After the supermarket began to be renovated, Wang Qiang went to see it a few times, and the renovation workers seemed to be from his own village. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Dad, how can you find people from our village for decoration?" Wang Qiang looked at the hot decoration scene and asked.

"These are all from your uncle's company, let's decorate it ourselves, of course, use our own decoration company, and the fertilizer and water will not flow into the fields of outsiders," Wang Wenhu said after getting out of the way and letting a trolley pushing sand pass.

"Uncle, the company is very big now, there are a lot of people here," Wang Qiang said when he saw that there were almost ten decoration workers in the entire shop.

"Your uncle said that the business was not busy during this time, so he lined up a few more people to come back. Our supermarket is not complicated to decorate, and it will be completed by the end of the month," Wang Wenhu said happily when he talked about his younger brother.

Wang Qiang looked at the decoration of the supermarket and went home, and did not forget to talk to Wang Wenhu, who was handing tools to the workers, when he left.

"Dad, remember to come home for dinner later"

"Tell your mom that you don't have to wait for me, you eat by yourself first, and I may go to the restaurant with them to eat later," Wang Wenhu handed a shovel to the worker who was mixing sand and cement, and turned around.

Because most of these workers are from Wang Qiang's hometown, less than a kilometer away from Xinghua Town, many of them will go home for dinner at noon, but sometimes Wang Wenhu will arrange for them to have a meal in a restaurant in order to catch up with the schedule.

Wang Qiang did not criticize the decoration of the supermarket, after all, the supermarket staff who came over were professional, and Wang Qiang believed that professional things should be done by professional people.

"In the future, the decoration of the Internet café can also be handed over to the uncle to do, which will save a lot of worry," Wang Qiang thought to himself as he walked back on the way back. And no matter how small the mosquito is, it is also meat, and now Wang Qiang's funds are tight, and he can save a little is a little.

After arriving home, Wang Qiang saw his mother Chen Shuying stir-frying.

Chen Shuying saw Wang Qiang, the movements of her hands kept stopping, and asked, "Qiangqiang, when will your father be busy?"

"Today, my dad and the renovation workers went to the restaurant for dinner," Wang Qiang said as he walked up to his mother.

"Your dad is really, what's so delicious about the food in the restaurant" Chen Shuying was very unhappy when she heard her husband go to the restaurant for dinner, and said.

"That's it, I like to eat your mother's cooking the most, and I never get tired of eating it," Wang Qiang hurriedly stepped forward to curry favor.

Chen Shuying listened to Wang Qiang's words, and her face looked much better, and she scolded with a smile:

"When did you become so sweet, you know how to make your mother happy, hurry up and wash your hands and get ready to eat"

Wang Qiang washed his hands, and when he saw that lunch was not good, he sat on the sofa and watched TV, and his sister Wang Jing and his sister Wang Qing didn't know where to go to play and hadn't come back.

After coming over for more than ten minutes, Wang Jing led her sister Wang Qing back, holding a bag of salt in her hand, she should have just gone to buy salt.

After Wang Jing gave the salt to her mother, she sat next to Wang Qiang with her sister and watched TV.

It was almost noon, there was no program on the TV, and basically all the stations started to broadcast the midday news. Wang Qiang watched the Central 1 set, which was broadcasting 30 points, and most of the content in it was talking about the contest between the United States and bin Laden, but there was nothing Wang Qiang did about it. Wang Qiang remembers that the contest seemed to have lasted until 2011, when it ended with the sacrifice of Comrade bin Laden.

After reading the news thirty minutes, Wang Qiang just wanted to change the channel, and his sister Wang Qing snatched the remote control in Wang Qiang's hand and said:

"Just look at this station, and there will be today's statement later"

Wang Qiang didn't fight anymore, after all, he is such a sister, and he should spoil her, but I don't know why a little girl likes to watch legal programs so much. Until Wang Qing got married, Wang Qiang once went to her house, and she still watched a lot of legal channels.

Although when he saw the bloody corpse, he would be so frightened that he would cover his eyes with his hands, and every once in a while he would cover his eyes and shout: "Brother, did that scene pass just now?"

Wang Qiang said that she hadn't passed, so she kept covering her eyes, and when she said it had passed, she put down her hand and continued to look.

As soon as the music in front of today's statement sounded, her mother Chen Shuying called three people to serve food.

The meal was laid out on the dining table, and the four of them began to sit down at the dining table to eat.

"Mom, isn't my dad coming back for dinner?" asked my sister Wang Jing when she saw that her father was not there.

"Your dad will go to the restaurant later, don't worry about him," Chen Shuying said.

Wang Qing sat at the dinner table and ate two bites, and said, "Mom, I'll sit on the sofa and eat", after speaking, he ran to the sofa and sat down with his own bowl, and ate while watching her legal program.

Just after lunch, my father Wang Wenhu also came back.

"Wenhu, why did you come back so soon, you have already eaten?" Although she knew that her father went to the restaurant to eat at noon, when she saw her father Wang Wenhu coming back, her mother Chen Shuying still asked.

"I just finished eating, and after a busy morning, I'll come back and rest for a while," Wang Wenhu said.

Hearing her husband say that she had already eaten, Chen Shuying then cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table.

Before his mother Chen Shuying's bowl was washed, Wang Qiang saw his uncle Chen Haipeng coming in on a motorcycle.

"Uncle, you're here" Wang Qiang beckoned to his uncle Chen Haipeng, but Chen Haipeng just nodded.

Chen Haipeng went up to the second floor, and Wang Qiang saw his uncle holding a handbag in his hand.

"Haipeng, here it is"

"Haipeng, haven't you eaten, haven't you eaten, sister will make you some"

Father Wang Wenhu and mother Chen Shuying both greeted their uncle, but uncle Chen Haipeng did not respond, but took out a piece of white cloth from his handbag.

When Chen Shuying saw the white cloth, her face suddenly turned pale, and the bowl she had just held in her hand fell back into the dishwasher, standing there without speaking.

Although his father Wang Wenhu's face was also ugly, he quickly recovered, looked at his uncle Chen Haipeng, and asked solemnly:

"Haipeng, who died?"

"It's my grandfather," Chen Haipeng said with a sad face.

"Didn't the old man get well some time ago? A few days ago, he asked me to take him to eat a bowl of mutton steamed buns," Wang Wenhu was a little incredulous.

"Not to mention the other day, yesterday was fine. I heard my grandmother say that before going to bed last night, my grandfather said that he wanted to explain the aftermath to her, saying that he dreamed of my mother-in-law," Chen Haipeng said, "My grandmother also said that he, his five-year-old mother is gone, and he can still dream of his mother." I didn't expect to get up in the morning and people have already gone."

Sister Wang Jing and sister Wang Qing cried when they heard that their grandfather had died, although Wang Qiang didn't cry, tears flowed out of their eyes. The mother wiped her hands and sat down on the couch with tears in her eyes. Only his father Wang Wenhu is better in the family: "Haipeng, we know, we will go over to mourn in the afternoon, you have other relatives to inform, hurry up"

"Sister, our grandfather is gone, don't be sad, I'll go first" Although Chen Haipeng looked sad, he still comforted his sister Chen Shuying.

Putting down the white cloth, Chen Haipeng went down and rode a motorcycle away, and he should have to go to other relatives' houses to report the funeral.