Since the atmosphere is here.
Wu Yuan could only hold the wine bottle and ask: "Will the flower lady also come with some?"
Sure enough, the next moment, Hua Niang took the porcelain vase from Maotai and said, "How can I trouble you, Boss Wu? I'll do it myself."
Immediately, I took a small cup of it myself.
The three-coin cup type.
In this case, it’s quite good.
At least this was what she drank by herself, and no one tried to persuade her.
Then the man looked at Hua Niang’s small cup of wine, which was almost full but not overflowing.
Suddenly exclaimed: "This is an expert!"
In Na Ye’s opinion, women who can pour wine will naturally know how to drink.
Mr. Guan also nodded.
Then Hua Niang steadily picked up the wine cup, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly: "The last time I drank Maotai, it was when I married into Lao Wei's family, and I drank a glass of wine with my child's father."
Good guy, upon hearing this, Mr. Na and Mr. Guan both looked at Wu Yuan and laughed tacitly.
Wu Yuan was wronged, what does it have to do with him?
You can't just drink Maotai and have a wedding, right?
However, seeing the flower lady holding the three-coin cup without spilling anything, Wu Yuan agreed with the master's judgment.
Hua Niang is obviously a drinker.
Even so, Hua Niang drank two cups with Na Ye, Guan Ye and Wu Yuan in succession, and after collecting six cups in total, she stopped drinking.
As for Ma Mingchao, he doesn’t drink alcohol.
Xiao Erliang has gone to Maotai, and Hua Niang has hardly changed much except for being a little charming.
In comparison, that man also drank two ounces of wine.
Then he started to pick up his old friend Guan Ye and interrupted: "Lao Guan, you have one foot in the coffin. Have you figured out what to do with those guys at home?"
Wu Yuan was immediately curious when he heard this.
He has seen Mr. Guan’s yard before, and it is obviously waterless.
What can happen to this guy?
Seeing Wu Yuan's confusion, the man started to pour out: "You don't know, Mr. Wu, the furniture in Lao Guan's courtyard is much more than the one you often go in and out of."
“And there are not only various ancestral furniture, but also some literati’s calligraphy and paintings. This guy is hiding them all as treasures.”
The courtyard that I often visit is naturally Huang Lao's courtyard house.
Master Guan collects more antique furniture than Mr. Huang?
This somewhat shocked Wu Yuan.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Guan also said angrily: "Don't blame me! The pots and jars in your yard are no less than the things in my house. What are you going to do with it?"
The man finished talking about the Maotai in the wine cup and said: "At least I have a son!"
The meaning of this statement is naturally that Mr. Guan has no descendants.
As if to confirm Wu Yuan's guess, Hua Niang explained: "When Mr. Guan was young, he had a lot of romantic debts. Everyone in this alley knows about it, but there is not a single man and a half woman left."
Mr. Guan ignored Hua Niang and said directly to him: "What's the difference between your son and his death? How many years has it been since he came back to see you?"
This time Hua Niang did not explain, but asked directly: "Well, how did you and your eldest brother break up back then? Over the years, everything has been said in the alley."
The old man sighed: "What else can happen? It's just that the brat wanted to sell a piece of blue and white porcelain that I have collected, but I didn't let him."
As soon as these words came out, Guan Ye immediately pointed at Na Ye’s forehead and said: "Old fool! Since your pots and jars will belong to him sooner or later, why do you care about selling them sooner or later?"
The man shook his head stubbornly and said: "I can't sell it while I'm still breathing! When I die, I can love someone else."
With such talk, I gulped down two bottles of Maotai. Seeing that these two old guys were almost drunk, Wu Yuan simply asked them to stay at home to rest.
So as not to have someone with three shortcomings and no one to take care of him.
In the end, the two of them helped each other get up, one waved their hands, the other shook their heads and walked out.
Wu Yuan originally wanted to stop him.
However, Hua Niang stopped her and said: "Forget it, the two of them are old antiques who don't know the bed. If they change places, they won't be able to sleep."
In this case, Wu Yuan simply said: "I will send them back."
Wait until Wu Yuan sends the two of them back to their respective homes before coming back.
The flower girl has already put away the pots and pans.
The house is clear and bright, and looks like new.
The Dan people have left.
Back in the main room, the teapot on the tea table was steaming.
At first glance, it seems that the tea has been brewed.
Wu Yuan sipped two cups to dilute the taste of wine in his mouth.
Just listen to the landline phone ringing on the table.
I leaned over to pick it up and heard that it was my wife calling from her hometown. There were also the babbling sounds of two children on the other end of the phone.
After the daily greetings, Yang Luoyan quickly said in a short message: "Dad has been waiting for a long time, so I gave him the phone number."
It turns out that my father-in-law is also here.
Wait until the phone is put down and picked up again.
The slightly hoarse voice of Party Secretary Yang came from the other end of the phone: "I've been meaning to call you for a few days, but I haven't bothered to do so until today."
Wu Yuan was naturally concerned first and said: "No matter how busy you are, dad, you have to take care of your health. And it's just spring, so you have to do things slowly."
Yang Zhishu frowned and said, "I can't wait to raise shelducks."
“You don’t know that the enthusiasm of the villagers is so high that Huiqin, Wang Juan, Li Jing and I were so busy that we were not idle for three days.”
Wu Yuan calculated with his fingers that the duck eggs had a 28-day incubation period, so didn't they just hatch out in these two days?
If my father-in-law didn't say anything this time, he would have forgotten about it.
“By the way, Dad, how is the hatching rate? Is it good enough?”
“Very good!” Party Secretary Yang asserted: “I don’t know the specific number. But according to Huiqin’s calculations, we still have several hundred more.”
“Originally, Old Xu Tou said he would keep it in the village brigade to raise it, but I thought it was pooping everywhere and smelled so bad, so I insisted on giving it away.”
The village department doesn’t smell so bad now.
I'm afraid everything in the village will stink.
Wu Yuan reluctantly reminded: "Now that the breeding has begun to take shape, the management work in the village must also be taken up. To prevent so many duck seedlings from running around, being lost, and spoiling the wheat seedlings, everything must be announced and implemented in advance."
Yang Zhishu said thoughtfully: "This is indeed a matter. I will leave it all to Lao Xutou. In a few days, I will be ready to go out. You can find out where I can find a suitable source of goods."
I really can’t sit still.
But then again, as the noise in the newspapers became darker and darker, it was indeed getting closer to daybreak.
If we don’t take action at this time, I’m afraid it will be too late.
Wu Yuan nodded and said: "I understand, Dad! Wait for me to figure it out, and you wait for my news."
After hanging up the phone, Wu Yuan stretched out and turned off the small red clay stove.
Go straight back to the room in the backyard, take a shower and sleep.
After all, I drank some wine, so I almost fell asleep and slept until dawn.
I was hit by a trick today. My head has been dizzy and my whole body aches, so I haven’t finished it until now.