At that moment, Mr. Xue turned the front of the car and rushed towards the ground.

The old farmer saw him coming, loosened the plow and drove the old ox out of the ridge of the field, chewed the dead grass, and quickly came forward.

When he got closer, he stood up and Xue Laobu walked up the ridge of the field, threw a cigarette from afar, and said with a smile: "Old man, it's not too late, and he is still working overtime. Look at this two-mile radius, it's not like someone's. If you work for a while, you have to go home in the dark. When isn't it? What's the hurry?"

"No, I'm not in a hurry, but I'm in a hurry."

Thanks to the lighter handed over by Xue Xiang, and nimblely wiped the fire with flint. The old farmer whisked and squirted a sip of cigarettes, saying, "At first glance, the little comrade is not a farmer. This is a abandoned land. You have to replant it before the first frost. Otherwise, the land will not be harvested next year. I am fighting with God. I will not be able to scatter it. It just so happens that the weather is good today. If the moon really comes out, I will have to do it overnight. Look, Dahei and I have prepared all the black foods." As he said that, he reached out and pointed to the west.

Ten meters away, there were a few messy thatchs. In the middle of the thatch, there was a large green bamboo basket as thick as a water tank. The basket was filled with yellow straw, and there was a military canvas bag and a military kettle on the straw.

Upon hearing this, Xue Xiang felt awe-inspiring and then looked at the old farmer carefully.

But although this old farmer's figure was shrinking due to his old age, it was still more than 1.7 meters tall. When he was young, he was a tall man. He described himself as thin, but he was not weak, skinny, with a straw hat, and his hair was invisible. His old face was densely covered with patterns, which deeply recorded the traces of time, and at least sixty-seven or eight.

It was such an old farmer who was still fighting the night and trying to make a living with the sky. Mr. Xue was really shocked. Thinking about his temporary predicament, he became decadent and felt a fever on his face.

I was embarrassed everywhere and couldn't help but look back and look west. I suddenly saw the Jade Girl Peak not far away. Cuiping Mountain seemed to stand in the sky, with clouds and smoke swelling, and the mountains were vast, like a vast ocean. In the deep ocean, the fire clouds were getting more and more exciting.

"The west wind is strong, and the geese call the frosty moon in the sky. The frosty moon in the morning. The horse's hooves are broken, and the trumpets are hoarse. The road is as bright as iron. Now we are stepping over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and down the sun is as blood."

Suddenly, the old farmer read out a word, and the sound was like a fight between metal and stone. A high-spirited work made the old farmer read out eight parts of the essence. What is even more rare is that this poem is strange and conforms to the situation in front of him, and it is obvious that he was born from the scene.

After reading the word, the old farmer took a sip. The last half inch of the smoke column was completely burned out, and the cigarette butts were bounced back into the field, spitting out smoke, and sighed: "Little comrade, there is no hurdle in this world. If you think about everything, you must know that the boat will naturally straighten when you reach the bridge."

Mr. Xue was really shocked. The old farmers in the countryside could understand the scenery and observe their words and expressions. They could understand the people's hearts so well. They were not ordinary farmers.

Seeing the surprise between Xue Xiang's eyebrows, the old farmer smiled and said, "I'm not a person who can transform into a person, I can recite a few poems of the Chairman. I'm even trying to read other chapters. As for your thoughts, I'm just lying on my face. I saw the dead bumps between my eyebrows from afar. The bike on the mountain is flying up quickly. Everyone knows that you are bored. I chose the Chairman's "Lushanguan", which is to give you a great man's mind. Lange can be a stubborn path, and there is nothing in this world!"

"Thank you, thank you, my uncle!"

Mr. Xue’s thank you are from the heart. For people like him, it is often not the difficulties that stump him, but the one who is himself. If his heart becomes mentally retarded and cannot be overcome, he will inevitably suffer endless troubles.

"What are you thanking? It's not too early. I have to fight God. You should hurry up earlier, ride slowly, sharpen your knife and chop the wood. If you fall on the upper hand, no matter how fast you are in front, it will be in vain!"

In a long-winded sentence, the old man said nothing more, and hunched his back and walked towards the old cow that was eating dead grass by the field.

