The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 932 Earning a small amount of money in the front is not enough to lose later

  Good guy, you're only two years old now, and you're starting to tease cats and dogs?

   I haven't seen you for half a month.

   It is not appropriate to criticize children as soon as they meet.

   Besides, this was in front of my father-in-law.

  Yang Luoyan saw the opportunity and said: "Go into the house and wash your hands, let's eat noodles."

   Then he said to Ma Mingchao who took down the luggage: "Mingchao, let's eat together, there is still in the pot."

   Ma Mingchao said as always: "No, little lady, I won't bother you."

  Wu Yuan persuasively persuaded: "How about you leave after eating here, just in time for the child to leave school, and take the child home by the way?"

  Since the opening of the village-run primary school, many children in the village have returned to school.

   Who knew that the more he said that, the faster Ma Mingchao walked and said: "How can they be qualified to ride in this car? They must not be used to it."

   Helpless, after a while.

  A large family watched Wu Yuan eating noodles by himself.

   And it is a portion for one person to eat two people.

   After eating two bowls of noodles, the fullness of hand-rolled noodles made Wu Yuan not want to eat at night.

  He took out an envelope from his handbag, handed it directly to the father-in-law, and said: "Father, this is the money that the professor's wife entrusted me to hand over. In two days, you can make arrangements here to send the goods to others."

   Secretary Yang put the envelope into his jacket pocket and said, "I just received a call from Boss Fu this morning, and I told him about it. Don't worry."

   After finishing speaking, he asked again: "By the way, is her barbecue restaurant really good?"

Wu Yuan accompanied Yang Zhishu to the yard, sat under the grape arbor with fallen leaves and withered, and said, "Of course, she opened a restaurant next to the university, and the source of customers is quite stable. I have eaten there a few times, and it is very popular with college students." .”

   Yang Zhishu couldn't help but tut: "I didn't expect that even college students would like the food you tossed out."

   Wu Yuan dare not take credit for this matter.

  But the father-in-law now takes care of everything on him, making him dumbfounded.

  In the small building, Yang Luoyan finished washing the pot and bowl where Wu Yuan ate noodles, and started to prepare dinner.

  Wu Yuan wanted to help, but if the father-in-law was always around him, there would be no chance at all.

   As a result, not only could I not help, but I was a little overwhelmed and difficult to digest.

   Later, he simply suggested: "Father, let's go for a stroll."

  Yang Zhishu was taken aback for a moment, then he understood, and with a shrug of his shoulders, he lifted up the slipping coat and said, "Let's go, I'll show you around."

  These two are sitting at home, not aware of it.

   But when they walk on the road, especially in the village, they are definitely the most watched couple in the village.

  In addition, just after the busy farming season, there are quite a few people strolling on the road and mowing grass in the fields.

   From time to time, the father and father dealt with the villagers who took the initiative to say hello.

Yang Zhishu mentioned: "The last time it was rumored that the mulberry was returned to the field. Although the head of Bian refuted the rumor, the evening silkworm was still affected this season, and more than half of the people were raised, so that the mulberry leaves in the village could not be sold. .”

  Wu Yuan was heartbroken, and if he continued to toss about like this, the 200,000 he invested in the silk reeling factory would be really worthless.

   But right now he doesn't have much contact with Bian Xiaosheng.

   It's not like to take the initiative to find the door for a mere 200,000 yuan, to touch the bad luck.

   While talking, Weng and his son-in-law walked to the entrance of the village primary school.

  The iron gate was locked tightly, leaving only a small door ajar.

   On the left hand side of the entrance, there is a new built-up room, which looks very simple, but it is more than enough to shelter from the wind and rain.

  Wang Feng was sitting inside, knitting wool in her hand.

   Opening the canteen and helping to watch the gate, without delaying the work in hand.

   In normal times, Weng and his son-in-law just passed by.

  But now that Wang Feng is the godmother of the two children, it's inappropriate not to say hello.

   Seeing someone approaching, Wang Feng habitually raised his head.

  Seeing that it was the old branch secretary and Wu Yuan from the village, he immediately put down his work and said enthusiastically, "Hey, Xiao Jiang's father is back!"

   Wu Yuan looked at the situation of the commissary with his tongue.

  Basically some cheap and good gadgets.

  Like marbles, playing cards, and various comic books.

  It’s not interesting for adults to look at it, and they can’t stand the attraction to children.

   Finally, there are some necessary stationery, paper pens and ink.

  In the corner, Wu Yuan also found chalk.

  So curious: "Mother, you have even done the teacher's business!"

  Wang Feng couldn't help but laugh when he saw the chalk: "Don't mention it, I'll buy these gadgets to earn some money, which won't be enough for Chunhong to lose later. It's commonplace to get stationery, paper and pens for children."

   "You said, she is my daughter, can I ask her for money? As for the chalk, she also asked me to enter it, saying it was for a rainy day."

  Wu Yuan laughed and said: "Auntie, it's really not possible, let's raise crayfish with the team next year!"

But Wang Feng changed the subject and said: "Actually, Dad Xiaojiang, we don't want to make a lot of money when we open this small shop. Chunhong can take it if she wants. The idea is that I can let her eat hot food, and she can eat it." Do you see me from time to time?"

   This is really not something that money can buy.

  Finally, Wang Feng seemed afraid that Wu Yuan would be troublesome and said, "Dad Xiao Jiang, I have to thank you for this idea."

  Wu Yuan waved his hands again and again: "That's not necessary."

  Talking about this, Wang Fengcai touched his pocket and said anxiously: "You said I put in all these gadgets, but why did I forget to put in a pack of cigarettes? There is no way to entertain guests here."

   Yang Zhishu said with a smile: "Don't say you don't have a tobacco license, even if you have one, it's not appropriate to sell cigarettes in the school area."

  Wu Yuan echoed: "That's right, aunt. I just ate noodles, and I can't eat anything."

   Speaking of which, Weng and his son-in-law were about to leave.

  Suddenly, Song Chunhong, whose hands were full of chalk dust, lifted the curtain and said, "Mom, bring me ten more exercise books..."

   After speaking, the voice turned excited and said: "You, you are back? When did you come back?"

   After speaking, he realized that the old branch secretary was there, suppressed his inner enthusiasm, and waited for Wu Yuan's response.

  Wu Yuan covered his stomach and said, "I just finished eating the noodles I got off the bus, and I'm going out to digest my food."

   Secretary Yang also took the opportunity to interject: "Chunhong, the headmaster, has come out in style, not bad."

  Wu Yuan then nodded and said: "Father, it's true. Especially just now when people asked for ten exercise books before entering the door!"

  One sentence made Song Chunhong's pretty face flush with embarrassment, and she had no strength to resist.

  Wang Feng hurriedly stepped forward to help his daughter out and said, "It's all because of me, I'm making you two laugh."

  Wu Yuan turned to ask: "Why do you suddenly need so many exercise books? Are the books distributed above not enough?"

   "That's not true," Song Chunhong waved his hands again and again, and then said in a cold voice, "It's all poorly written, so I'll tear it up!"

   Speaking of later, that voice immediately reminded Wu Yuan of the fear of being dominated by the teacher in elementary school.

   At that time, he walked out with both feet in disbelief: "Then what, you are busy. Dad, let's go to the village."

  Song Chunhong didn't realize it yet.

  Wang Feng hurriedly said politely: "Take the two children to eat at home when you have time."

  (end of this chapter)