Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

A pot of rice dumplings was cooked until ten o'clock in the evening.

Yang Luoyan yawned and returned to the room. Wu Yuan couldn't help but feel distressed: "Can our family eat so many rice dumplings and make you work so hard?"

Yang Luoyan lifted up the thin blanket and came close to her husband. Like a lazy Persian cat, she snorted twice and breathed evenly.

In fact, Wu Yuan was secretly happy.

He discovered that his daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan was the same person as him.

Even if she speaks the truth in a garment factory with nearly a thousand people, she is still a good wife, loving mother and filial daughter when she returns home.

If you have a wife like this, what else does your husband want?

It’s a new week and the Dragon Boat Festival is just around the corner.

Breakfast is of course the newly baked rice dumplings last night.

People here in Beigang are used to having sweet food, but there are very few people who have salty food.

It is usually eaten dipped in sugar.

This is actually quite attractive to people of Wu Yuan's generation, or the peers of Xiao Jiang and Yueyue.

After all, they lack sugar in their lives.

If you can get some candies during the holidays, they are like treasures and can last for many days.

But Xiao Jiang and Yueyue are not lacking.

Therefore, I am not so keen on eating traditional food like zongzi.

In the end, one of them was force-fed by Yang Luoyan.

Yang Luoyan's reason is also very reasonable: after all, I worked hard to pay for it, how dare you not give me face?

The festive atmosphere in the countryside is getting stronger day by day, but Panpan Furniture Factory is still busy with the incoming orders, and there is no festive atmosphere at all.

From home to the factory, Wu Yuan was very touched.

This reminded him of the days in his previous life when he often had to live and eat at the construction site for a project, and he couldn't even go back to celebrate the New Year.

In fact, days like this are still a bit sad.

Even if you make money in the end, you still feel like you missed a lot.

Sometimes I feel that if I miss something, I can make up for it.

But more often than not, if you miss it, you really miss it.

So Wu Yuan found the chef early in the morning and met with Lao Fan.

When Fan Weimin saw the boss coming in person, he thought it was another high-level business reception. He even took out the hidden flowers, nodded one with Wu Yuan, and then said: "Boss, tell me, this

Which senior cadre is coming? What are the specific requirements?"

Wu Yuan waved his hand, then clamped the Hua Zi from his mouth and said, "No one wants to come. I was just thinking that the Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, and many of the masters and female workers in our factory don't have time to go back."

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"...Here in the cafeteria, let's make some rice dumplings, cook some mugwort eggs, and purchase some salted duck eggs, so that everyone can feel a little bit of a festive atmosphere despite their busy schedules."

Fan Weimin was so dumbfounded that he even forgot to flick out the cigarette ashes.

"That's it?"

"That's it!" Wu Yuan affirmed.

Fan Weimin then flicked off the cigarette ashes and said: "Boss, you are the kind of person who is invincible!"

Wu Yuan laughed and said: "Old Fan, have you watched too many martial arts dramas?"

Fan Weimin chuckled, "I have indeed watched a lot of Hong Kong movies recently."

"Is it difficult to do it? Reed leaves and the like are hard to find this year."

"What's so difficult about this?" Fan Weimin raised his eyebrows and said, "Boss, just leave it to me. The day after tomorrow, all the workers in the factory will definitely be able to eat fresh rice dumplings and boiled eggs with mugwort."

At the same time, the county government

Bian Xiaosheng waited all weekend before he got the chance to meet with County Magistrate Xu this morning.

And the time is only ten minutes!

Bian Xiaosheng, who was waiting in the guest room, couldn't help but miss the time when he could meet the county magistrate whenever he wanted.

At that time, the relationship between the county magistrate and himself was full of revolutionary friendship between superiors and subordinates.

Unlike now, there seems to be an insurmountable gap in class.

However, this gap is not only worse than not knowing, but it is even more uncomfortable to compare.

Thinking about it, the county magistrate took the initiative to go to Wu Yuan's factory for dinner, but he took the initiative to find him but could only wait.

This gap is so huge.

Bian Xiaosheng couldn't understand since when did he lose to Wu Yuan?

Before he could think of a reason, a call interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Bian, the county magistrate has eight minutes now. Come with me." It was Secretary Lin who spoke.

Bian Xiaosheng didn't have time to argue with Secretary Lin about the ten-eighth difference. He put his handbag on and hurriedly followed.

Appearing in the county magistrate's office again, Bian Xiaosheng felt a bit like revisiting his old place.

County Magistrate Xu still seems so kind and kind.

As soon as they met, he noticed it and said: "Xiaosheng, you have been tanned these days."

Bian Xiaosheng was almost moved to tears. The county magistrate still saw his hard work and efforts.

But when I thought about it again, I held back my tears instantly.

"sit!"

The two sat down on the sofa area, and County Magistrate Xu casually threw a cigarette to Bian Xiaosheng as usual.

As a result, Bian Xiaosheng failed to catch it.

When it comes down to it, it actually doesn't mean anything.

But sometimes, an idea arises inexplicably, but grows unexpectedly and wildly.

unstoppable.

Just like now, County Magistrate Xu suddenly felt that Xiaosheng, the township mayor, and he had no tacit understanding, and he couldn't even hold a cigarette.

It seems a bit like trying to add guilt to the crime.

County Magistrate Xu also felt that this judgment was a bit too hasty.

But this judgment took root in my mind and grew.

Bian Xiaosheng didn't think that much.

At that moment just now, he was indeed a little distracted.

Because he was thinking about how to talk to the county magistrate about that matter.

But after much deliberation, I still think it’s better to get straight to the point.

He felt that since he had a tacit understanding with County Magistrate Xu, it suited him to go straight.

"County Magistrate, I heard that our city is working on a long-term development plan for a home port? But I think we should develop mulberry farming, silkworm rearing, silk reeling production, and then export garments. Haven't we discussed this before?

What?"

After hearing this, County Magistrate Xu became more and more certain: Xiaosheng actually asked such a question, and he really had no tacit understanding with him.

So he flicked the ashtray into the ashtray and said: "Xiaosheng, I admit that we had similar meaningful discussions, but that was when there was no better choice at the time. Now that we have a better choice like Home Port, we

Why continue to cling to the well-trodden path that others have taken?”

"Xiao Sheng, eating buns that have been chewed by others has no taste. Besides, in the road of planting mulberry and raising silkworms, the first thing we face is the competition from similar counties and cities in the south. They are ahead of us in this regard. What can we do to surpass and go?

Chase?"

"In the final analysis, the best-case scenario is to become their upstream and become their vassal industrial belt."

Bian Xiaosheng gritted his teeth and said, "County Magistrate, do you think Wu Yuan has more potential than me?"

As soon as he heard this, County Magistrate Xu knew that what he just said was in vain, and Bian Xiaosheng didn't listen at all.

And as a cadre, to say such words is simply out of his mind.

"Xiaosheng, why do you think so?"