The Rebirth of 88 Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 58

In winter, it gets dark earlier than usual.

When Wu Yuan rushed to the village, it was already pitch black.

Only the lights leaking from the jagged doors on both sides of the road guide the passers-by.

Even so, Wu Yuan still stepped on the door of Fan's Restaurant.

It's not because he knows so much about Fan's restaurant, but because Fan's restaurant is the only private two-story building in the row of bungalows on the roadside.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fan Weimin and Xiong Gang, who were puffing out the clouds, hurried up to greet him, shaking the filter cigarette case in his hand, and said: "Boss Wu is a rare visitor, today's visit really makes the house shine."

Fan Weimin has a Chinese character face that is harmless to humans and animals. He is not only the owner of the restaurant, but also the only cook in the restaurant.

Such a person looks ordinary.

But Wu Yuan knew very well that this person was not simple.

Fan's restaurant can stand for five or six years, not because of Fan Weimin's superb cooking skills.

It's because Fan Weimin manages the relationship with the village well and roundly.

He has the ability to get the bill back when he encounters those who make IOUs when they eat.

So despite the loss of four or five other nearby restaurants, Fan's Restaurant is still doing well.

Wu Yuan took the other party's filter, and after pushing and shoving politely, he tilted his mouth, shielded himself from the wind, and let the other party light it for him: "I have admired the name of Fan's Restaurant for a long time, and I have long wanted to try Boss Fan's craftsmanship." , It's a pity that I used to be a poor man, but today I have a chance thanks to the help of a few elders."

Fan Weimin waved his hands again and again: "Boss Wu's words are wrong! For a young hero like you, no matter whether you have money or not, the poor house will welcome you."

At this moment, Xiong Gang came over and said, "Boss Fan is the first self-employed in our township."

Fan Weimin showed a bitter smile and said: "It was also to support the family back then, so I had no choice but to come forward."

Wu Yuan praised: "With this kind of courage, Boss Fan can make a fortune."

"Get rich together! Get rich together!"

While exchanging greetings, Fan Weimin welcomed the two into the private room on the second floor, and then hurried into the back kitchen.

Only Wang Wufu, the head of Xiawei Village brought by Xiong Gang, was in the private room.

After the two parties met, after lighting a cigarette, Xiong Gang asked, "Didn't you come with your old man? What about others?"

"Father went to invite old head Xu, and asked me to come over and take care of it first."

Xiong Gang nodded: "Your fourth brother-in-law will bring the village head of their village, whose surname is Cheng. In addition, Li Fugui and Li Laomao, the party secretary of Shangxu Village, will also be there."

The teams of the four villages are all here.

Wu Yuan stood up and said, "I'll go get some good wine from the box."

Xiong Gang chased him out the door: "What kind of wine are you going to get?"

"Get a box of Moutai?" Wu Yuan didn't hide anything, Moutai is not expensive now, and with his financial resources, he can afford it.

But Xiong Gang objected: "It's good to get a bottle of Moutai and try it out. Don't just use Moutai. Change the others to Shuanggou."

Wu Yuan showed hesitation.

Xiong Gang pushed him and said, "Just listen to me."

Without further hesitation, Wu Yuan went downstairs to ask.

As a result, he didn't see Fan Weimin himself when he went down to the first floor. He yelled several times before a female voice answered.

Immediately, an eighteen-year-old braided girl walked in from the backyard: "Why are you calling me dad?"

"I asked what wine was in the restaurant."

"Then you can ask me."

"Is there a double ditch?"

"Of course, our main specialty is Shuanggou wine. Do you want better, or almost? Better..."

"It's better, six bottles first. Is there another Moutai?"

"Moutai has to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy, but this point may be closed."

If this is the case, Wu Yuan has to ride back to get it.

A while ago, he went to a department store to check the situation, passed by the county supply and marketing cooperative, and bought a box of Moutai directly.

The price is really close to the people, and there is no purchase limit, so he couldn't hold back.

At this moment, Fan Weimin came out from the backyard, still smelling of cigarettes while speaking: "Boss Wu, how much Moutai do you want? There are still two or three bottles, she doesn't know about the child."

The braided girl was stabbed in the back by Lao Fan, she was suddenly unhappy, she twisted her body and stomped her feet: "How many times have I said this, I am no longer a child!"

Fan Weimin glared maliciously, but it didn't work at all.

The braided girl also took a look at Wu Yuan, and then reluctantly went back to the backyard and continued picking vegetables.

"Boss Fan, just a bottle of Moutai. We're just trying something new, and we won't be able to drink too much."

Fan Weimin nodded: "Don't worry, I'll have someone send it up later."

Wine was ordered.

Soon, the cadre teams from the other three villages also arrived one after another.

Everyone is older than him.

Wu Yuan sat down willingly, with his back to the door.

Seeing that the old man and the third brother-in-law were arranged in the upper seat, one on the left and one on the right.

So all of you here are smart people, and none of them are simple.

After the box of Yipinmei was finished, Wu Yuan yelled downstairs, telling him to take away the dishes.

Soon, the braid came up to the ground carrying six cold dishes.

Walking between the running water, the hands and feet are obviously a little rusty.

When Wu Yuan saw it, he quickly got up and gave his hand to help put the six plates of cold dishes on the table.

After setting out the cold dishes, Wang Wufu, the head of Xiaxu Village, who has always been harmless to humans and animals, said slowly: "Bing Bing, didn't your father tell you that the wine is served first when the food is served?"

Twisted pigtails were choked by this, and the thin-skinned suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He could only stomp his feet and say bitterly, "He's not called Bingbing, but Fan Bing!"

The old god Wang Wufu is here: "Bingbing is better."

Everyone nodded tacitly.

Immediately, Fan Bing moved Shuanggou up, and a bottle of Moutai white porcelain bottle was placed horizontally on it.

As soon as he entered the door, Li Laomao, the head of Shangwei Village who was sitting next to Wu Yuan, was taken aback.

Quickly got up and rushed over, took down the Maotai white porcelain bottle: "Oh, my goodness, this is Maotai, what if it falls and smashes it?"

After finishing speaking, Li Laomao hurriedly said: "Bah, bah, what kind of nonsense I am."

This hand ate and vomited.

It's not that I'm afraid that Moutai will hear it, but I'm afraid that everyone present will feel unlucky if they hear it.

After all, eight cadres from four villages sat together for a common development goal.

Fan Bing didn't say anything.

She is a girl, carrying a box of Shuanggou, and she is already struggling.

Coupled with Moutai, fine sweat oozes from the tip of the nose.

This is a cold day.

Even so, Xiong Gang was also a little displeased.

If this wine is served by Lao Fan or his wife, it is appointed that they will not serve it together.

First serve a case of Shuanggou wine.

When everyone is drinking enough, add a bottle of Moutai as a topping to push the atmosphere of the banquet to a new height.

In this way, why worry about a major event?
Well now, everyone has seen Moutai, and everyone wants to try Moutai first.

How can I control the rhythm of this table?

Fortunately, Party Secretary Yang, who is the oldest and most qualified, said: "Today, let's have a drink first, and Shuanggou Guan is enough. Then, through the taste of Moutai, we will experience the close cooperation and mutual benefit of our several villages. Development sweetness."

　Happy weekend, Yanzu Yifeis!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)