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Chapter 13 Start Renovation

At almost 11 o'clock in the morning, Yang Xingyu drove his cousin's three-wheeled motorcycle and pulled a load of decoration materials home.

There are about a dozen steel bars on the car that he plans to use as chopping boards; there are also some cheap ceramic tiles; there are also some water pipes, sinks, wires, sockets, etc., as well as a two-burner liquefied gas stove and liquefied gas tank , filled a whole carriage.

As for sand, cement, and bricks, on his way to the county town to buy steel bars and ceramic tiles, he found a sand and cement seller in the town and asked them to send a truck over.

When Yang Xingyu returned home, the sand, cement, and bricks he ordered were already piled on the drying field in front of his house.

Father Yang Qingshi was sitting on the threshold of the gate, smoking a cigarette with an ugly face. He obviously still disapproved of his son's troubles.

Yang Xingyu glanced at him, smiled, and drove the tricycle directly into his yard.

In the kitchen, her mother Fang Xiaomei was making lunch. When she heard the noise in the yard, she quickly walked to the kitchen door and took a look. When she saw her son coming back from buying a tricycle, she frowned and asked, "Where did you get a tricycle? Why did you buy such a tricycle?" Come back with so many things? Your dad will definitely say that you are a prodigal again!"

Yang Xingyu smiled, but before he answered, his father Yang Qingshi's angry scolding came from the back door of the main room: "He is a prodigal! The business has not been done yet! He just bought so many things and came back to decorate the kitchen. What he did, the business It’s weird to be able to make money!”

Yang Xingyu didn't argue with him. While moving the liquefied gas stove from the car, he said, "Dad! Help me move the liquefied gas tank!"

"I won't move it for you!"

Yang Qingshi drank with a dark face, turned around and left.

Yang Xingyu was helpless and stopped calling him. He moved the liquefied gas stove into the main room and then turned around to move the liquefied gas tank in.

Then, he went to the kitchen to move an old table for serving dishes into the main room.

While cooking, Fang Xiaomei asked puzzledly: "What are you doing? Why buy a good liquefied gas stove? How can our family afford that?"

Yang Xingyu moved the table out and replied casually: "Mom! I'm going to renovate the kitchen these days. I don't have room to cook for the time being, so you can make do with a liquefied gas stove in the main room for a few days."

Fang Xiaomei: "I don't know how to use it either!"

"I'll teach you later! It's very simple."

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After Yang Xingyu installed the liquefied gas stove in the corner of the main room, his mother also started to put dishes on the table in preparation for lunch.

Yang Xingyu happened to be hungry, so he went to the kitchen to wash his hands, took a pair of bowls and chopsticks, put a large bowl of rice in the pot and went to the main room to eat.

While eating, his father Yang Qingshi still had a dark face.

Yang Xingyu took two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, and when he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, he said casually: "Dad! Calm down! Look, I bought everything and spent the money. What's the use of being angry now? Right?" "

With one sentence, Yang Qingshi was so angry that he slapped his chopsticks on the table and scolded: "Do you still know how much money was spent? When I built these three main houses, I didn't even use a few bags of cement. Look at you today How much cement was sent here? With so much cement, I can build three more main houses!"

Yang Xingyu picked up a chopstick and stuffed the stir-fried water spinach with green pepper into his mouth. He looked at his father with a funny look, chewed a few times, swallowed it, and sighed: "Dad! You have your own style and habits in doing things, and I have mine. Style and habits, you have worked so hard all these years to send me to school, are you trying to train me to be like you? You said, if I do things exactly like you, wouldn’t my studies all these years have been in vain? You say so no?"

Yang Qingshi had a stern face, and the anger on his face seemed to have subsided a little, but his tone was still aggressive, "I sent you to study, not to let you imitate other people's extravagance and waste! Do you live like this?"

Fang Xiaomei watched the father and son argue and ate their food in silence, just watching without interrupting.

Yang Xingyu gave his father a piece of fried eggs with green pepper and said harmoniously: "Dad, this is my first time to start a business after graduating from college. I know that there must be a lot of things you don't like about what I do, and I also know that you It's for my own good, but, Dad, I hope you can support me more and hit me less. Just let me do what I want. Even if I fail in the end, I have nothing to say and no one can blame me. I will definitely not blame you, what do you think?"

Yang Qingshi frowned and looked at his son's young face. He suddenly found that his son's eyes were very calm, not as impetuous as before.This discovery made Yang Qingshi a little distracted, because he couldn't remember when his son had such a calm look in his eyes.

It seems that my son has grown up so unconsciously.

When Fang Xiaomei saw that her husband was silent, she couldn't help but persuade him softly: "His father and Xiaoyu have already talked about this. How about you let him have his way for once? What if he really starts a business?" ?”

Yang Qingshi looked at her and then at Yang Xingyu, his expression softened a lot, but he still had no good words on his lips, "Huh, just get used to him! A loving mother often loses her son!"

Fang Xiaomei pouted.

Yang Xingyu smiled, knowing that his father had been convinced.

His father's temper had never been very good.

In the original time and space, he had a tough temper and often clashed with his father. His father wanted to take care of everything he did, but he always went toe-to-toe with his father and never gave in.

As time went by, his father's temper became worse and worse, and he also had a very unhappy life. Later, he simply stopped staying in his hometown and packed up his luggage and went to the Magic City.

Now that he has been reborn, his personality has changed a lot.

When getting along with others, he has long been accustomed to using different attitudes towards people with different personalities. He no longer responds tit-for-tat to his father's violent temper.

So far, the effect seems to be okay.

After lunch, Yang Xingyu invited his parents to move the things out of the kitchen and emptied the entire kitchen.

During this period, my mother had no complaints. Although my father Yang Qingshi also helped, he still didn't look good.

After spending more than an hour emptying the kitchen, Yang Xingyu took a sledgehammer from a tricycle and started smashing the windows.

He moved a lot of decoration tools from his cousin's house, including this sledgehammer.

As soon as the hammer came down, there was a bang, and several pieces of glass on the window were shattered.

Yang Qingshi turned away so distressed that he couldn't bear to look any further.

That was his hard work back then.

The bang bang bang sound of the sledgehammer seemed to hit Yang Qingshi's heart. Yang Qingshi opened his mouth several times to curse, but finally restrained himself.

He had been frugal for half his life, how could he bear to see his son smash a good window?

Yang Xingyu finished taking down the windows and the kitchen door.

During this period, he caught a glimpse of his father's ugly face and his heart moved slightly. He guessed that his father was distressed about these things, so he stopped temporarily and said to his father: "Dad! Go ahead and help me with some mortar! It will be used soon."

Yang Qingshi snorted coldly, walked out of the kitchen with a dark face, and went to move bricks.

Out of sight, out of sight, he finally felt better.

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