The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 857 Although formalistic, but the effect is good

  With the help of Ma Mingchao, nearly half of the generous gift returned to the trunk of the car.

  Song Chun and the matchmaker sent out the door.

  Holding the two children, caressing, loving, reluctant to let go.

   Alarmed the neighbors of the third team.

  The door of the Bentley Mulsanne opened.

   Yueyue in Wang Feng's arms saw this, and said obediently: "Goodbye, grandma."

  Xiao Jiang in Song Chunhong's arms also imitated the same way: "Goodbye godmother."

   Immediately, the chrysalis landed on the ground and got into the car.

  Wu Yuan first protected his wife and went to the back row, then waved at Song Chunhong and the third team, got in the car and left.

   Watching the taillights of the Bentley Mulsanne drift away.

   It wasn't until they disappeared into the boundless night and saw the last couple of Song Chun and Hong Niang that they turned and went back to their home.

  As soon as she entered the main room, Song Chunhong couldn't wait to say: "Mom, quickly take out the tofu, I'm starving to death."

  Wang Feng smiled and said, "Let's eat some pickled vegetables to deal with it. The two children like fried tofu, and they ate them all in one sitting."

  Song Chunhong couldn't laugh or cry and said: "These two little greedy cats have no strength, so they really can't be their godmothers."

   Pickle lumps are not actually served with rice.

   But if the rice is soaked in boiling water, it will be much better.

  While planing water to make rice, the two girls crunched pickled lumps while biting.

  Wang Feng smiled and said while eating, "Did you see it? The clothes the two children are wearing today are clothes made by you."

  Song Chunhong nodded.

  Wang Feng continued: "On this point, Luoyan's thoughts are stronger than yours. No wonder you have no fate with my uncle!"

"mom!"

   "Okay, okay, don't talk about this." Wang Feng planed a mouthful of rice and said, "But I accepted the gift because of this."

   "Really?" Song Chunhong teased: "I thought you didn't eat and didn't have the strength to push and push with others, so you made such a bad move."

  Wang Feng ignored her daughter's ridicule, and chewed a piece of pickled vegetable in her mouth carefully: "Luoyan is right, I have to take care of myself, so that I can watch the two children grow up healthily."

   On the way back.

   In front of the two children, the couple didn't say anything.

   After all, children can speak now and learn to speak.

   You still have to pay attention to it.

  Back to Wu's small building, Yang Zhishu is still there.

  For the old couple, one is sitting on one end of the sofa, and the other is sitting on the other.

  No one suffers.

   Seeing Wu Yuan and his wife come back, Branch Secretary Yang shook the coat on his shoulders, got up and said, "I'm leaving."

  Liu Hui was busy pulling the two children to take a bath and sleep, and had no time to talk to him.

   Wu Yuan had no choice but to follow him to the village road behind the small building before turning back.

  The night is quiet.

  Liu Hui and the two children went to bed early.

  In the bedroom on the first floor, the couple snuggled up together.

  Wu Yuan said with lingering fear: "I thought there would be a fierce battle tonight, but it turned out..."

  Before he finished speaking, his daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan pressed her forward.

  The fierce battle is coming!

  Wu Yuan wanted to explain, but he didn't mean that.

  But when things come to an end, stretching out your head is also a shot, and shrinking your head is also a shot.

   There is no way to explain the fact that the bullets are not finished.

  Until the magazine was emptied, Wu Yuan didn't bother to explain, and fell asleep until dawn.

  Dawn is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which falls on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month and the third day in the Gregorian calendar.

  Although it is one of the four grand festivals in the countryside.

  But the class photo is on, and the study photo is open.

  Even the reunion dinner of the whole family was set at night.

  Being heart-to-heart, Wu Yuan drove straight to Panpan Furniture Factory early in the morning.

   During the festival, he can give himself a day off and not work.

  But as a boss, condolences still have to be brought to the front line and down to the grassroots.

   Looks like formalism, but the effect is still good.

  So as soon as the Bentley Mulsanne arrived at the gate of the factory, the door guard Xiaowei was very excited. He stood at attention and saluted, which was very smooth and standard.

  Even Lao Su, who was usually squatting in the reception room, stood at the factory gate today.

  Seeing the boss’s car stop, I immediately went to say hello and greetings.

   Sure enough, the boss rewarded him with two packs of cigarettes, and gave Xiao Wei a pack after changing hands.

  Wu Yuan came here today to express condolences, so naturally he doesn't care about a few packs of cigarettes.

  Wait until the car stopped downstairs, Wu Yuan pushed the door and got off the car, and went upstairs.

  Because he arrived so early, most offices were still closed.

  Only Sang Yu, who lives in the factory, arrived early and was cleaning the office inside and out.

  Hearing footsteps from far to near, Sang Yu couldn't believe it at first, and was busy.

  Until Wu Yuan's voice sounded from behind: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

  Sang Yu was pleasantly surprised and inexplicably said: "Hello boss, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

   "Shall we go home for the holidays today?"

   "Well, yes."

  Sang Yu nodded obediently and replied, then quickly put down the rag and said, "Boss, I'll fetch water and make tea for you."

  Sang Yu just left.

  In the corridor, there was the sound of clanging high-heeled shoes.

  Listening to the rhythm of the high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, Wu Yuan knew that there was no one else besides his aunt.

  Zhao Guo and other girls in the administration department also wear high heels, but their steps are much lighter and more delicate.

   Not as aggressive as Yang Chenyu.

  Yang Chenyu is in a bad mood today.

  Since the opening of the Asian Games, Panpan Furniture Factory has welcomed a new round of business explosion.

   But after the eruption, the excitement and excitement passed quickly.

  The rest is endless arranging production, contacting transportation, and collecting accounts.

  It's all work.

   Coupled with the fact that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, this irritability is even more overwhelming.

  So when I went upstairs and saw the factory director's office door was open, but the little girl from the administration department was not there, I couldn't help but get mad at that time.

  He went straight to the factory director's office, ready to make an example of others.

   As a result, she never thought about it. Before she reached the door, she heard a familiar voice from inside saying: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, big sister."

  Yang Chenyu lost his momentum, and immediately lost his defense.

   Even with a trembling voice, he said, "Boss, why are you here?"

  Wu Yuan casually said: "Mid-Autumn Festival, you all insist on going to work. Isn't it reasonable for me to come?"

   These words sound cold.

  The coldness is like a touch of coolness, which goes straight to the bottom of my heart.

  In an instant, Yang Chenyu's inner irritability was gone, and he came back happily and said, "Hmph, you have a conscience!"

  This tone is a bit annoying.

  But Wu Yuan has long been used to it, looked outside and said, "You're already here, but Second Uncle hasn't arrived yet?"

As soon as he said this, Yang Chenyu laughed even more: "Ever since Second Uncle drove to work by himself, he has never arrived earlier than me. I heard that he drives very slowly, and he is better than Erba Dagang a little."

   As soon as the words fell, Yang Guozhu's exasperated voice came from outside and said: "Nonsense, I have already blocked it by hanging two today!"

  Yang Guozhu's shout doesn't matter.

   But it happened to be when most of the workers in the building arrived.

  So, for a while, the upstairs and downstairs were full of happy air.

  (end of this chapter)