Excellent little farmer

Chen Luohua closed the pictorial, put it aside, and said with a cold face: "Come on, You Jiang, I will never trust you again. Who told me to sit at home and count money last time?"

Wang Youjiang smiled awkwardly, waved his hand quickly and said, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I will never break my promise this time."

Chen Luohua'Hmph! ' With a cry, he turned around and entered the house, and began to help the two children with their homework, leaving Wang Youjiang aside. Just as he was sighing, he saw Song Jiaqi walking over happily, and hurriedly greeted her, saying loudly: "My fourth daughter-in-law." , your guy just called."

Song Jiaqi was slightly startled, stopped, and said softly: "Did you answer the phone?"

Wang Youjiang nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, this is my first time talking to the fourth child on the phone. Don't tell me, we two brothers had quite a good chat..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jiaqi put away the smile on her face, glared at him, and hurriedly entered the activity room. After taking her mobile phone, she went straight back to her room and closed the door heavily. Wang Youjiang was speechless. With a wry smile, he spread his hands, shook his head and said, "Yes, yes, I have offended someone again. I am provoking someone, and everyone has their noses crossed and their eyes raised!"

Just as Wang Youjiang complained a few words, he saw a black Audi car slowly driving in. Knowing that his father was back, he hurriedly hid back in the house. After the car stopped, Wang Zefeng got out of the car. His expression Very solemnly, after closing the car door, he went directly to Mr. Wang's room, walked to the outhouse, stood at the door and looked in, only to see that the health doctor had just measured Mr. Wang's blood pressure, and then tucked the quilt away. Close your eyes and fall asleep.

Sun Maocai stood up from the bed, walked out of the room, and walked out side by side with Wang Zefeng. When they came to the corridor outside, Wang Zefeng stopped and said softly: "Brother Maocai, the old man doesn't seem to be in good spirits today. .”

Sun Maocai nodded and said softly: "Yes, the old man got up in the morning and saw the internal reference. In a rage, he broke the large Liling red porcelain vase. If it hadn't been for Qi Yatou who coaxed him for half an hour and sang another song. I'm afraid I won't calm down even now."

Wang Zefeng'Hmm! ' He made a sound, took a few steps forward, pondered for a long time, and then said softly: "The Tang family's force this time really caught us off guard. They have joined forces with the Chen family and are now very powerful. The Li Haochen case is just a primer. , they wanted to bring fire to the capital, and although they failed, they still forced cousin Zong to report to the central government."

Sun Maocai frowned and followed him, saying softly: "Yes, Cousin Zong is the most valued confidant of the old man. After this blow, the hope of your two stars reuniting in the capital is greatly reduced."

Wang Zefeng turned around and said in a low voice: "What do you think, old man?"

Sun Maocai said softly: "The old man plans to ask me to go to Shanghai and deliver a personal letter from him to Mr. Wu. In addition, I hope you will find an opportunity to meet He Zihui."

Wang Zefeng was silent for a while, nodded slightly and said, "That's fine."

Sun Maocai smiled and said softly: "Secretary Ze Feng, the old man was still talking about it just now. Please transfer Young Master Min back as soon as possible and let him arrange the marriage first."

Wang Zefeng nodded and said with his hands behind his back: "Let him go to the General Office of the Central Committee after the Chinese New Year. As for the wedding date, we also need to seek the opinion of my daughter Zhou's family. Ning Shuang is a good girl, but she is too high-spirited. Yoomin is always lukewarm.”

Sun Maocai said with a smile: "The main reason is that the two of them are too busy and have no time to be together. It is understandable that the relationship is a little rusty. The Ning family is obviously rising in the army, so this marriage should be tightened."

Wang Zefeng waved his hand slightly and said: "Marriage cannot solve the problem. The Chen family is an example. However, Ning Shuang's child is really good. Let Yinfang go to Shenyang in a few days. It is best for a woman to handle this kind of thing."

Sun Maocai said with a smile: "Secretary Ze Feng, Mr. Quan is not young anymore. It's time to find a girl who matches his family."

Wang Zefeng pondered for a long time, then nodded with a wry smile, turned around, and sighed: "It's just a pity for Qi Yatou. This girl is still very lovable, but her background is a bit poor."

Sun Maocai didn't say anything. He just took out an ID card from his pocket and handed it over. Wang Zefeng took it and looked at it. He saw that it was my photo, but the name was changed to Wang Youquan. He couldn't help but was slightly startled and turned around. The head asked: "Brother Maocai, what are you...?"

