The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 221: It is not as good as you in terms of political performance, but it may not be true in terms of profit (24)

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.

If the old generation can still see the way, then Liu Juan is purely watching the fun.

With the two children, Wu Yuan was busy for a long time.

Turn around and say, it's done.

It's like juggling, who would believe that?

After Wu Yuan filled the water tank with water, lit the fire in the hearth, and stuffed a few fire-resistant twigs into it.

After a while, the room felt warmer.

Of course, this aspect also stems from the fact that the temperature is still above zero, which is not low.

With a little heat, the room feels warmer.

The old generation looked at Lie Xinxi, "Can I also install one in my house?"

Wu Yuan nodded: "Of course it can be installed, just punch a hole and go through the open tube."

"How much is it estimated?"

"A thousand pieces."

The old generation shrank his neck and shook it like a rattle: "Forget it. In fact, it's not too cold here in winter, just stomp your feet."

In fact, it is not only the cost of construction.

The cost of use is not low either.

When the weather is cold, once the house is warmed up, the firewood cannot be cut off.

Perhaps in the countryside, there will be no shortage of firewood.

But it takes someone to add it frequently.

It’s okay to buy frequently during the day, but what about at night? Just burn the briquettes.

It costs money to burn briquettes.

For most rural people, instead of spending money on burning coal balls to keep warm, it is better to wrap up the quilt tightly and hug the wife tightly.

After finishing the work, stay with the old generation to have dinner and drink in the evening.

The old generation is not happy.

It's all neighbors and it didn't help much.

This wine cannot be drunk.

So Wu Yuan took two packs of cigarettes for the old generation.

Turning around, the old father-in-law, Yang Zhishu, came in with his hands behind his back. Seeing that Rhubarb was threatening to charge him, he made a gesture of a hungry tiger, which scared Rhubarb and ran away with his tail between his legs.

Wu Yuan just laughed.

But Liu Juan came out of the room, scolded Da Huang, and said, "Useless thing, a bad old man, why are you afraid of becoming like this?"

Rhubarb could only sit and lick himself.

It also knows that this bad old man often comes and goes, so he can't really attack him.

When his wife pointed at Sang Huai and said something, Yang Zhishu's old face was dumbfounded, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

The young daughter-in-law always comes to accompany.

Now that the children are all married, and Liu Juan has remarried with her natal family, she is not afraid of him as an old man at all.

The arrogance also became arrogant.

Secretary Yang recognized the status quo and accepted the reality.

Followed Wu Yuan into the house, and took the Huazi handed over by his daughter-in-law. This is more or less face-saving.

But as soon as he entered the room, he felt it keenly: "It's really warm!"

Especially watching Liu Juan and her two children wearing a sweater, which is light and eye-catching.

Immediately felt that Wu Yuan's troubles were not in vain.

It is so fragrant to keep warm in the winter of Beigang!

But after the two of them got together and lit the cigarettes, before they could say a few words, Liu Juan threw them out and said, "Smoke outside, don't smoke the two children!"

That said, it's not right for my father-in-law to pinch or throw it away.

It was Wu Yuan who took the opportunity and said, "Father, let me show you how I do the heating."

So, the father and son moved to the kitchen next to the small building.

Fortunately, the inside is also clean and refreshing.

"Major Bian's silk reeling factory has broken ground, you know, right? I heard that he hired someone from southern Jiangsu to be the director of the factory."

Wu Yuan nodded, "It's time to start."

After all, the Panpan Furniture Factory, which landed at the same time, has done less than half of it.

"There will be more work next year. Once the wheat harvest is over, we will have to mobilize households to return the fields and mulberry crops. This is another tough job!"

"Um……"

The two of them chattered on and on until Yang Luoyan came back.

As soon as he entered the room, Yang Luoyan felt warm like spring, so he took off his bloated coat at that time.

Start busy preparing dinner.

The family is happy and harmonious.

Until there was a snap, the power went out.

Yang Zhishu was furious at that time: "It's not raining, it's not windy, why stop the electricity? I just want to ask Yan Electrician if he wants to do it again!"

Old Yan, an electrician, took over from Wu Yuansan's apprentice Zhu Liubiao.

Temperament slow.

No matter whether you beat or scold, you are always cheerful, but you don't take it to heart.

So this power outage, Wu Yuan knew that it was impossible to call every half an hour to an hour.

If it wasn't for the substation trip in the village, it would have taken even longer.

Fortunately, candles were lit in the house and we ate as usual.

In addition, the power outage does not affect the heating, and the impact is not great at all.

Secretary Yang stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice and vegetables indiscriminately, and left in a vigorous manner.

It seems that the electrician old Yan's scolding is inevitable.

In a blink of an eye, Sunday, November 12th.

Wu Yuan just came to the construction site of Panpan Furniture Factory, Yang Guozhu muttered when he saw him: "I heard that you are back, why are you here today?"

"Second Uncle, I leave the matter to you, why should I worry about it? I'm really free today, so I stopped by to have a look."

"A few days ago, the head of Bian Township came to me to ask for someone. I had no choice but to borrow their two masters."

Wu Yuan handed Yang Guozhu a cigarette and said, "He is the head of the township, so he can only give it to someone who wants it."

Then Yang Guozhu said secretly: "But don't worry, I won't let go of the real good master."

"Where is the silk reeling factory built?"

Yang Guozhu pointed casually: "See, that construction site two miles away."

Erlidi sounds far, but it's actually not that far.

Especially in this unobstructed eastern suburb of the county.

Wu Yuan touched the smoke on his body and said, "Then I have to go and have a look."

Yang Guozhu nodded: "It's all here, I have to take a look."

The distance of two miles is seven or eight minutes on foot.

When Wu Yuan rushed to the construction site of the silk reeling factory, Bian Xiaosheng happened to be there, personally guiding the construction of the factory building.

Seeing Wu Yuan coming, he immediately dismissed the people around him, and took Wu Yuan for a walk in high spirits.

It can be seen that Bian Xiaosheng wants to do something practical.

Turning this silk reeling factory into a business card of Beigang, people will think of Bian Xiaosheng when they mention the silk reeling factory.

"Believe it or not, when the silk reeling factory really develops, it will be as profitable as your furniture factory."

Wu Yuan nodded, you are the mayor, you are right in everything you say.

Bian Xiaosheng saw his duplicity, and then emphasized: "Believe it or not, the low-cost silkworm cocoons are harvested and made into silk that is easy to sell and sell. Not only will it drive the mulberry and sericulture business in all towns and villages, but also increase profits and taxes. , benefit the country and the people!"

Wu Yuan continued to nod. If you want to say that it is beneficial to the country and the people, then the furniture factory is really incomparable.

But in terms of profitability, we have to compare.

But there are some things that Wu Yuan should say, but he will still say them.

"Major Bian, the silk reeling factory is built here, and the terrain is low. Have you considered the need for flood control?"

"I've considered it!" Bian Xiaosheng said without hesitation, "I asked the people from the County Survey Bureau to read it, and they said that raising the foundation by 20 centimeters is not a big problem."

Upon hearing this, many of Wu Yuan's dusty memories gradually became clear.

The first shutdown of the silk reeling factory was flooded.

"Major Bian, I suggest that you raise the height a little more, so that you will be prepared for any danger."