The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Seeing this posture, Bian Xiaosheng's heart skipped a beat.

Don't plan to go back upright tonight.

Even so, the situation does not allow him to back down.

After all, Wu Yuan, a couple of billionaires, is in Liyuan Village, and many villages vaguely use Party Secretary Yang's movements as a reference standard.

If you don't chew on the hard bone of Party Secretary Yang, the matter of planting mulberry and silkworms will not be able to scale up and achieve success.

Soon, the fried belly will be on the table.

Even eight other dishes and a soup were served one after another, making one perfect.

As soon as the local Gaobai was opened and poured, a bitter smell of wine immediately came out.

The entrance is like a fire.

Yang Zhishu held the cup and said: "Secretary Bian, welcome to come and guide the work of Liyuan Village..."

So I pushed the cups and changed the cups, and the toasts were staggered.

On the gradually rosy faces of Bian Xiaosheng and the elder three, the topic was constantly advanced, deepened, and bargained.

At noon, I drank Moutai's Yang Zhishu, and my combat effectiveness is already overwhelmed.

Adhere to the two industries of crayfish and thirteen spice seasoning powder in Liyuan Village unswervingly.

On this basis, he promised Bian Xiaosheng that next year he would increase the number of silkworms raised and the quantity and quality of cocoons handed over.

When the matter of planting mulberry and silkworms was almost discussed.

Bian Xiaosheng couldn't listen to what Wu Yuan promised.

Shouting at the top of my voice.

This is drinking in place.

After all, people are already sideways, can they not be in place?

The old three were dumbfounded. They looked at Bian Xiaosheng who was sound asleep, and then at the bicycle.

"This is how to do?"

Wu Yuan first gave the old three a circle of smoke and said in shock: "This is easy to handle. I asked Ming Chao to drive to deliver it. Does Secretary Bian live behind the township government compound?"

The old three nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

Wu Yuan said again: "Father, Uncle Xu, if any of you are worried, you can go with the car."

Matters of face are taken care of for you anyway.

Yang Zhishu immediately said: "No need, you sent a car to send it back, it is already a big face."

Wu Yuan chuckled: "Father, Uncle Xu, I just gave you a chance to take a car."

Old Xutou and Accountant Li really wanted to enjoy themselves in those multi-million dollar luxury cars.

But when he turned his head and saw Bian Xiaosheng's drunken appearance, he felt disgusted again.

Forget it, there are plenty of opportunities to grab a car.

Wu Yuan made a phone call with the landline of the village office, and when he turned around, he heard that Mr. Xu and Mr. Li were being polite to Mr. Zhang.

After listening carefully, it turned out that it was the old man who paid for the banquet.

Private knot.

According to the meaning of old Xutou and Li accountant, it should be recorded in the village account.

Anyway, in the account of the village, this little money is not bad.

It won't let Xu Laosan eat this white strip.

Wu Yuan naturally helped the old man and said: "Uncle Xu, Uncle Li, for a local tyrant like my father, if you don't fight the autumn wind at this time, when will you fight?"

Yang Zhishu stared at him: "Nonsense, my roots are straight and young, and I came from a decent poor and lower-middle peasant."

Old Xu followed with a joke and said: "Old Yang, no one is proud of this now. Xiao Yuan is praising you, flattering you."

While talking, Ma Mingchao arrived in a Bentley Mulsanne.

No need for everyone to help, Ma Mingchao put Bian Xiaosheng on his shoulders by himself, lifted him up and walked away.

Seeing this relaxed vigor, Yang Zhishu couldn't help being suspicious: "Secretary Bian is not pretending to be drunk, is he?"

Old Xu Tou said with certainty: "Impossible, it's just nonsense! I heard that Secretary Bian only weighed half a catty."

Wu Yuan did not participate in the opinion.

Because it doesn't matter if you're pretending to be drunk or not.

Ma Mingchao put the people in the back row, said hello to Wu Yuan and the others, then shifted gears and left.

Accompanied by old Xu Tou, Wu Yuan pushed Bian Xiaosheng's car into the village office and locked it.

Then he turned around and walked home with the old branch secretary.

Yang Zhishu, however, disliked him following him, and urged him frequently: "You should go back quickly, you must be tired after a busy day."

Wu Yuan just faltered and said: "I think you will come back as soon as you enter the house."

Secretary Yang said anxiously, "I'm not that old yet!"

As a result, when he really got to his door, Yang Zhishu saw his daughter-in-law Liu Hui waiting in the yard, and immediately turned to his daughter and son-in-law for help.

It's a pity that Wu Yuan discovered Liu Hui's return one step earlier than him.

Immediately turned around and left, not giving the old man a chance to ask for help.

on the way back.

After Wu Yuan laughed, he found that there were no people on the village road.

It's a move in your heart right now, right?

Immediately he shook his head to himself, probably not.

After all, today is Sunday.

No matter how hard Principal Song is, he still won't be tossing around in school on Sunday night.

The result is the next second.

A car suddenly appeared in front of him, like a ghost, suddenly jumped in front of him, and ran straight towards him.

It's too late to say it.

Wu Yuan moved sideways to protect himself first, and then reached out his hand to catch Song Chunhong and her broken bicycle, who were almost throwing their hands away.

"Principal Song, godmother, it's so late, what are you doing at school?"

Under the night, Song Chunhong's face was as red as a ripe apple.

Every time I met him, I would panic to the point of hitting someone.

Not at all controlled.

Fortunately, he can save the day every time.

"I'm sorting out the budget for expanding the school, so it's a bit late."

When Wu Yuan heard this, he wanted to criticize this kind of introversion, but he couldn't grasp the scale.

He could only half-jokingly and half-jokingly said: "Don't you know that the school is a cemetery? Are you not afraid of working alone at the school so late?"

Unexpectedly, Song Chunhong brushed her temples behind her ears and said, "Don't lie to me! People in the village don't know, but I do know that the school land was the center of your Wu family's ancestral house back then."

Wu Yuan couldn't help but said in astonishment: "How do you know?"

Not many people in the village know about this.

The older generation who knew the situation, such as Dong Da's father, Ming Jun, and Ming Dynasty's father, had already gone.

The glory of the Wu family's father's generation also went with them.

Song Chunhong held her neck high and said like a proud white swan: "I am a teacher, of course I know astronomy first, and geography secondhand."

"I'll give you what you can."

Wu Yuan knew that he couldn't ask, so he pushed people away: "Hurry back, I won't see you off."

Song Chunhong hummed, and said for no reason: "I'll pay attention next time, try not to be so late. Even if it is, for Xiaojiang and Yueyue."

"That's about the same."

Under the darkness of night, two figures ran in opposite directions on the village road.

After a while, Wu Yuan returned home, turned around and locked the door.

Yang Luoyan came out wearing a sweater and asked, "Dad didn't you drink tonight?"

Wu Yuan sighed, "Hey, I didn't drink less."

Yang Luoyan said in a daze: "That's over!"

Wu Yuan nodded and said: "I know, I sent Dad to the door, and Mom was sitting in the yard waiting, I saw it all."

So at the same time, a trace of sympathy rose in the hearts of the couple.

But sympathy is sympathy.

After the sympathy, it's time to wash up and sleep.

There was no hesitation at all.