Teacher He of the Siheyuan

If it's brothers, they will enter the latrine neatly.

He Daqing clapped his hands and turned to leave gracefully.

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Silent all night.

The next day was another bright sunny day, and the snow had begun to melt in many places. The warm winter sun was as refreshing as the watermelons in summer.

Secretary Cui came over early in the morning to say hello, "Director He's rural place is not as good as the city, so please forgive me for any slow treatment."

He Daqing invited him to sit down and said, "Secretary Cui is too polite. The people of Nantai Commune are simple and honest, and the villagers are also very enthusiastic. I will come here when I have the opportunity in the future."

Hearing that He Daqing had no complaints, Secretary Cui smiled even more eagerly.

The two chatted for a while.

He Daqing chatted for a few words and suddenly remembered something.

So he pretended to be interested and said, "Secretary Cui, when I was drinking tea yesterday, I saw a black post box in your house. It is quite exquisite. I like arty, so I don't know if I can borrow your post box to appreciate it."

Secretary Cui smiled and agreed that it was just a wooden box, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Then let the daughter-in-law run back and forth.

He Daqing took it carefully and opened it to see that the color of the wood seemed to be that of huanghuali.

There is a flower and a few poems by Tao Yuanming printed on it.

The love of chrysanthemums is rarely heard of after Tao.The love of the lotus, who is the same as the giver?The love of peony is suitable for everyone!
The inscription is Changchun Layman.

He Daqing didn't have any impression of who this Changchun layman was, but this post box was inexplicably familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

In any case, as long as it is huanghuali, it is a good thing, and if you win it, you will definitely not lose money.

However, Secretary Cui spoke before He Daqing spoke.

"Director He seems to like this gadget, so I'll give it to Director He at the discretion."

"This thing is usually used by the daughter-in-law to install needles and thread brains. I hope Director He will not dislike it."

He Daqing looked at the enthusiasm of the person opposite, and felt in his heart that this person might have something to ask for himself.

So he put the post box on the table casually, "Secretary Cui is too polite, in fact, I fancy this is also used to put some things."

"Besides, it's my principle not to take needles and threads from fellow villagers, so if I leave half a catty of candy tickets, it's a real love exchange."

Unexpectedly, He Daqing refused, and he wanted to exchange it with sugar tickets.

Secretary Cui was so anxious that he didn't bother to cover it up, and said, "Director He, you are from the city and don't know the hardships in our countryside. Now the food production is insufficient, and many villagers are hungry."

He Daqing did not interrupt but continued to listen!

"As the saying goes, we rely on mountains to eat mountains and rely on water to eat water, but the valley in our Nantai Commune is very barren, and it is difficult to grow any fruit. There are only some wild chestnuts, wild mushrooms and some unknown medicinal materials."

"Usually, you can rely on them to exchange some food, but now the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, and the folks can't get out. Director He, you are a leader with great powers, can you help us poor folks?"

Speaking of that, Secretary Cui even bowed to He Daqing, and He Daqing quickly grabbed hold of him.

"Secretary Cui has something to say, don't do this, I can't bear it"

"Then you agree." Secretary Cui climbed up the pole cunningly.

He Daqing did not answer directly, but asked instead, "How many mountain goods does Secretary Cui have?"

Secretary Cui understood the meaning. He Daqing didn't ask the whole Nantai Commune, but he said that he couldn't eat too much.

"Five, it doesn't look like three hundred catties," Secretary Cui said, changing his tone.

Three hundred catties of mountain products is not enough for me alone.

However, if you collect too much at once, it will be too ostentatious, and the quality of pure mountain products from the beginning of the year should not be bad!
You can't lose money whether you eat it or sell it!

"Then 500 catties, what does Secretary Cui plan to exchange?"

Secretary Cui was shocked. He didn't expect that He Daqing would take the initiative to increase the volume. People in the city are so easy to talk to!

The daughter-in-law at the side poked Secretary Cui who was in a daze with her elbow.

Secretary Cui said, "If these things can be exchanged for 80 yuan for 60 catties of food stamps when they are transported to the city, how about 80 yuan for 40 catties of food stamps?"

For He Daqing's sake, he weighed down 20 catties of food stamps and added another 10 yuan to conclude the deal.

He Daqing asked Secretary Cui to transport the things to the entrance of the village. Although Secretary Cui didn't understand why he didn't directly transport them to the car, he still did as he faced the benefactor's father.

Another movie was played in the morning, and Xu Damao sang a one-man show, because according to Lao Li, according to himself, the road in the toilet was slippery last night, and as a result, he was injured all over his body and almost couldn't move.

He was not the only one who was injured. Nanyi was also covered in injuries, as if he fell down last night.

The roads of Nantai Commune are slippery!

After lunch, He Daqing summoned people to roll the rolls. Only one Cui Dake didn't show up. He heard that he missed his old father and would stay at home for a few days before going back.

Then everyone drove away from Nantai Commune.

During this business trip, Xu Damao was unhappy. It's unlucky that a big girl and a little daughter-in-law didn't succeed.

Nanyi stared at the vacant seat that originally belonged to Cui Dake with a gloomy face, with anger rolling in his eyes, he thought all night that the person who was most likely to plot against him was Cui Dake.

Lao Li found a corner and squatted in a daze, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle from time to time, as if the swallows flying among the white clouds in the sky could understand his melancholy.

The car drove for a while before leaving Nantai Commune not far away, when a figure flashed on the road and stopped the car.

"Stop and let me get in"

"Fucking fuckin' shit," Saturday yelled and hit the brakes.

Xu Junjun came up to him, licked his face and said to He Daqing, "Old He, you guys are going back to the capital, right? Can you give me a lift along the way?"

He Daqing looked at this good friend, and found that it seemed a little more miserable than yesterday, and his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't sleep well.

He asked with concern, "Old Xu, didn't you live well in the country? Why are you going back to the capital again? This means that you have developed in the country and want to return to your hometown?"

Xu Junjun smiled awkwardly and said, "Whether you have money or not, you have to go home for the New Year."

He Daqing thought to himself, your wife and wife have left, and your son and son have recognized their godfather, so what kind of home do you go home alone.

Where is home!

Could it be that he still misses Jia Zhang?
Then I have to help you.

So he nodded and said, "Get in the car."

Xu Junjun was about to rush into the driver's cab as soon as he opened the door.

He Daqing held him down, "Old Xu, what are you doing, your place is in the back"

Xu Junjun tightened his flimsy clothes and said, "Isn't it too cold? You also know that my body can't stand the cold, so why don't you worry about it?"

Worry?

It's too late to be happy.

"Old Xu's cab has only two seats. Where do you sit on Saturday? Could it be that you can drive?"

Xu Junping was a little embarrassed, he knew this, but it was really too cold to sit in the back compartment, so he was in a dilemma for a while!

He Daqing couldn't bear to watch his friend suffer, so he kindly pointed to the vehicle where Xu Damao was in and said.

"Old Xu, Da Mao is wearing a coat in that position, as your son, he must not be considerate of your old father"

"But it won't freeze the child?" Xu Junping hesitated.

He Daqing pointed out the maze carefully and persuasively, "You don't know this, think about how strong the firepower of young people is, and this cold wind is just tickling for them."

"Furthermore," He Daqing said in a low voice, "there is still a godfather in the yard, you have to try which side Da Mao is really interested in."

Xu Junping also reacted after being teased like this, this dress must be "understood"

Do not borrow.

That means Xu Damao is not filial!

"Old He, you are really the guiding light on the road of my life."