The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 975: Other people’s children are sensible and well-behaved

 Wait until Zhong Wenyong limped and cleared an open space in the yard.

Wu Yuan took out the only carpentry tools at home from the garage, such as axes, saws, and sandpaper.

And a piece of red sandalwood scraps brought back from the capital.

 Prepare to have nothing to do, carve some beads, and make a skewer.

Zhong Wenyong saw that his old uncle was busy, so he quickly finished sweeping the yard. He leaned the broom behind the door, then brought a stool over and sat next to him, reading a book.

Zhong Wenqiang, who was in charge of the outside of the courtyard, was well behaved in his uncle's sight when he was at the door.

　　But when I reached the corner, or even to the vegetable garden on the west side of the yard, I took the broom and started playing with the machete, haha ​​haha.

 The voice is not loud and clear-cut.

 As for the roads, of course they cannot be swept properly.

 In contrast, Zhong Wenya, a drama queen, has already expanded his territory beyond his uncle's home.

Dai Xiaowei, the daughter of her aunt next door, was two years older than her, but she was getting ordered around and ordered around, and she couldn't get enough of it.

The youngest son of the Xiao family in the west was no exception, and he was very happy to scream like a king.

at the same time.

Wu Yuan picked up the ax and saw again, but he was a little awkward at first.

 But once you focus, once you are immersed in it.

 The long-lost feeling soon returned.

When you are immersed in craftsmanship, the secretion of dopamine is no less than when you hold your wife in your arms.

Zhong Wenyong occasionally looked over when he was reading and turning pages. Seeing his uncle's concentration and immersion, he couldn't help but be touched.

At the same time, I even felt sorry that my uncle didn’t kick me in the **** last night.

 This guy Wen Qiang is really nosy.

 At this moment, Wen Qiang is indeed troubled.

Before the road beside the vegetable garden was cleared, he jumped into the vegetable garden and started to plow the two ridges of land where sweet potatoes had just been harvested.

 Normally, these sweet potatoes belong to Liu Hui's harvest. They should have almost harvested them.

 In the end, Zhong Wenqiang actually pulled out two or three sweet potatoes along the broken branches and dead vines.

Although it is not big.

 But it’s much better than sweeping the floor.

Carrying it on my back, I quietly returned to the door of my uncle's house. I thought I would sneak to the edge of the well and get some water to wash myself with, so I ate it with my hands.

 It's a pity that the well water is always within the old uncle's sight.

It's not that easy to clean up the two muddy pimples without anyone noticing.

But this can’t stop him.

Seeing that he couldn't get in through the courtyard gate, he turned around to find Yaomei and summon the soldiers and generals she had just recruited.

 In a blink of an eye, it was noon, and Wu Yuan had polished several beads on hand.

Just then I saw Zhong Wenqiang wiping his sweat and carrying a broom home.

Although he didn’t say anything, the hard work on his body was clearly displayed.

Wu Yuan suddenly found Zhong Wenya, an unrivaled dramatist.

 I’m afraid they all learned it from Wen Qiang!

However, Wu Yuan didn't expose it, after all, the bruise on the child's buttocks probably hadn't healed yet.

 At this time, old wounds have not healed and new wounds have been added.

 It doesn’t make sense.

Just seeing my mother-in-law Liu Hui, I started to worry about the lunch for so many children.

Wu Yuan threw down the tools and handed them over to Zhong Wenyong to take care of, and then took over the responsibility of cooking from Liu Hui.

 Cut two kilograms of bacon, stir-fry the white garlic segments with the green leaves almost gone, and add dried chilies to enhance the flavor.

Two ducks were caught from the pigpen and slaughtered braised.

 Chop another Chinese cabbage, add two handfuls of vermicelli, and it's all ready.     It doesn’t have to be too many dishes, just enough.

 Especially stewed vermicelli with cabbage, which is a home-cooked dish for winter in rural areas these days.

 Compared to various radish meetings.

Zhong Wenya, who was almost busy and hungry, came back and pointed at the artificial meat hanging in the garage to order: "Uncle, I want to eat artificial meat."

  Artificial meat has the word meat in its name, but it has nothing to do with meat.

  It is a kind of soybean skin product.

Nowadays, it is impossible to eat meat in rural areas unless it is during the holidays.

If you want to satisfy your child's craving, just use this artificial meat to deal with it, and it will be over.

 But this thing is not welcome at home.

　　It was hung there to dry and was not eaten.

 In the end, this niece who is an actress actually wants to eat this?

 Eat whatever you want.

Wu Yuan didn't want to ask any more questions, so he just pulled out two strands and soaked them, washed them, cut them into sections, marinated them, wrapped them in oil, fried them in a big pot, cut off a few millet strands, and threw them in. , stir-fry twice and take it out of the pan.

 When the artificial meat was brought to the table, Wu Yuan realized that this dish was redundant.

My niece, who is obsessed with artificial meat, has already been eating the duck leg meat with great joy, and there is no room for artificial meat in her eyes.

 In the end, Liu Hui ate most of the dish because she didn't want to waste it.

 For this purpose, after eating and drinking enough.

Wu Yuan gave Zhong Wenya the important task of cleaning up the pots and pans.

 It can be regarded as a small punishment for her.

Liu Hui couldn't bear it, but found that the little girl waited for her uncle to go out, and then turned to tease her two brothers.

 What a powerful girl.

What will happen when you grow up in the future?

Wu Yuan picked his teeth and walked to the door, about to take out a Huazi and have an after-dinner cigarette.

I saw my third brother-in-law, Xiong Gang, coming over there riding a big 28-meter pole, whirring.

That energy is no different from the energy he used to rush around for his marriage three years ago.

“Third brother-in-law, it’s rare for you to have a day off. Why are you here?”

As soon as Xiong got off the 28th pole, Wu Yuan had already taken out Huazi and went up to meet him.

This after-dinner cigarette is more delicious if someone smokes it together.

The two of them lit up their cigarettes together. Xiong just said, "I'm helping your third sister run errands at home anyway, so I'll just come over and tell you something."

Only then did Wu Yuan remember to ask: "Have you eaten? If not, there is still food at home. The three children of the fourth sister's family are here, and I have cooked a lot."

Xiong Gang said oh, then waved his hand and said, "No, I ate it."

 The two of them squatted at the door and chatted.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhong Wenya pulled two stools over and said, "Third uncle, uncle, sit down and chat."

This guy directly moved Xiong Gang: "Wenya is so good, your third aunt did not love you in vain."

Wu Yuan was not fooled so easily: "Have the pots and pans been cleared away? The table has been wiped clean?"

 Zhong Wenya turned around and ran away.

Wu Yuan turned around and heard Xiong Gangtou say: "If Feiyan could be half as sensible as Wenya, I would be thankful to God. But this child was brought here, and your third sister raised her like a baby. She cannot be beaten or scolded." There are too many evil spirits..."

Wu Yuan said angrily: "Third brother-in-law, how do you think being elegant can be any better?"

Then he continued: "Now you see other people's children, they are all sensible and well-behaved."

“Don’t look at Wenya moving a stool for you now. He just snatched your Feiyan’s new down jacket last night.”

 “Down jacket?” Xiong Gang was confused.

 After listening to Wu Yuan's explanation, Xiong Gang said indifferently: "Her aunt has troubled her again. In fact, Feiyan is not picky."

Wu Yuan snorted and smiled: "That's weird!"

 (End of this chapter)