The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

After the smoke ring curled up, Wu Yuan asked, "Isn't the factory busy recently?"

Yang Guozhu also sighed: "Thanks to your foresight, you divided the order into a batch of furniture factories in Shanghai. Otherwise, the factory would have to resume the two-shift system to barely keep up with the progress."

Wu Yuan nodded: "The production in our factory still has certain risks. Safety production must be kept in mind at all times. The first point is to prevent fatigue production."

Yang Guozhu exhaled a puff of smoke ring and said: "You mean what you say, Chen Yu and I both understand. But when Chen Yu sometimes discards some orders, he still feels regretful and reluctant."

This is also inevitable.

No matter how strong the Panpan furniture factory is, it is impossible for it to eat the plates of the whole country.

In the off-season, you can still consider taking care of everything.

During the peak season, trade-offs must be made to ensure profit margins.

Ma Mingchao was not driving fast.

But with the effort of one cigarette, one round of the factory is completed.

Yang Chenyu got out of the car with still not satisfied.

She didn't squat down indecently like the two of them, but she still stood by the side, tiptoeing, and inserted a word from time to time.

After the three Huazi passed.

The people who rubbed the car were almost done, and each of them said hello to Wu Yuan, and went upstairs to work.

Wu Yuan said to Ma Mingchao who pushed the door and got out of the car: "Take your second uncle for a walk and let him drive."

On the surface, Ma Mingchao was irresponsible, and Wu Yuan could do whatever he wanted.

But as soon as Yang Guozhu got into the car, shifted gears a little bit, and turned the steering wheel decisively, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him: "Take it lightly, lightly, lightly."

In front of the steps on the first floor.

Only Wu Yuan and his sister-in-law were left standing side by side.

Yang Chenyu asked: "How long can you stay this time?"

Wu Yuan said without hesitation: "The shortest time is three to five days, and the longest time is ten days."

Then he laughed and said: "Even Luo Yan doesn't ask Luo Yan, why do you keep asking? Like a boudoir who hates a woman."

Unexpectedly, Yang Chenyu didn't refute, but asked directly: "I'm a boudoir, but do you know who I'm waiting for?"

After saying this, he left.

At first, Wu Yuan didn't think much about it, and he didn't even forget to tell him: "Go to my father's house to cook early tomorrow."

Looking back, I realized that the tone of the words was wrong.

Why do you mean to rush at yourself?

But soon, Bentley Mulsanne wandered back again.

Yang Guozhu got out of the car with a lot of enthusiasm, and Ma Mingchao immediately began to wipe and maintain the inside and outside.

It seems that the laps and laps just now are enjoyable, and how much wronged I am to the car.

"I've experienced the difference between a car worth 5 million yuan and a car worth 50,000 yuan."

As soon as Yang Guozhu got out of the car, he swore to be authentic.

Wu Yuan also felt weird when he heard it: "Second Uncle, have you really experienced it?"

"That's right? All right, I'm going upstairs to work, see you later."

"See you."

Wu Yuan shook his head, got into the car, and went straight to Liyuan Village.

Back at Wu's small building, just in time for lunch.

Although it was an unremarkable lunch, Yang Luoyan cooked an incomparably sumptuous lunch because of the New Year's holiday.

Not only that, but also prepared all the tribute dishes for burning paper in the afternoon.

It can be described as thoughtful and comprehensive.

Wu Yuan asked why.

Yang Luoyan vowed: "I'll go to father's place for dinner tomorrow, and our family will celebrate the festival earlier today."

This sense of ritual is really well done.

But in Liu Hui's ears, she felt that the precious girl who had been raised for so many years did not take care of herself at all.

Instead, we must pursue the sense of ritual of our own small family.

At that time, I was a little embarrassed.

But after thinking about it, I realized that I lived more here than I went back.

How can I blame my daughter.

In the sumptuous lunch, apart from stewed rooster and braised pork with plum beans, there are no big dishes such as boiled pork slices and fish slices.

But a bunch of pastoral vegetables, homegrown and natural, will be the most precious in the future.

This is the style of home cooking.

Then Yang Luoyan even took out a bottle of Moutai.

But Wu Yuan saw that his father-in-law was not there, so he still refused to leave.

Eat straight away.

Two chicken legs, one for each of the two children.

But Liu Hui was gnawing on the chicken paws, and gnawed very carefully.

After she finished eating, the bowl was stuffed with spiky chicken and braised pork by her daughter.

Wu Yuan didn't use his daughter-in-law to take food, but he still got a lot of food.

The main reason is that he only cared about eating and chatting with his wife about what he saw and heard about gift giving today.

Although it may not be nutritious.

But the couple talked about everyday life, that is, they didn't care about the details, and they didn't focus on it.

Wait until lunch is over.

Liu Hui seized the main position to clean up the mess, but Yang Luoyan only got the second position.

At this time, the phone rang in the sofa area.

Wu Yuan picked it up and listened.

Lin Miaomiao on the other end of the phone preemptively said: "Uncle, the factory is too busy this year, and I can't go back to give you gifts during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I can make up for it at the end of the year, okay?"

Wu Yuan smiled and said, "You can send the money here, too."

"How unfilial is that?" Lin Miaomiao insisted: "It's such a happy decision, and I will make up for it at the end of the year. I have to eat quickly, the factory is busy with orders."

Just as Wu Yuan wanted to give some advice, the phone was dropped.

Wu Yuan put down the phone and started talking about Miao Miao to his wife in the kitchen.

Yang Luoyan said comfortingly: "Miao Miao has a heart, and I haven't forgotten you as an old uncle."

Wu Yuan agreed in his heart, but criticized on his mouth: "She just talks about filial piety."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang again.

Wu Yuan picked it up and listened.

Good guy, it belongs to the second apprentice Zhao Baojun.

At that time, he laughed and said, "Bao Jun, you and Miao Miao, do you need to make a phone call?"

But Zhao Baojun insisted: "Master, you are not only Miao Miao's uncle, but also my real master. Now that the real estate project has just started, we cannot do without people, so just like Miao Miao, you will make up at the end of the year."

"Okay, you can finish the project for me, we can do whatever we want."

"That's fine, master, I'll let it go."

This is another succinct master.

Wu Yuan looked at the microphone, put it into the phone, and heard Yang Luoyan ask: "Who is this?"

"Hey, you won't believe it, it's Baojun."

"He and Miao Miao actually made two phone calls?"

"Who said it wasn't?"

"By the way, the eldest disciple's daughter-in-law, the daughter-in-law of the Ming Dynasty, and the brother of the sixth brother have all been here, and I remember them all on the gift list."

Wu Yuan stood up and said, "Just remember it."

In his previous life, Wu Yuan was particularly free-wheeling towards people who were sophisticated in the world.

I don't know how many people I have secretly ignored or offended.

Now that he is a human being in two lifetimes, he is still not good at this.

Fortunately, there is a meticulous and virtuous daughter-in-law who has everything.

At home and outside, the food is cooked well, quite like the style of the old lady back then.

From this point of view alone, Yang Luoyan's daughter-in-law is destined to be his own.

As soon as Wu Yuan got up and walked to the courtyard, he saw Song Chunhong, the godmother of the two children, coming to the door on a bicycle, with two ducks hanging on the handlebars, croaking and squawking.