Sun Maocai smiled and said in a low voice: "I used a pseudonym to assign him a false position in the Second Bureau of National Security. With two identities, I will not wrong Qi. As for how to balance the two wives, it depends on his own ability." ”

Wang Zefeng handed his ID card back with a smile and said in a low voice: "No matter what, we have to let him come back this year to celebrate the New Year. This kid is really a stubborn donkey."

Watching Wang Zefeng turn around and leave, Sun Maocai couldn't help but smile and walked towards the east wing. When he passed the door of Song Jiaqi's room, he suddenly stopped and heard a melodious singing voice coming from inside: "The one from Twenty-eight" The pretty girl was too lazy to dress up. Cui Yingying was suffering from a minor illness and was lying on her gums. She was lying on the bed, half reclined and half lying down. You said this girl was dull and bored, and she didn't want to drink tea. Not wanting to eat, lonely, desolate, tired, desolate, alone, sitting in the boudoir, bowed and silent, silent, waist damaged! He tilted her almond-shaped eyes and held them with her hands. Touching her cheek.

You want to ask what kind of disease this girl has? Suddenly I thought of the scholar Zhang Lang. I miss Zhang Sheng, he misses me! Pan Zhanglang can't eat half a bowl of rice in one day, and can't drink a bowl of soup in two days. Soup or not, it’s my food. You see, I’m so hungry that my heart is sticking to my back..."

Song Jiaqi sang a piece of "The West Chamber" that was melodious and pathos, which made me feel sad. After hanging up the phone, I lit a cigarette and stood quietly in front of the window. I felt quite uncomfortable. Although both of them avoided talking on the phone, Although I was talking about topics related to the Wang family, I knew very well that Jiaqi’s purpose in doing this was entirely for her own benefit.

She planned to build a bridge of communication between herself and the Wang family in order to resolve the gap between herself and the Wang family as soon as possible, but when I think of my deceased mother, I still can't let go and let myself face that family calmly. It’s really hard to do.

In the next few hours, I was distracted all the time. During lunch, I was also a little absent-minded. Fang Yunxi asked me a few questions, but I couldn't answer them. Song Jiaqi's voice kept echoing in my mind.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, after accompanying Fang Yunxi to do on-site research, I drove Fang Yunxi home, but I didn't get out of the car. I just gave her a few packets of messages, telling her that there was something urgent at the mausoleum. To deal with it, you must rush back in advance.

Fang Yunxi saw that I looked bad, so she didn't ask any questions. She just told me to drive slower and pay attention to safety. I nodded and said yes, but after driving on the highway, I stepped on the accelerator to the maximum and drove the car very fast along the way. , release the depression in your heart to your heart’s content.

Before sunset, I finally arrived at Lingtai County and drove into the house on Wanglao West Street. That night, I drank two bottles of liquor and a few side dishes alone, getting myself very drunk. While drinking, I took a brush and wrote a few lines on the wall. When I woke up in the morning, I saw what was written on the wall: "The world is safe and sound, and I will live up to the Tathagata and I will live up to you."

……

Hong Heping was at the banquet when he received my call.

The Fengting County Party Committee and County Government invited city leaders to participate in the summary meeting, but the city leaders either had something to do or declined. In the end, it fell to him to represent the municipal party committee and government at the county summary meeting.

Although Pigatai, the secretary of the county party committee, had slicked-back hair, smooth mousse, a neat suit, and a neat tie, Hong Heping could see the depression and resentment in his heart from his rosy face.

Although Huo Chonghao did not name him at the city's summary meeting, everyone knew who Huo Chonghao was targeting with his words. Pigatai was considered a veteran of the county and division-level cadres in Huai'an City, and he had never experienced such a cruel treatment. Unsparing criticism, it almost smells like an ultimatum.

Yes, there are indeed some problems in Fengting this year. Weak growth and sluggish structural adjustment have led to slow economic development and hindered Huai'an. But can we blame Pigatai for this? County Magistrate Tong Li was constantly competing with him. Although Pigatai didn't care about the little tricks played by the other party, could he focus on the economy in such an environment?

A summary meeting was also held in a dull and gloomy manner. Even those units that were rated as advanced and excellent felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and the festive atmosphere suddenly faded a lot.

Hong Heping was very liberal. Even the city leaders were unwilling to come, but he had to come. If he doesn't come, it means that the city is really completely denying Fengting's work, and he has to come no matter what.

Hong Heping's final speech was also full of expectations, hoping that all county cadres could seize the opportunity, cheer up, and make their own efforts to welcome the 17th National Congress of the Communist Party of China under the correct leadership of the county party committee and county government.