Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

Chapter 350 The hidden rules of doing things in the village

After talking to Zhang Yongcheng, Wu Yuan walked away regardless of whether he listened or not.

When Zhang Yan saw this, she ran over and said, "Master, what farm work did you have to do at home? I went to help you do it casually. It's not appropriate for a boss like you to carry the shovel to the ground yourself."

Wu Yuan said with a smile: "I just go to sweep graves, it's not farm work."

Zhang Yan immediately realized: "Then I can't take your place, so I'll go back to work."

"Go ahead."

Leaving the construction site of the village primary school, Wu Yuan strolled leisurely to the site where the old man and the old lady were buried.

This was originally a wheat field, but in the summer it would be replanted with soybeans and other crops due to the difficulty in getting water. Now it has all been plowed out, and the fields have been retired to plant mulberry trees.

Only the mulberry trees were half planted, and they were still quite far away from the grave.

There weren't many weeds in what was originally a wheat field. Even the original wheat seedlings had been shoveled away, making it look even more bare.

Only occasionally a handful of wheat seedlings were buried in the soil, but they still emerged from the side sideways, showing their tenacious vitality.

But, this is in vain.

Because the next moment, they were scooped up by Wu Yuan with a shovel and flew up.

After going around in a circle like this, Wu Yuan felt that there was a lot of movement, and it might have disturbed the ancestors who were sleeping underground.

So he inserted the shovel into the ground, stood at the place where he usually burned paper, and began to chant: "Ancestors, grandpa, grandma, father and mother, I am here to visit your graves."

"By the way, I want to make your place better and more picturesque, but I don't know what your ancestors would like. How about this? Why don't you just discuss it? Once we've agreed, give me a dream and I'll be fine.

A charter..."

The spring breeze was blowing hard, taking away Wu Yuan's scattered thoughts.

I don’t know if the ancestors of the old Wu family heard it.

But Wu Yuan was almost done, so he carried the shovel from the west end of the field to the ridge and walked forward.

We then reached the road to the west of the village.

As a result, while walking, I met Zhang Laosi coming from the south carrying a shovel.

This was inevitable, so it happened naturally.

Since the matter of land exchange has been left to his father-in-law, Wu Yuan did not intend to directly participate, and just nodded and said hello to Zhang Laosi.

However, unexpectedly, Zhang Laosi took out a cigarette and said: "Boss Wu, I heard that you want to exchange that piece of land with my family?"

It seems that the old branch secretary has already mentioned this matter to him.

Wu Yuan admitted openly: "That's right, I plan to make some simple repairs, and I ask Fourth Brother to be accommodating."

The brothers were all called, and Wu Yuan thought that his attitude was already in place.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Laosi said with a constipated look on his face: "It is possible to be accommodating, but the land owned by the old party secretary's family is not as good as the land owned by my family."

Wu Yuan asked bluntly: "Then you have your eye on that piece of land?"

Zhang Laosi thought of a trick and said: "My family is interested in your piece of land."

It refers to the portion of land in Wu Yuan's home, on the north bank of the village road, next to the canal.

In fact, it is no wonder that Zhang Laosi fell in love with his own piece of land.

A few years ago, when my third sister Wu Xiuhua came to help with the planting, there was no shortage of fertilizer, and the soil was definitely fertile enough.

So much so that anyone who passes by his wheat field can't help but give a thumbs up and say, "This land is really well grown."

But having said that, the nature of my father-in-law’s land is not much different.

But since Zhang Laosi mentioned it, Wu Yuan didn't bother to nag him, and said directly: "As long as you like it, I'll tell dad."

Originally, if Zhang Laosi had agreed to his father-in-law's words, Wu Yuan would still be able to accept his favor, but he would not be allowed to make up for it elsewhere in the future.

Now that he wants his 'good land' by name, the favor is gone.

Just change it.

So after leaving Zhang Laosi, Wu Yuan walked to the west end of the village. When he turned a corner, he saw his father-in-law standing at the entrance of the village.

Chatting with Lao Xutou and Accountant Li.

When Wu Yuan told his father-in-law about Zhang Laosi, the old party secretary jumped up and cursed.

"Dad, it won't happen, it won't happen."

Wu Yuan hurriedly stopped him, and even Lao Xu and his head persuaded him: "Don't be angry, you should have known what kind of person Zhang Laosi is."

Accountant Li even changed the subject and said, "This is a small matter. It's almost noon. If you want to see your son, go quickly."

It is custom in Beigang that when you go to the hospital to visit patients, you must go in the morning.

To be precise, before twelve noon.

The same goes for my own family.

Wu Yuan also urged: "Then hurry up, dad, I will send you there tomorrow morning."

The old party secretary couldn't stand it. He was pushed away with his hands behind his back, but he still said adamantly: "I didn't bother to see that unlucky guy. It's not your mother who made a pot of chicken soup and insisted on me delivering it."

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"Yes, yes, I'll bother you dad to make a trip."

While Wu Yuan comforted his father-in-law, he said to his father-in-law: "Uncle Xu, help me shout on the loudspeaker and ask him to drive to my house as soon as possible tomorrow morning."

Lao Xu raised his head and raised his hands: "Don't worry, I'll go in and shout."

When she accompanied her father-in-law back to her small building, Liu Hui had already stewed the chicken soup and was simmering it on the gas stove.

Seeing my father-in-law coming over, he kept mumbling: "Why are you here? It will be over soon."

It was also around noon.

So Wu Yuan explained: "Don't worry, Mom, I'll let Dad come and see you off tomorrow."

Liu Hui glanced at her father-in-law and raised her lips tacitly.

What a damn old man, he still wants to sneak in.

It’s true that the further I go back, the smaller my mind becomes.

After a while, Ma Mingchao arrived in a silver Santana. He was at the door quietly, holding a duster and dusting the car.

The old party secretary, holding a thermos bucket, followed suit and came out with an awkward look on his face.

Ma Mingchao reacted immediately and said, "Is the old party secretary planning to visit Mengzi?"

When he saw Wu Yuan waving to him behind his back, he quickly retracted his words: "Look at my mouth! Old party secretary, you get in the car. I'll drive slower to make sure the soup doesn't spill."

The silver Santana is driving on the gravel road in the countryside.

Keeping the soup from spilling requires not only high driving skills, but also a clear understanding of the road conditions.

Fortunately, Ma Mingchao has already run along this road countless times.

He knew exactly where there were pits and where there were larger rocks.

However, what troubled him was not whether the car drove well or not, but that he didn't know what to talk about with the old party secretary on the way.

In fact, if you say a few words before getting in the car, you might be talking to death.

Until the old party secretary took the lead to break the deadlock and said: "In the Ming Dynasty, when you were soldiers, there should be a lot of injuries and fractures, right?"

Ma Mingchao immediately understood and said: "It's so commonplace. People like Mengzi who only have plaster casts are considered the lightest. There are many more severe ones who have steel nails or even major surgeries."

"Will it affect my life in the future?"

"It depends on the specific situation. Mengzi's situation will basically have no impact."