Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

While he was chatting and laughing with Yang Guozhu, someone came from the factory.

The person who came was none other than Secretary Bian, Bian Xiaosheng, who had not been seen for a long time.

The two men saw Bian Xiaosheng appearing at the factory gate upstairs and hurried downstairs to greet him, but they were still a step too late.

We arrived on the stairs.

Bian Xiaosheng was also a little flattered by this. It had been a long time since he had been welcomed by Boss Wu personally.

So we made concessions at the top of the stairs and lit the cigarette first.

Then he walked upstairs step by step.

When they entered the factory director's office, Wu Yuan didn't let Yang Guozhu leave and pulled him along to accompany Bian Xiaosheng.

Fortunately, Bian Xiaosheng came here to express his thanks.

In front of Yang Guozhu, there is nothing to say.

"Boss Wu, thanks to your guarantee, the broken roads in the countryside will finally be repaired after the year."

"Secretary Bian, what are you talking about? After the roads are built in the village, we ordinary people in Yijing Township can also benefit from it, right?"

Good guy, who dares to treat you as just a common man from Jingxiang?

But having said that, there is nothing wrong with Wu Yuan's self-proclaimed words.

Yang Guozhu took over the conversation and said, "Secretary Bian, is everything going well over there at the silk reeling factory?"

Bian Xiaosheng sighed: "The silk reeling factory cannot be compared with your furniture factory, but at least the workers' wages have been paid, and there is an explanation. It's just that the cost advantage of the factory has not yet been reflected, and it has not been seen in the accounts.

What profit."

Bian Xiaosheng naturally expected the factory's cost advantage to be reflected after promoting mulberry planting and sericulture throughout the township.

But now the promotion in the countryside is not going well.

Having said this, Wu Yuan felt vaguely like he was being pointed out.

So he casually said: "Secretary Bian, the per capita land in Xinzhuang is much more than that in our township. I think you can consider a win-win cooperation with Xinzhuang."

As a result, Bian Xiaosheng said excitedly: "To be honest, I was discussing this matter when I had dinner with Lao Jiang a while ago. Lao Jiang just happened to talk about the selection of the deputy mayor..."

No wonder, this matter has come full circle.

Wu Yuan nodded and said: "It turns out that Secretary Bian has thought of it a long time ago. It seems that the silk reeling factory will definitely be able to reach a higher level next year!"

After saying that, he looked at Yang Guozhu.

Yang Guozhu agreed with understanding: "That's for sure."

By the time Bian Xiaosheng was sent away, almost all the workers in the factory had left.

However, Yang Guozhu still insisted on holding on until the last moment, saying that it would be okay to go back.

My sister-in-law Yang Chenyu had already locked the door and left, and couldn't wait to go home and take her children shopping.

Wu Yuan said hello to Yang Guozhu and went downstairs.

When I drove out of the factory gate, I saw Lao Su still busy in the reception room and Xiao Fang, the gate guard, still standing upright.

So he asked Ma Mingchao to stop the car, patted Xiao Fang and said: "There is no one in the factory, so don't freeze outside."

Xiaofang scratched his head and said, "It's not cold, boss."

While he was talking, Wu Yuan rushed to the door of the reception room. Lao Su had already opened the door to greet him.

Wu Yuan took out a red pagoda mountain he brought from the car, handed it to Old Su and said, "Uncle Su, whose house do you plan to spend the New Year at this year?"

Lao Su went to Hongta Mountain and said first: "Boss, every time you come back, you bring cigarettes to the old man. The old man can't smoke anymore."

Then he replied: "My son and daughter-in-law asked me and my wife to go over to their house. So I looked for it and went there with my wife for a New Year's Eve dinner and then came back. After a long time, I was afraid of offending others."

Lao Su's words reveal the weakness and humbleness of the rural elderly.

But compared to last year, celebrating the New Year in the factory is finally much better.

So Wu Yuan consoled him: "That's fine. All we have to do throughout the year is the reunion dinner."

Lao Su nodded hurriedly: "Ahem, yes, yes."

After leaving the communication room, Wu Yuan got into the car.

The Bentley Mulsanne left the factory gate and drove toward the county town instead of heading home.

Not long after, the Bentley Mulsanne arrived at the east end of Cemetery East Road.

The third sister, Wu Xiuhua, poked her head out of the window and said, "As soon as I heard a car was coming, I guessed it was you."

Wu Yuan walked over calmly, first agreed to the greetings from his eldest disciple's daughter-in-law, Zhang Yan, and his Ming Dynasty daughter-in-law, Miao Hong, and then said: "The factory is on holiday, I stopped by to take a look."

Then his eyes wandered around, but he didn't see the shadow of the three children.

Wu Xiuhua understood and said: "Stop looking for them. The three children went back to their hometown yesterday. I persuaded them to go back after I tried hard to persuade them."

Wu Yuan immediately drew inferences and said, "So, do you still have to go back to your hometown to celebrate the New Year?"

"What should I do?" Wu Xiuhua sighed: "Your third brother-in-law didn't say anything, but I knew he wanted to go back. So I thought that at the end of the year, the old man and the old lady should learn a lesson, so I went back.

A year or so."

"After all, it's more lively when there are more people."

"That's true," Wu Yuan followed the third sister's tone and said, "Distance brings beauty. If you go back to celebrate the New Year this time, the two of you will be more restrained."

"Even if they don't restrain themselves, I don't bother to argue with them."

With this in mind, there is nothing to worry about.

Wu Yuan looked at the grilled skewers and cold dishes prepared around him, then the topic returned to the night market business and said: "There shouldn't be many people tonight, right?"

When it came to business, Wu Xiuhua suddenly beamed and said, "That's not necessarily true."

"How heavy was the snow that fell a while ago? How cold was it the next day after the snow? Just like that, the table turned over several times during the night."

Feeling proud, Wu Xiuhua followed up and said: "What do you want to eat? Take some back, just bake it."

Wu Yuan waved his hand, "There is no shortage of food at home."

Then Wu Xiuhua changed the subject and said: "When Xiao Jiang did what he did to his grandma a while ago, Lin Xianxue did it very unethically. Fortunately, he is still a cultural person! A few days ago, I came to his door and scolded him."

Wu Yuan couldn't help but laugh: "Third sister, what's wrong with you? I didn't even take it to heart."

"If he doesn't do things honestly, shouldn't others be allowed to tell him?"

"I'm mainly worried about you getting angry and hurting yourself!"

"If I hold this breath and don't let it out, it will hurt my health even more."

"Did you also say that about Miaomiao?"

"I didn't want to say it. It just happened that Miaomiao called me that day to ask..."

Wu Yuan said no more.

No matter how big her career is, the third sister's heart will always be biased towards her.

That's it.

After a while, another car arrived at the door.

Wu Xiuhua raised her head and said, "As expected of a couple, you two made an appointment, right?"

Because the car that arrived was none other than my wife Yang Luoyan’s car.

As soon as his wife came over, Wu Yuan originally thought of waiting for his third brother-in-law Xiong Gang to come back and have a word with her.

Just don't wait any longer.

After the daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan finished chatting with the third sister, they went home together.

So, Yang Luoyan gave Zhaodi a holiday on the spot, saving her the trouble of going back and coming back.

Then her husband Wu Yuan drove the Bentley Mulsanne, and he sat in the passenger seat to accompany him.

The horse will gallop tomorrow.

Three people and two cars went straight to Liyuan Village.