The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

This is how the layman looks at the doorway, and the insider watches the excitement.

A layman looked at Zhang Yong, who looked like a man, and brought in a project, presumably because he made a lot of money.

An insider could tell at a glance that the little money he earned did not come from a very glamorous source.

at the expense of human relationships.

While Zhang Yongcheng was stunned, he felt that there was no place to put this old face.

Just like that, he sighed again and again.

After sighing, Wu Yuan pushed him away and said, "Yongcheng, take those gifts back and think about it. It's not too late to come to me after you think about it."

As a result, Zhang Yongcheng walked away sullenly.

Did not take away those gifts.

With his wealth now, Wu Yuan doesn't care about the canned cigarettes and alcohol.

But it can also be seen from this incident that Zhang Yongcheng will come to trouble.

No wonder he did well in his previous life and later.

Although the word of mouth is not good, but the rich is the master.

As soon as Zhang Yongcheng left, Wu Yuan nailed a solid blackboard shelf in a couple of clicks.

Also sanded it down with sandpaper.

In case the children and Mr. Song accidentally touch it, they will get barbs or something.

To him, this small job is not a big deal.

It's just that these dog days are a bit embarrassing, and it still makes him drenched and sweating profusely.

Wu Yuan put the shelf under the eaves of the verandah, washed his hands by the jar, took off his undershirt by the way, and went bare-chested.

His daughter-in-law, Yang Luoyan, had already helped him get ready for a change of clothes in the living room.

Seeing this, he asked, "You haven't come in to cool off, is it addictive to bask in the sun?"

Wu Yuan went into the freezer in the garage, picked out a mung bean popsicle, tore off the wrapping paper, put it in his mouth and said, "I just made the crayfish and rice field eels with my hands, and I'll cook them for you and the children, and I'll go straight to the county gone."

Hearing this, Yang Luoyan was about to go out and said, "Let me pull a table fan over for you to blow on. Although it's hot wind, it's better than no wind, right?"

"No need," Wu Yuan hurriedly stopped him: "Blowing is also sweating, not blowing is also sweating. To me, what's the difference? On the contrary, if blowing, no matter how busy you are, you will sweat."

Yang Luoyan had no choice but to settle for the next best thing: "Then you can do the same thing. Anyway, you and dad won't be at home for dinner tonight. Mom and I can't eat much with a litter of children."

Wu Yuan thought about it, and he was right.

Eat good things slowly, and pay attention to the long flow of water.

More importantly, if the children's mouths were choked with one meal, what would they do for the rest of the day?

So three mouthfuls of mung bean popsicles were eaten in two mouthfuls. Taking advantage of the sweetness and coolness in my mouth, I found a hot climbing stool, sat down by the tank, and started to handle the crayfish.

Because compared with eels, these twenty catties of crayfish are not easy to store for a long time.

Yang Luoyan in the living room finally came out to find a straw hat and put it on for his man.

Living room on the second floor.

When Song Chunhong was teaching the children, from time to time she looked at the calm figure in the yard from the window.

It's hard to imagine that a big boss who has done such a big business outside can hold his breath and sit still and do these trivial things at home when he returns home.

Looking at it, the eyes can't help being a little fascinated.

Wu Yuan was completely unaware of this.

Compared with Song Chunhong's gaze drifting over from the second floor from time to time, the feeling of the blazing sun's rays shining on her body is much more obvious.

Fortunately, dealing with crayfish is already familiar to him.

In addition, the thirteen-spice seasoning powder at home is ready-made.

After many days, Wu Yuan returned to his old job, and it was still smooth and smooth, pleasing to the eye.

On the contrary, if someone comes to help, not to mention not being able to keep up with his rhythm, it may disrupt his rhythm.

Soon, the cooking smoke in the kitchen rose up.

Fortunately, when the kitchen was first built, there were enough windows and the air ducts were cleverly designed.

On the one hand, it is for lighting, and on the other hand, it is also for ventilation.

Although it is said that there is not much difference between whether it is ventilated or not, at least when the stove is heated up, the whole room will be steamed, and people cooking in it will not sweat so much that they cannot be wiped off and fall into the pot.

Otherwise, when a pot of crayfish is burned down, there is no need to put any salt, just sweat is enough.

When four o'clock came, the smell of crayfish overflowed and floated upstairs.

Zhong Wenqiang is about to move, this is the smell that the old uncle personally delivered to the house last time.

As for Xiong Wu, he is even more confident, this is the taste of his mother.

Zhong Wenqiang was so angry that he looked at him: "If the old uncle taught the third aunt how to cook, how could you smell like a mother?"

After finishing speaking, he stuck out his tongue and made faces at Xiong Wu, expressing his disdain.

Zhong Wenya naturally supported her younger brother.

That Xiong Feiyan was forced to stand in line, standing next to her elder brother.

As a result, when the two of them joined, the confrontation immediately escalated.

Song Chunhong found that she coughed so many times that her throat was almost hoarse, but she couldn't hold it back.

I had to use my trump card in advance, and sternly reprimanded a few words.

One by one, they stopped.

Then Song Chunhong decisively ended today's trial teaching.

When they came downstairs, they didn't see Wu Yuan, but they asked Yang Luoyan, "Director Yang, did your dinner cook so early?"

Yang Luoyan heard the string song and knew the elegant meaning: "Did the restlessness of the children make you angry?"

Song Chunhong smiled and said, "They smelled the fragrance, so they were indeed distracted. Let alone them, even I was distracted. But this is not a problem. The main reason is that we don't have any preparations today, so we will end early."

Yang Luoyan hurriedly asked to stay: "Ms. Song, why don't you stay for a light meal? It just so happens that there is a big pot of lobster cooked at home, so you should try it too."

Song Chunhong insisted: "It can't be done. I got to know a lot of children today, and several of them are good seedlings. I have to go back as soon as possible to find teaching materials and prepare lessons in a targeted manner."

Yang Luoyan immediately thought: "If the textbooks are hard to find, Mr. Song, please tell me."

"Junior high school is hard to find," Song Chunhong said honestly. "After all, I am familiar with elementary school textbooks. But Wen Yong seems to have found all the books and brought them. This kid is very motivated to learn, and he will definitely be a good seed in the future."

Wu Yuan mentioned this to her more than once, Yang Luoyan naturally knew it in his heart.

But it's another matter from Mr. Song's mouth.

On the one hand, I feel honored, and on the other hand, I also feel that Mr. Song has a bit of perspective on students.

At least a reliable teacher.

So it would not be in vain for my man to make her a teacher.

Yang Luoyan thought so, and yelled upstairs: "Aren't you coming down to see off Teacher Song?"

Seven or eight children rushed down.

The teacher is finally leaving, so why not be more active?

After Yang Luoyan sent Song Chunhong out, he said apologetically, "Mr. Song, he was busy all afternoon and was taking a shower, so he couldn't come out to see you off."

When Song Chunhong heard this, she walked even faster after saying that she was fine.