The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

After talking to Zhang Yongcheng, Wu Yuan walked away regardless of whether he listened or not.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan ran over and said, "Master, is there any farm work you haven't done at home? I'll go and do it for you. It's inappropriate for such a big boss to carry a shovel into the field by yourself."

Wu Yuan laughed and said, "I just went to sweep graves, not farm work."

Zhang Yan suddenly realized: "Then I can't replace it, so I'll go back to work."

"Go."

Leaving the construction site of the village-run primary school, Wu Yuan strolled leisurely to the ground where the old man and old lady's mausoleum was.

It used to be a wheat field here, but in summer it would be changed to soybeans because it is not easy to get water, but now it has all been shoveled out, and the fields have been returned to plant mulberries.

It's just that the mulberry tree was only half planted, and it was quite far from the grave.

In the field that was originally a wheat field, there were actually not many weeds. Even the original wheat seedlings had been shoveled, making it even more bare.

Only occasionally one or two handfuls of wheat seedlings were buried in the soil, and they still came out obliquely from the side, showing tenacious vitality.

However, this is also useless.

Because the next moment, they were picked up by Wu Yuan with a shovel and directly lifted.

Turning around like this, Wu Yuan felt that there was a lot of movement, which might disturb the ancestors who were sleeping underground.

So I stuck the shovel into the ground, stood at the place where I usually come to burn paper, and began to say: "My ancestors, grandpa, grandma, father, mother, I am here to visit your graves."

"By the way, I want to make your place of residence better and more beautiful, but I don't know what your ancestors like. How about this, why don't you just discuss it, and after discussing it, entrust me with a dream, and I will have it too a charter..."

The spring breeze was blowing, and it took away Wu Yuan's broken thoughts.

I don't know if the ancestors of the old Wu family heard it.

But Wu Yuan was almost ready, so he carried the shovel up to the field ridge from the west end of the field, and then walked forward.

This leads to the road to the west of the village.

As a result, as he was walking, he ran into Zhang Laosi hitting Nantou with a shovel on his shoulder.

This was inevitable, and it happened naturally.

Now that the matter of land exchange has been handed over to the old man, Wu Yuan doesn't plan to participate directly, and just nods to Zhang Laosi and says hello.

However, unexpectedly, Zhang Laosi took out his cigarette and said, "Boss Wu, I heard that you want to exchange that piece of land with my family?"

It seems that the old branch secretary has already mentioned this matter to him.

Wu Yuan admitted generously and said: "That's right, I'm planning to repair it briefly, and I'd like to ask the fourth brother to accommodate me."

Brothers are called, Wu Yuan thinks his attitude is in place.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lao Si said constipatedly: "Accommodating is possible, but the land of the old branch secretary's house is not as good as that of my house."

Wu Yuan asked bluntly: "Then you have set your sights on that piece of land?"

Zhang Laosi made a trick and said: "My guy has taken a fancy to your piece of land."

It refers to the part of Wu Yuan's family land, on the north bank of the village road, next to the river canal.

In fact, it is no wonder that Zhang Laosi has taken a fancy to his own piece of land.

A few years ago, when my third sister Wu Xiuhua came to help with the planting, there was no shortage of fertilizers, and the soil was definitely rich enough.

So much so that anyone who passed by his own wheat field couldn't help giving a thumbs up and boasting: "This land is really good."

But having said that, the old man's land is not much different in essence.

But since Zhang Lao Si mentioned it, Wu Yuan didn't bother to chat with him, and said directly: "You can see it, I'll go and tell Dad."

Originally, if Zhang Lao Si had agreed with the father-in-law, Wu Yuan could still accept his favor, but he was not allowed to make up for it in other places in the future.

Now that he wants his own "good land" by name, the favor will be gone.

If you change it, you will change it.

So separated from Zhang Laosi, Wu Yuan walked to the west end of the village, and when he turned a corner, he saw the old man standing at the entrance of the village gate.

Gossiping with Old Xu Tou and Accountant Li.

When Wu Yuan told the story of Zhang Laosi to his father-in-law, the old branch secretary jumped up and down and cursed.

"Father, it won't happen, it won't happen."

Wu Yuan hurriedly stopped him, and even persuaded with the old head Xu: "Don't be angry, you should have known what kind of person Zhang Lao Si is."

Accountant Li even changed the subject and said: "It's a trivial matter. It's almost noon. If you want to see your son, hurry up."

According to the custom in Beigang, when you go to the hospital to visit patients, you must go in the morning.

To be precise, before twelve noon.

The same is true for my own family.

Wu Yuan also urged: "Then hurry up, Dad, I will let Ming Chao take you there."

The old branch secretary couldn't help but be pushed away with his hands behind his back, but he insisted: "I don't bother to see him because he doesn't live up to expectations. It's not your mother who made a pot of chicken soup and insisted on sending it to me. "

"Yes, yes, I will trouble you to make a trip."

While comforting the old father-in-law, Wu Yuan said to old Xu: "Uncle Xu, please help me shout on the loudspeaker and ask Ming Chao to drive to my house as soon as possible."

Old Xu raised his head and said, "Don't worry, I'll go in and call right away."

Accompanying her father-in-law back to her small building, Liu Hui had already finished stewing the chicken soup and was simmering it on the gas stove.

Seeing the old man coming over, he kept busy talking: "Why did you come? It's time to pass."

It's about noon.

So Wu Yuan explained: "No hurry, Mom, I'll let Ming Chao come and see Dad off."

Liu Hui glanced at her father-in-law, and raised the corner of her mouth knowingly.

He's a dead old man, and he still wants to sneak around.

I really went back more and more, and my mind became smaller and smaller.

After a while, Ma Mingchao arrived in a silver Santana, quietly at the door, holding a duster, dusting off the plaster on the car body.

The old branch secretary came out with an awkward look on his face, holding a thermos bucket in his arms.

Ma Mingchao immediately reacted and said: "The old branch secretary is going to see Mengzi, right?"

Seeing Wu Yuan waving at him behind his back, he quickly withdrew and said, "Look at my mouth! Get in the car, old branch secretary, and I'll drive slowly to make sure the soup doesn't spill."

The silver Santana drives on a cobblestone road in the country.

Keeping the soup from spilling requires not only high driving skills, but also a clear understanding of road conditions.

Fortunately, Ma Mingchao has already run this road many times.

He knows exactly where there are pits and where there are larger stones.

However, what gave him a headache was not whether the car was driving well, but because he didn't know what to talk about along the way with the old branch secretary.

It's really a few words before getting in the car, it's a bit suspected of chatting to death.

Until the old branch secretary took the lead to break the deadlock and said: "Ming Dynasty, when you were soldiers, there should be a lot of injuries and fractures, right?"

Ma Mingchao immediately understood and said: "It's too commonplace. Those like Mengzi who only have plaster casts are considered the lightest. Those who are serious have steel nails or even major surgery. There are too many of them."

"Will it affect your life in the future?"

"It depends on the specific situation, Mengzi, it basically has no effect."