Rebirth as an official

It was Wang Defu who notified the village committee members of the meeting.

Originally, there were only four committee members and two village representatives who needed to be notified, so the notification was quickly received.

After receiving the notice to convene the village committee meeting, several other village committee members in the village had different reactions.

Women's Director Liu Guifang is in her 40s this year. Not only is she a bit strong and has a cheerful personality, but she is also very delicate in mind, with a bit of roughness and fineness.

At this time, she was sewing a red bellyband for her little grandson. After receiving a call from Wang Defu, her husband Liu Dazhu saw the suspicious expression on his wife's face and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Something big happened in the village." Is it done?"

"Is there anything wrong? Wang Defu just informed that the village committee and committee will be held tomorrow. They haven't held one for more than half a year, so why is there suddenly a meeting?" Liu Guifen said.

"The village's two committees? Are we going to elect village cadres? Do you think I can have a chance?" Liu Dazhu asked whimsically.

"What good things are you thinking about? You haven't even graduated from junior high school. You said you want to study some documents issued by the city on the construction of new rural areas." Liu Guifen glanced at her husband angrily.

"For the construction of new rural areas, has the city issued any subsidies again? Has Wu Wangtian smelled something again?" Liu Dazhu said.

"Who knows, let's see tomorrow." After Liu Guifen finished speaking, she picked up the red bellyband and sewed it carefully.

"Hey, since the old village chief left, the life of our Liu family has become more and more difficult. Wu Wangtian always prefers their surname Wu." Liu Dazhu complained, picking up the pipe pot and stuffing shredded tobacco into it.

"Smoke, smoke, my son will be back with his wife and grandson the day after tomorrow. You should clean up the house quickly. Women in the city love to be clean. The last time they came to our house, they disliked the smell of dry smoke in the house." Liu Guifen said angrily.

"Hey, hey, I'm going out to smoke. I just bought four bottles of toilet water. I'll sprinkle it inside and out early the day after tomorrow to make sure there's no smell in the house." Liu Dazhu hurriedly walked out with the pipe in his arms.

"Why should you marry a city man? Why not find a girl from the countryside who can endure hardships and take care of your parents-in-law." Liu Dazhu couldn't help but shake his head.

My son married a girl from the city. Every time his daughter-in-law comes back, she acts like a young lady. Something is wrong, nothing is right.

The old couple followed behind for a while to tidy up, but they were still disliked, just like the long-term workers of the landlord and wealthy family.

In the study room in the backyard of Liu Changfa's house.

Liu Renyu stood behind the desk, holding a brush and writing the word "Yong" one stroke at a time. The large white paper was almost full.

Liu Changfa stood beside his son, frowning, "Have you remembered the Eight Methods of Yong Zi? Why are the characters getting uglier as they are written?"

"How many times have I told you, the point is the side, the side edge is steep, the strokes are spread out, the momentum is sufficient to close the front; the horizontal direction is to tighten, the paper is dropped against the front, go slowly and return quickly, do not follow the front, and the straight line is to push forward. , should not be too straight, as if it is too straight, it will be stiff and weak, but it must be straight and curved; the hook is a crotch, and the pen is lifted at the front, so that the force is concentrated on the tip of the pen; the upright and horizontal is the side, and the stroke is the same as the straight stroke, and the strength is at the end of the stroke ; The long stroke is for raking, the stroke is the same as the straight stroke, the front edge is slightly fatter, and the force must be sent; the short stroke is for peck, the stroke is left, fast and sharp; the stroke is for stroke, the stroke is made lightly against the front, and the folded edge is used to move slowly. , the key to holding back is to be subtle.”

While reciting the formula, Liu Changfa took the brush in his son's hand, dipped it in ink, and wrote a big word "Yong" on the white paper.

The handwriting is neat and the pen is strong, which shows that it has no less than 30 years of skill.

Liu Renyu grimaced, "Dad, I've been writing all morning, and my arms are sore. Besides, who writes by hand these days? They're all typing on a computer."

"The character is like the person, and the handwriting is obvious. After you enter the official career in the future, this character will be your appearance and will be of great use. Practice it quickly." Liu Changfa explained patiently.

