How can we say that the two parties have a real relationship? If they don’t help, it will seem too unhuman. Wu Daguang also knows what kind of person his cousin Wu Yongzhu is. His vision is higher than his own level of work. He always wants to soar into the sky one day and never have to worry about food and drink in his life.

He didn't even think about how good things were in this world?

Such a person can do small work, and if he uses it more, something will definitely happen.

"Uncle, what do you say? My cousin is willing to do it for me. It's too late to welcome me." Wu Daguang said politely.

"Don't be polite to us, you will give your cousin any wages, don't be polite."

This means the opposite. He said indirectly that Wu Yongzhu has a relative relationship with you, so you should take care of your cousin more than a foreigner.

Wu Daguang could understand it, but it did not mean that he would not pretend to be confused: "I won't be polite, I won't be polite. Er Lai did it. Now he is working very well. I will ask him to take you more. With my cousin's intelligence, he will definitely get started faster than him."

Wu Yongzhu's lungs were almost pissed off, and a little worker yelled at him, complaining in his heart.

This matter was decided, because the two villages lived far away and Wu Yongzhu had no wife and children, so he lived in the wing room where Wu Daguang's house was making soup.

Er Laizi naturally looked down on Wu Yongzhu and came in through the back door. He had no ability to do it. He talked about his so-called illusory business philosophy as soon as he opened his mouth. In addition, the money was stolen and kicked, Er Laizi became even more disgusted with Wu Yongzhu.

Originally, Erlaizi was very frustrated, but Wu Daguang's words completely aroused his interest: "Go along well, you are his master, and you will not learn to find you."

This is undoubtedly not saying that he would ravage him, and bully him, which would make Er Lai Zi happy.

Er Laizi is really amazing to deal with Wu Yongzhu. Two people with a slut, one from a young age to a big one, and the other from a late stage, the winner is obvious. Er Laizi is as easy to control Wu Yongzhu as a chicken.

The style of the two people is like this...

"What are you doing? You can fly with firewood."

"Hey, you can fall asleep even while sitting. You are a pig, and I am convinced of you."

"Look at it, you have to cut the surface like this to make it thin. Look at you being clumsy, no wonder you can't steal money."

Wu Yongzhu was oppressed by Er Laizi, and he could only spit out to Wu Daguang every day.

"Just that Zhang Erlai looks like a villain. No wonder he is a small worker. He will never be a boss in his life. He must be broad-minded and clowny. He looks petty and bright. I have learned everything he taught, so there is no need to let him teach me."

Wu Daguang would only make excuses for various reasons. If it weren't for Erlaizi's suppression, Wu Yongzhu would have gone where he would have gone.

Seeing the Chinese New Year, the person who agreed to invite Wu Daguang to host the wedding last time did not come. Maybe he found a better host.

The tables and chairs made by the carpenter were made according to the drawings given by Wu Daguang, and the finished product was very satisfactory.

In order to have the greatest publicity, Wu Daguang was inspired by the banners learned from him in the village and made more than a dozen banners in the town. Each of them went to the entrance of the market was hung with one-stop banners of joy and funerals. The banners at the market were still rare things, and no one could help but take a look at them when they saw them.

If an industry becomes popular, there will definitely be someone who will do it. This is called competition.

Although Wu Daguang's noodle stall is small, the money he earns is enough for others to be jealous. During the Chinese New Year, three noodle stalls appeared in the market. Depending on the situation, there was no intention of stopping, and there were still people who were planning to brew privately.

The stall owner who was familiar with Wu Daguang began to worry about Wu Daguang.

"Daguang, it's already the third noodle stall, you should be worried." Sister Zhang looked at the noodle stall that was one cent less than Wu Daguang.

Wu Daguang ignored it. The rise of noodle stalls was the leader. Now that there are three noodle stalls, there will be more in the future. It means that his direction is right. He makes his own money based on his ability. What's the best comparison? Even this competition must be taken seriously. Wouldn't he fight every day?

The limit of noodle stalls is only at this level. A noodle stall will earn 40 yuan a day if it is overwhelmed. This will also be up to the Chinese New Year. It is usually a dozen or twenty yuan, which is good. If you win over the wedding and funeral industry into your hands, the money you earn from the noodle stall will not be enough for the wedding and funeral.

However, this industry is definitely difficult to develop in the town. They are all bitter farmers. How many of them will be willing to spend a thousand or two thousand to hold a banquet.

As expected, if you go to the county next year, the activity of delivering food in the factory will have to be put aside. You can earn hundreds of dollars a day. Who dares to grit your teeth and put down hundreds of dollars and fight for the so-called ambitions?

The factory's business has already taken shape, and he has to find the next company, sell the business opportunities, and make a good plan to avoid losses from the three parties.

Putting aside all worries, the pace of the New Year is coming as scheduled. Although the village is poor, the sound of firecrackers is indispensable.

Wu Daguang had expected that it was right. On the day of the Chinese New Year, before dawn, butcher Liu took his little lover and boy home. He planned to celebrate the New Year so that the villagers would not have no favors to knock him out to celebrate the New Year outside.

He was right, and the villagers didn't want to get involved with him. Compared to the Chinese New Year, he was a bad person and it was too late to hide from him. Butcher Liu finally got to know the fun. The cat didn't go out in the house, and the people set off firecrackers. He heard the sound. He could cover the fragrance of cooking at home, for fear that the villagers would know that he was doing well and come to find fault.

In fact, Wu Daguang had already injected the defensive needle. This is the root of Butcher Liu. He will definitely come back. The villagers would get angry with Sister Guihua and pass by. At most, they would not interact with Butcher Liu, and it would be unrealistic to bombard the village.

So, when the villagers saw him, they only thought they saw a dog.

Wu Daguang's family was small. Wu Yongzhu went home for the New Year. The two laozi were alone. After the New Year, they moved into Wu Yongzhu's wing room and had a warm Spring Festival with Wu Daguang's Xinghua.

At this time, the New Year has a New Year atmosphere. The villagers who have been suffering for the year have lost their arms and eat on this day. On the New Year, they are not allowed to say bad things. Everyone meets and says, "Happy New Year."

Wu Daguang gave a red envelope on New Year's Eve and shouted Xinghua early in the morning of the New Year: "Xinghua, what should I say during the New Year?"

The apricot blossoms were exposed with white teeth and were wearing new clothes. The braids were finally tied harmoniously.

"Dad, happy New Year."

"Be good, it's the New Year, Xinghua also needs a red envelope." Wu Daguang took out the red envelope from his back and held it high, allowing Xinghua to grab it. The father and son were having a great time.
Chapter completed!