The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 837 It’s fine if you don’t show up, but it’s amazing when you show up

  After the first wave of furniture was installed in the house, Yan Ruqing got into the red coupe and left in a hurry.

  According to her requirements for living experience, I'm afraid it will take a while longer.

   Far from being like myself and my wife, who moved here in a hurry.

   But looking back, Wu Yuan returned to his own house while worrying about what to give Yan Ruqing as a housewarming gift.

  So this network of relationships is very large, and there are many contacts between people.

   Every time you give a gift, you have to spend a lot of brains.

   While thinking about it, Wu Yuan stood by the fish pond and fed the perfect koi by the way.

   Then I heard someone calling at the gate: "Is anyone there?"

  Wu Yuan heard this voice somewhat familiar, and besides, he himself was standing in the yard, so close.

  So he told Ma Mingchao not to move, and went out by himself.

   After passing through the second gate, he saw the person coming through the arch.

   It was none other than Hua Niang, the proprietress of the canteen at the entrance of the alley.

  On weekdays, I always shrink in the canteen, not showing the mountains or dew, and not showing my face.

   It doesn't feel amazing and special at all.

  Who would have thought that this visit today, yo ho, rich and plump.

   "Yo, it turns out that Boss Wu is at home."

  Wu Yuan nodded and said: "The proprietress came to the door in person, what's the matter?"

  Huanniang stretched her neck to look around the yard and said, "I've entered a department store, and I can't move it alone, so I want to ask Master Ma to help me."

  As soon as Wu Yuan heard this, he said directly: "Forget it, don't look for him, I'll go."

   Unexpectedly, she was stopped by Hua Niang with a pale face: "Don't, don't, boss Wu, don't! How can I help you? I'd better ask Master Ma to help me."

   While speaking, Ma Mingchao had already arrived.

   Seeing this, he said without saying a word: "Boss, let me go, you just sobered up."

  Wu Yuan didn't think much about it except that he felt a little disgusted by others.

   Waved his hand and asked Ming Chao to follow.

  In the effort of one cigarette, Ma Mingchao went back and forth, and brought back two packs of Hongtashan.

  The cigarette cases were all deformed.

   It can be seen that there has been a lot of pushing and pulling.

   Ma Mingchao resentfully showed it to Wu Yuan and described it to him.

  After Wu Yuan listened, he smiled and asked back: "Ming Dynasty, could it be that Hua Niang has taken a fancy to you?"

   As soon as the voice fell, Ma Mingchao subconsciously took a step back and said: "Boss, don't talk nonsense. As you said, Hua Niang's yard is really big, and she might be a millionaire in the future. How can you like me?"

   "Besides, let Miao Hong know this, how will you live this day?"

   Ming Dynasty was right.

  In these days, communication and transportation are not so developed.

  Many words and specious things cannot be communicated.

  So there are not so many moths for a husband and wife who live in two places.

   But it is also because of poor circulation.

   Once there are some clues, they will be magnified without limit by this barrier.

  So that in the end, I couldn't live on, and broke up unhappy.

  So Ma Mingchao's vigilance is not wrong at all.

  Wu Yuan said sternly: "You're right, just treat it as a joke between me and my grandfather, what's the point of saying that?"

   "However, it is not easy for Hua Niang to open the door for business, so please help if you can."

   But the problem is that the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop.

  As the evening approached, when Wu Yuan was cooking dinner at home, Hua Niang came to the door with a plate of fried spring rolls.

  Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the fragrance wafts far away.

  Of course, this is about Hua Niang—the fried spring rolls in her hand.

   "Boss Wu, why are you still cooking at home?"

  Wu Yuan is in the kitchen in the front yard, cooking with a gas stove.

   As soon as Hua Niang entered the front yard, she took a full look.

  Wu Yuan raised his big spoon and said: "Idle is idle, do something casually."

  Hua Niang immediately brought the spring rolls in her hand and said: "Today, the child wants to eat, but accidentally fried a little too much, so bring some to Boss Wu and his wife to taste."

   "Yo, thank you so much, lady boss." Although Wu Yuan was close at hand, he still said to Ma Mingchao in the courtyard: "Mingchao, come and pick me up."

   This surprised Hua Niang.

  But she still handed the plate and spring rolls to Ma Mingchao.

  The fried spring rolls are picked up.

  But the two old men still showed their affection to Hua Niang, and they rushed to inexplicable.

   Until Yang Luoyan came back from get off work.

  As soon as he entered the courtyard, he smelled the aroma of fried spring rolls and asked, "What are you doing delicious?"

  Wu Yuan was busy frying green vegetables, so he responded casually, "We'll have boiled pork slices tonight!"

  Yang Luoyan sniffed again and said, "It's not the smell of sliced ​​meat."

  Wu Yuan finally understood: "Fried spring rolls? It was sent by the flower girl in the canteen."

  While speaking, Yang Luoyan walked to the dining table and smelled the slightly golden fried spring rolls: "That's the taste!"

   Then he said: "Look more and more with Hua Niang. In the future, we will not be in BJ. If there is something in the yard, Hua Niang can also take care of it."

   This is a reminder to Wu Yuan.

  Hua Niang's behavior today is probably just a normal exchange between neighbors.

   On the contrary, I thought too much and thought wrongly.

  So after dinner.

  Yang Luoyan didn't grab the job of cleaning the pots and dishes, so he ordered chocolate candies from the house and went to the Huaniang store.

  The work of washing pots and dishes was naturally snatched by Xu Zhaodi.

  Ma Mingchao was only a helper.

  But Yang Luoyan's visit lasted for a long time.

   Seeing that his daughter-in-law was not coming home, Wu Yuan didn't stay at home anymore, so he simply went out to the alley.

   I saw the old man strolling over with his hands behind his back.

   "Hey, my lord, have you eaten too much?" While speaking, Wu Yuan let go of his flowers and went up.

  The old man withdrew his hands behind his back, wiped his hands on the pockets in front of him, and then took Hua Zi: "How fresh, who is not eating at this time?"

  When Wu Yuan heard this, his tone was not very good.

   Take a closer look.

   Sure enough, I couldn't see clearly from far away just now.

   Now that I got closer, I realized that the old man had a stinky face, and the boss was not happy.

   "Master, what makes you so unhappy?"

   "You see it?"

"Um!"

   "It's frustrating to talk about this!" The master lit Huazi with the fire that Wu Yuan handed over, and then he puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "A foreigner came to buy antiques today, and I almost earned back the renovation fee for the courtyard house!"

  Wu Yuan couldn't help being stunned: "May I ask you, is the antique you sold to the foreigner real or fake?"

  The implication is that it is not a skill to sell real antiques at this price.

  If fake antiques are sold at this price, doesn't that mean cheating?

  Unexpectedly, the old man said straightforwardly: "It's really antiques, can we sell them to foreigners? Their ancestors just came down from the tree not long ago, so they know **** about antiques."

   Seeing Wu Yuan was still a little unconvinced.

  The master continued: "Let me tell you, in our antique world, what we play is a vision. Foreigners drill their own eyes and buy fakes. Can we blame us? He can't do as the Romans do when he enters the country!"

   Speaking of this, what else can Wu Yuan say?

  I can only give the master a thumbs up.

  (end of this chapter)