what to call?"

   "Oh, third uncle!"

   While talking, Xiong Gang approached by bicycle.

  Under the bright corridor lights, two plump watermelons fell on each side of the back seat of the car.

   "Third brother-in-law, it's really you."