Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 104

Yang Zhenyu said honestly: "Uncle, it's like this. Now the condition of the pigsty is definitely not enough to open a farmhouse. It needs to be repaired. I think it needs workers for the repair. I will ask you, would you like to do it?"

"Yes, yes, why are you asking? It's not like you don't know your uncle's personality. If you say a word, I can just take someone to do it." Luo Guiwen patted his legs and said.

"Then it's settled like this, old man, go find me two masons and start working the day after tomorrow." Yang Zhenyu stood up and said, "We will settle the salary after we finish it, not outsiders."

Luo Guiwen understood the meaning of Yang Zhenyu's words, "Xiao Yang, just count me as a small worker. I know the prices of carpenters and masons. You paid too much, and the old uncle felt even more sorry. Your old uncle knows how much he has. very.

As long as you have work to do, you can think about your uncle. "

"That's a must." Yang Zhenyu smiled, waved his hand and said, "I'll talk about the wages later, I promise I won't lose you, and let you give my aunt an explanation."

After returning, he immediately contacted the furniture factory on the street, and Yang Zhenyu asked the owner of the furniture factory to share some wood back.

In the afternoon, the owner of the furniture factory dragged the wood to the village.

Yang Zhenyu went to the scene to direct, and poured all the wood into the dam outside the pigsty.

"Boss Luo, thank you, thank you, you have solved my urgent need!" Yang Zhenyu shook hands with the owner of the furniture factory and smiled.

Boss Luo said: "Director Yang, there is enough wood in the factory. If you buy it with money, how can I not sell it? If there is not enough, then call me, and I can share some for you."

The car did not turn off, Boss Luo collected the money after speaking, climbed into the car and drove away.

Yang Zhenyu walked back to the fork in the road and sat down to rest.

Yang Wenbin immediately opened a bottle of cold beer and brought it up, "I saved it yesterday."

"Thank you, sir." Yang Zhenyu took a sip, feeling comfortable.

"It's getting hotter today!"

He squinted at the sun that was about to enter the house and sighed.

Yang Wenbin was wearing an old red vest and a pair of straw sandals he made himself. He raised his legs and waved his cattail fan.

With a calm face, he didn't take the temperature seriously.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yang Zhenyu found a radio on an old-fashioned container in the canteen, and got up to take a look curiously.

"I bought it in 20, the Panda brand. It was a rare thing at the time. After I got a TV, it was useless. It was rusted after [-] years." Yang Wenbin recalled.When they bought this radio back then, the villagers regarded him as a rich man.

Yang Zhenyu suddenly said: "Master, why don't you sell me this radio?"

Yang Wenbin stared blankly at Yang Zhenyu, "Honey! Now that you young people are all using smartphones, why do you need a radio?

Besides, if you want to use it, you can buy a good one, and you don't need to ask for it to ring. "

Yang Zhenyu saw it as an old object, and wanted to buy it and put it in the farmhouse store for decoration, to play with feelings. As for whether it is good or bad, and whether it can ring, it doesn't matter much.

"Master, I like this kind of old objects, I take them back for decoration." Yang Zhenyu said.

"Oh! That's it. Xiao Yang, if you like it, you can just take it, and it will take up space if you put it there. Your uncle is getting old, and he doesn't like to turn things up and down. You can get it yourself."

Yang Wenbin was also straightforward. Yang Zhenyu often took care of his business. People in the village helped him with the work. He took all the water, cigarettes, and wine from him. It was just a broken radio, which was directly given to Yang Zhenyu.

"Thank you, sir."

Yang Zhenyu was also polite, and went in to transfer the goods.

Yang Wenbin smiled and said, "Xiao Yang, remember to arrange the goods for me later."

"Okay! Don't worry, Mr. Yang."

Yang Zhenyu moved the cargo box, took out the radio, patted the dust on it, picked it up and said with a smile: "It's quite heavy."

Yang Wenbin smiled and fanned.

After taking out the things, put the goods back in again.

He came out and drank the remaining half bottle of beer in one gulp, and went back with the radio in his arms.

Yang Wenbin looked at Yang Zhenyu's excited appearance, shook his fan and said with a smile, "This baby is like picking up a treasure."

I can't understand Yang Zhenyu's mood.

In fact, there are many old objects in the countryside. Although they are no longer needed, the villagers are reluctant to throw them away. They pile them up and down, taking up all the land.

On the way back, Yang Zhenyu thought about collecting some old objects to decorate the farmhouse.

He himself is also a person who likes to nostalgia, and this group of elders who have gone out of the countryside often like to chat about the past, and these old objects can resonate.

He brought the radio home, put it on the stool at the door of the house, and asked Wang Xiuying, "Grandma, is the sewing machine you used when you were young still there?"

Wang Xiuying glanced at the dilapidated radio on the stool, then at the sweating grandson, and said distressedly, "My dear grandson, why are you messing with these things?"

"Grandma, I remember you didn't throw away the sewing machine, did you?" Yang Zhenyu continued to ask.

Wang Xiuying nodded and said, "It's at the head of the room where your master and I slept before."

Yang Zhenyu jumped into the threshold of the house with a smile, stumbled his feet, almost fell to the ground, and staggered into the back room.

"Slow down, what's the matter with you baby today?" Wang Xiuying looked back with a puzzled expression.

Yang Zhenning turned around for a long time, his head was covered with dust, and his face was covered with cobwebs, and he walked out with a smile while carrying the Hongyan sewing machine.

"Oh, grandson, a rotten sewing machine made you look like this, go and wash it." Wang Xiuying urged, while running to fetch water.

Wang Xiuying came up with a washbasin and a handkerchief, wrung out the handkerchief and handed it to Yang Zhenyu, "Wipe it quickly."

Yang Zhenyu took it and wiped his face casually, then took a handkerchief and began to wipe the sewing machine.

Wang Xiuying looked distressed, and patted Yang Zhenyu's arm heavily, "Silly boy, the face towel I just bought is for wiping your face, use it to wipe these rotten things."

Yang Zhenyu smiled and comforted: "Grandma, I'll go to the street to buy some for you some other day, the handkerchief is not worth much."

Pointing to the sewing machine and radio in front of him, he smiled, "This is the good stuff."

Wang Xiuying looked at it over and over again, and said disgustedly: "The old lady's eyes are not bad, you lied to me? What kind of good thing is this? No one uses it now."

"Grandma, don't get angry. Sit down and rest. It's useless in others' hands, but it's very useful in my hands." Yang Zhenyu comforted Wang Xiuying while wiping, "By the way, Grandma, you know more about me than I do, so please help me to ask." Ask who still has these old things and ask them to bring them over and sell them to me."

Wang Xiuying was shocked and said: "What? You want to use money to buy these junk things?"

After finishing speaking, he immediately worried: "Grandson, tell grandma honestly, have you encountered any difficulties recently?"

Wang Xiuying looked worried.

(End of this chapter)