The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 940: The development of the village has both business and quantity

Chapter 940 The development of the village, both business and quantity

Seeing this posture, Bian Xiaosheng's heart skipped a beat.

Don’t plan to go back upright tonight.

Even so, the situation does not allow him to back down.

After all, Wu Yuan, the couple of billionaires, is in Liyuan Village, and many villages vaguely use Yang Zhishu's movements as a reference standard.

If you don’t gnaw at the hard bone of Party Secretary Yang, the matter of planting mulberry and silkworms will not be able to scale up and achieve success.

Soon, the fried belly is on the table.

Eight other dishes and a soup were served one after another, making one perfect.

As soon as the local Gaobai was opened and poured, a bitter smell of wine immediately came out.

The entrance is like a fire.

Yang Zhishu cupped and said: "Secretary Bian, you are welcome to come and guide the work of Liyuan Village..."

So I pushed the cups and changed the cups, and the cups were mixed.

On the faces of Bian Xiaosheng and the elder three who were gradually turning rosy, the topic was constantly advanced, deepened, and bargained.

Drinking Maotai's Yang Zhishu at noon, the fighting power is already bursting.

Insist on the two industries of crayfish and thirteen spice seasoning powder in Liyuan Village.

On this basis, he promised Bian Xiaosheng that next year he would increase the number of silkworms raised and the quantity and quality of cocoons delivered.

Wait until the matter of planting mulberry and silkworms is almost discussed.

Bian Xiaosheng couldn't listen to what Wu Yuan promised.

Shouting at the top of his voice.

This is the drink in place.

After all, the person is already sideways, can it not be in place?

The old three were dumbfounded. They looked at Bian Xiaosheng who was sound asleep, and then at the bicycle.

"This is how to do?"

Wu Yuan first gave the old three a circle of smoke and said in shock: "This is easy to handle. I asked Ming Chao to drive to deliver it. Does Secretary Bian live behind the township government compound?"

The old three nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

Wu Yuan said again: "Father, Uncle Xu, if any of you are worried, you can go with the car."

Matters of face are taken care of for you anyway.

Yang Zhishu immediately said: "No need, you sent a car to send it back, it is already a big face."

Wu Yuan chuckled: "Father, Uncle Xu, it happens to be a chance for you to take a car."

Old Xutou and Accountant Li really wanted to have a good time in those multi-million dollar luxury cars.

But when he turned his head and saw Bian Xiaosheng's drunken appearance, he felt disgusted again.

Forget it, there are plenty of opportunities to rub cars.

Wu Yuan used the landline of the village office to make a call, and when he turned around, he heard that Mr. Xu and Accountant Li were being polite to his father-in-law.

After listening carefully, it turned out that the father-in-law paid for the banquet.

Private knot.

According to the wishes of old Xutou and Accountant Li, it should be recorded in the village account.

Anyway, the account in the village is not short of this little money.

It won't let Mr. Xu and Mr. Xu eat this IOU.

Wu Yuan naturally helped the old man and said: "Uncle Xu, Uncle Li, for local tyrants like my father, if you don't fight the autumn wind at this time, when will you fight?"

Yang Zhishu stared at each other: "Nonsense, my roots are straight and young, and I came from a decent poor and lower-middle peasant."

Old Xutou followed with a joke and said: "Old Yangtou, no one is proud of this now. Xiaoyuan is praising you, flattering you."

While speaking, Ma Mingchao arrived in a Bentley Mulsanne.

There was no need for everyone to help, Ma Mingchao put Bian Xiaosheng on his shoulders alone, carried him up and left.

Looking at the relaxed vigor, Yang Zhishu couldn't help being suspicious: "Secretary Bian is not pretending to be drunk, is he?"

Old Xu Tou said with certainty: "Impossible, it's so ridiculous! I heard that Secretary Bian only weighed half a catty."

Wu Yuan did not participate in the opinion.

Because it doesn't matter whether you are pretending to be drunk or not.

Ma Mingchao put the people in the back row, said hello to Wu Yuan and the others, then put the car in gear and left.

Wu Yuan accompanied old Xu Tou, pushed Bian Xiaosheng's car into the village office and locked it.

Then he turned around and walked home with the old branch secretary.

Yang Zhishu disliked him following him, and urged him frequently: "You should go back quickly, you must be tired after a busy day."

Wu Yuan just faltered and said: "I see you will come back when you enter the house."

Yang Zhishu anxiously said: "I'm not that old yet!"

As a result, when he finally arrived at his door, Secretary Yang saw his daughter-in-law Liu Hui waiting in the yard, and immediately turned to his daughter-in-law for help.

It's a pity that Wu Yuan found Liu Hui back one step earlier than him.

Immediately turned around and left without giving the old man a chance to ask for help.

On the way back.

After Wu Yuan laughed, he found that there were no people on the village road.

My heart suddenly moved, wouldn't it?

Immediately, he shook his head to himself, probably not.

Today is Sunday after all.

No matter how hard Principal Song is, he still won't be tossing around in school on Sunday night.

Result next second.

A car suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, like a ghost, suddenly jumped in front of me, and ran straight into me.

It's too late to say it, but it's too soon.

Wu Yuan moved sideways to protect himself first, and then reached out to catch Song Chunhong and her broken bicycle who were almost throwing their hands away.

"Principal Song, godmother, it's so late, what are you doing at school?"

Under the night, Song Chunhong's face was as red as a ripe apple.

Every time I met him, I would panic and bump into someone.

Not controlled at all.

Fortunately, he can save the day every time.

"I'm sorting out the budget for the expansion of the school, so it's a bit late."

When Wu Yuan heard this, he wanted to criticize this kind of introversion, but he couldn't grasp the scale.

He could only half-joke and half-joke: "Don't you know that the school is a cemetery? Are you not afraid of working alone at the school so late?"

Unexpectedly, Song Chunhong brushed her temples behind her ears and said, "Don't lie to me! Others in the village don't know, but I do know that the school land was the center of your Wu family's ancestral house back then."

Wu Yuan couldn't help but said in astonishment: "How do you know?"

Not many people in the village know about this.

The older generation who knew the situation, such as Dong Da's father, Ming Jun, and Ming Dynasty's father, had already gone.

The glory of the Wu family's father's generation has gone with them.

Song Chunhong held her neck high, like a proud white swan, said: "I am a teacher, of course I know astronomy from the top, and geography from the bottom."

"I'll give you what you can."

Wu Yuan knew that he couldn't ask, so he pushed people away: "Hurry back, I won't see you off."

Song Chunhong hummed, and said for no reason: "I will pay attention next time, try not to be so late. Even if it is, for Xiaojiang and Yueyue."

"That's more or less."

Under the darkness of night, two figures were running in opposite directions on the village road.

A moment later, Wu Yuan returned home, turned around and locked the door.

Yang Luoyan came out wearing a sweater and asked, "Dad didn't you drink tonight?"

Wu Yuan sighed: "Hey, I didn't drink less."

Yang Luoyan said in a daze: "That's over!"

Wu Yuan nodded and said: "I know, I sent Dad to the door, and Mom sat in the yard waiting, I saw it all."

So at the same time, the couple felt a little sympathy in their hearts.

But sympathy belongs to sympathy.