Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

Rebirth in 1988: Beginning as a Carpenter Chapter 232: Dress up and wait, welcome and look forward to it (1/3)

You don't need to wear a coat when entering the house, and there is warm water for washing your hands, and it comes from your own supply.

Yang Zhishu washed his hands and did not forget to give Liu Hui a look, then he held Yueyue in his arms with satisfaction.

He turned to Wu Yuan and said, "I didn't expect that these little tricks you use at home are quite convenient. A well-off family is nothing more than that, right?"

Wu Yuan waved his hand nonchalantly: "In ten or twenty years, every household will be able to do this if they want to."

"That's not a well-off life!"

Yang Luoyan came in. When she saw her father hugging his daughter and not letting go, he snatched Yueyue away and put her on the sofa. She played with her brother and said, "Dad, you are here to eat. Don't be reluctant to let go of the child as soon as you hug her."

Put it down, and you won't let me get into trouble again."

Secretary Yang pointed at Yao Daughter and looked at Wu Yuan.

I said in my heart, look, look, it’s just that her mother dislikes me, but even her daughter is making irresponsible remarks.

I have been a party secretary for so many years, and I have never been contradicted by someone like this before.

Wu Yuan took his father-in-law and consoled him: "Dad, Luoyan is afraid that you will get hurt, don't take it to heart. We'll order some good wine later and have a good meal."

Unexpectedly, Party Secretary Yang waved his hands repeatedly: "If you don't want to drink, don't drink! It's Maotai again, right? What kind of family can withstand you using Maotai as food and wine?"

"It's not Moutai," Wu Yuan took a trick, "I changed the flavor to Wuliangye."

In fact, Wuliangye is not much cheaper than Moutai.

But the old branch secretary couldn't stand it when he heard a new term, and always felt like he was hungry.

Curiosity, pure curiosity.

"Then let's have a few drinks and try it?"

"Yes, let's have a taste."

One meal consists of four home-cooked dishes, one stewed, one steamed and two stir-fried.

Plus a soup.

We didn’t drink soup at home in the past. Ever since my mother-in-law Liu Hui returned to Shanghai and got married, she would make soup every time she came back.

But I have picked up this habit again.

The father-in-law and his wife picked up the three-cent wine cup and touched it lightly. The wine, which was full to be poured out, swayed slightly and poured into their mouths.

Wu Yuan drank normally.

But that doesn’t stop the old branch secretary from drinking loudly, even with sound effects.

Even so, Wu Yuan still controlled the drinking capacity of the two of them.

After filling the third cup of the three-cent wine cup, he put the bottle away and said, "Dad, save it for tomorrow."

The old branch secretary was a little unsatisfied.

Unexpectedly, Liu Hui suddenly reached out and took the bottle, and the old party secretary immediately stopped.

The remaining cup was divided into three gulps.

I was watching Xiaojiang filming on the sofa, hehehe Zhile.

Party Secretary Yang leaned over and said with his stubble-covered mouth: "You kid, are you seeing your grandpa's joke?"

Don't talk about Xiaojiang.

Even Wu Yuan couldn't help but laugh.

It is indeed difficult to be a senior party secretary. Who would have thought that after a lifetime of glory, family status would be unexpectedly lost when one gets old?

After dinner, the old branch secretary wrapped up his cotton-padded jacket, unbuttoned it, and walked out.

This is the effect of drinking a little wine to warm up.

But that little drink is nothing compared to the cold weather in northern Jiangsu.

So, Yang Luoyan put down the pots and pans in his hands, ran over and buttoned up his father's cotton-padded jacket.

While buckling back, he said heartily: "I really thought you were still young!"

The words are heartbreaking, but they are out of concern.

The old party secretary felt a little better.

Then, Liu Hui came over with a basin of leftovers, tied it with a nylon bag and said, "Bring it with you."

The old branch secretary was even more moved: "I'm full, I don't need to take any more."

"Who said it was for you? This is dog food for the big black belt!"

Old branch secretary, open your mouth.

It feels good, but not much.

Wu Yuan took his father-in-law to the village road behind his home. He watched his father-in-law walk away, then turned around and went home.

When they got home, Liu Hui also heated up the dog rice for the three dogs.

Wu Yuan came out and gave it to the three dogs. Watching them breathe in a storm, he felt very relieved.

In the dead of night when people are quiet.

Yang Luoyan came down from upstairs quietly, wearing a turtleneck sweater that showed off her enchanting figure.

Wu Yuan could be seen twitching his index finger.

"The winter solstice is coming soon. Have you thought about the gifts you can give to your parents, master and master, your third sister and brother-in-law, and Director Liu of the Water Conservancy Bureau? Also, do you want to be the mayor or county chief this year?"

Wu Yuan slapped his head and then remembered this matter.

The Winter Solstice is not a festival, but in rural areas people have to give gifts decently. It is similar to the Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Chinese New Year, and they are also called the four festivals.

In fact, it’s not just Beigang that should be given away.

In Shanghai, Wu Yuan thought about what he should express.

So I kept making plans with my daughter-in-law until late at night, and then fell asleep.

The next day will be December 21st.

Early in the morning, Wu Yuan was at home, called Tengda Company, and handed over the gift purchasing in Shanghai to Fan Bingbing.

Then he followed Ma Mingchao and drove straight to Beiyin City.

Originally it could be done in the county seat, but just in time Yang Ben called and said that the urban area was more convenient and the price could be lower.

Wu Yuan thought, most likely the eldest brother has something to say in person.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have instigated myself to go to the city just for a small profit.

**Where is Shili Land?

As a result, I went to the urban furniture supermarket and saw that it was undergoing a major renovation. Xingwang Furniture was gone and replaced by Panpan Furniture.

"Brother-in-law, what do you think? If you have any suggestions, please feel free to mention them so that we can make corrections immediately."

Li Yun was also beside him impatiently.

Wu Yuan looked inside and outside: "Brother, sister-in-law, there is nothing serious. But on the porch, on the two walls directly facing the door, don't put anything on it. Leave it empty first. After the advertising is finished, the posters will be printed out, and then

Paste it.”

Li Yun said anxiously: "It's almost the end of the month, can the posters be in time for us to change the brand and reopen the business?"

"Don't worry, we can catch up."

After a while, the middleman Yang Bi found, Shang Yansan, arrived.

When Wu Yuan took one look at this man, he instinctively frowned. His temperament did not look like that of a second-rate businessman with a background and connections.

After glancing at Ma Mingchao, he was also frowning.

So next I drove to a remote warehouse to look at the goods, and I paid close attention.

Yang Ben didn't forget to follow.

Finally, when we arrived at the place, one look at this dark and gloomy small room confirmed our inner guess.

When Yan San brought up the tobacco and wine that Wu Yuan asked for, Wu Yuan motioned to Ma Mingchao, looked past the top one, directly touched the bottom one, and took it apart to take a look.

Fake!

Yang Ben exploded at that time.

Yan San followed closely and took out a small knife, holding it in his hand and swiping it back and forth.

And three or five men also came out of the warehouse.

At first glance, it doesn't look like a good thing.

"Dear bosses, as the New Year is approaching, I just want to make some money to spend. I'm sorry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the knife in his hand disappeared.

Yan San didn't even see how Ma Mingchao moved, and he was trampled under his feet.