"Dad, I don't want to take the civil service exam or become an official." Liu Renyu's face was full of reluctance.

"Then what do you want to do?" Liu Changfa was already a little angry.

"I want to be a cartoonist, but you don't know that animation is an exciting industry..." Liu Renyu said excitedly, seemingly not noticing that his father's hand had slowly reached to the feather duster beside him.

"Crack!" That was the sound made by the close contact between bamboo and skin, and of course it was accompanied by Liu Renyu's howl like a pig being killed.

"Dad, why are you beating me immediately?" (What are you beating me for?)

Liu Renyu's body was suddenly hit hard by his old father, and he yelled while hiding. He couldn't help but speak in dialect.

"You are a traitor. You have learned all kinds of nonsense outside. Today I will implement the family law." Liu Changfa pointed at his son with a feather duster and cursed angrily.

"Dad, Li Anke also likes comics, why don't you talk about him." Liu Renyu turned aside to avoid his father's attack again, and defended unconvincingly.

"Li An was admitted as a civil servant and is still a cadre of the municipal party committee. Why don't you learn this? If you don't learn the good ones, you will learn the bad ones..."

Well, when educating their sons, all parents have exceptionally developed logical thinking and first-rate debating eloquence.

"This..." Liu Renyu was rendered speechless by the argument. Just as he was preparing to move to a position where it was easier to avoid being beaten, he heard the ringtone of his father's cell phone.

"Dad, phone, phone." Liu Ren pointed at the mobile phone on the table and said loudly.

At this moment he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmph!" Liu Changfa put down the feather duster in his hand and answered the phone.

The call didn't last long and ended in less than half a minute. Liu Changfa seemed to be tired from playing just now and found a chair to sit down.

His fingers kept tapping on the desk, making a rhythmic clicking sound.

"You can make that old fox Wu Wangtian agree to a meeting. This Li An is really capable."

Although Wang Defu informed him, Liu Changfa knew that Li An was leading the matter.

At this moment, he was thinking about Li An's promise yesterday and whether he should fully support the young man.

"Renyu, come here, let me ask you something." Liu Changfa called Liu Renyu, who was standing in the corner with a sad look on his face, to his side.

"Dad, what the hell..."

"Speak in Mandarin, do you want to be a villager all your life?" Liu Changfa scolded again.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Liu Renyu immediately switched to Mandarin level one and second level.

In order to make his son a city dweller, Liu Changfa sent him to study in the county since he was a child. He also enrolled him in a host training class just to train his Mandarin pronunciation.

Don’t be like them and speak Mandarin with a strong accent.

"You and Li An are schoolmates. How much do you know about his previous school affairs." Liu Changfa still wanted to know more.

"You're talking about the senior, he used to be a popular figure in school, and the comic club he founded is famous in the circles of provincial universities..." Liu Renyu started to get excited again.

"I didn't ask you this, I asked him about other things about him, such as his study situation, how he behaves, and his personality." The veins on Liu Changfa's forehead began to jump again.

"Well, Li An used to be the vice president of the student union, and he was an outstanding student and a member of the Communist Party. I heard that our vice president admires him very much and wants him to stay in school." Liu Renyu talked about Li An's college experience very well, Very familiar.

"It seems that Li An is indeed outstanding. Coupled with his father's relationship, his future career will definitely be good. If we establish a good relationship with him now, Renyu's future will be much easier." Liu Changfa already had this in his mind. decision.

"Eh, no, how do you know this Li An so well?" Liu Changfa thought about it and was a little curious. His son was not the kind of person who liked to inquire about other people's gossip.

"That's not to join the comic club. Of course, you have to do a good job of research." Liu Renyu said it smoothly.

"If you dare to mention the word "comic" again in the future, I won't break your legs." When Liu Changfa heard the word "comic", he became angry again and picked up the feather duster to chase the traitor.

"Dad, I was wrong."

"speak Mandarin!"

"Dad, I was wrong, I never dare to do it again."

......

If Ang Lee saw this scene of father's "kindness" and son's filial piety, he would definitely recite a poem:

The sword in the hand of a loving father,

The wanderer was struck;

Twelve swords in one second,

The sword makes a critical strike.