Mr. Xue felt respectful, but he was not good at speaking. He reached out to take out his wallet, put it back in his pocket, then took out the half bag of cigarettes, threw it gently, and the cigarette box was accurately and accurately into the side bag of the military shoulder bag.

After turning over the car, Mr. Xue did not speed up again. Until he could no longer see the old farmer, Mr. Xue's feet regained force. Suddenly, the bicycle flew away like an arrow leaving the string.

When he saw Yunjinhu at the southernmost end, Mr. Xue felt something was wrong. The two farmers and women carried hoes, carried sickles, or shovels, and rushed to the west. The place was the location of the New District Management Committee.

"broken!"

Seeing this situation, Old Xue immediately felt a sudden heart and thought to himself that it must be the time to pay the bill and get out of the basket.

"But reasonably, it will work completely with grain and oil instead of money. I told Dai Yubin to give a premium!"

Mr. Xue couldn't figure it out, but his feet accelerated again.

I rode for two miles and there was another fork. The place where Mr. Xue had come to Guaili Village. But I saw a pair of farmers holding their own rice bowls and rice cubes, some of whom had their own food, and some of whom had towels to keep them warm, so I rushed to the west.

Now, Mr. Xue was completely surprised. The villagers around Yunjinhu were fighting. He knew that he had never seen anyone bringing a job to fight.

Old Xue was confused and his feet slowed down a little. His eyes suddenly saw someone, tilted the handlebars, and leaned over.

"Tang Ya, what are you doing?"

Yes, Mr. Xue is attracted by the heroine who had previously had a storm in Li Village, the wife of the village man Li Er.

Tang Ya also held a red wooden scoop in her hand, which seemed to have a lot of food. She saw the person clearly and was startled. In her memory, Xue Xiang was an amazing person. Not only was he a big official, he also had a big drinker and was neat. He was the only official who convinced the fierce young and old men in Guaili Village.

However, Tang Ya was shy, and Mr. Xue was a young man and handsome man. When he heard him greeting, Tang Ya was so embarrassed that she immediately turned red. How could she still answer?

But the same aunt spoke quickly and told the truth in just a few words.

It turned out that they were going to the construction site of the management committee to deliver meals to their men.

Originally, according to the past hour, it was time to get off work early. I heard that Zhangjiapu and Shangdan Temple were making trouble there. The men in Guaili Village had not yet returned to the village. The wives from each family were afraid that they would be hungry and were making cash every day, so they delivered food there.

The aunt was a rough and generous person, and she spoke inclinedly. She cursed and revealed her dissatisfaction with Zhangjiapu and Shangdan Temple.

"Zhangjiapu, Shangtan Temple? Why do they have to make trouble?"

These two villages, Mr. Xue, are familiar to him, and are one of the several villages closest to the Yunjin New District Management Committee. This time, the infrastructure project employment was recruited from these villages, Zhangjiapu and Shangdan Temple.

The aunt curled her lips and said, "If you have red eyes, you can still be the case with Lange. You can't work hard and be lazy and clever. The officials don't want them anymore. They chose us to kid Li Village and Tangjiazhuang. These turtles are stubborn. So, they run over to make trouble. I raise them. The young lady. The men in our kid Li Village and Tangjiazhuang are not grown up with porridge. If you want to fight, you will beat them. If they have to do anything, they will have to do it."

As soon as the aunt finished speaking, a clang sounded, her eyes flashed. The handsome young man in front of her was already ten meters away. She was stunned again, and the bicycle disappeared from her sight in an instant.

"It's so hard for me, I'm so crazy, I'm riding my bike and riding it with a car!"

Mr. Xue couldn't hear the aunt's surprise. His surprise was far more than that of the aunt. He was really afraid of anything he wanted to scold his mother.

It can be said that when he came to Yunjin New District, he was mentally prepared. He was always regarded as the number one crisis guarding against this group of people, because in such a thing, he would die if he bumped into it, and there was no reason to say that as long as he was not handled properly, the above said that he would be exempted, and there was no place to seek justice if he was wrongly killed.

Haven't you seen that there are many administrative officials in a province with large coal resources in later generations, and even before taking office, you have to prepare a review letter, all because of frequent accidents and crowds gathering, which are badly affected.

When it comes to this, I can only lament myself the unlucky.

Mr. Xue knew that the reason why he was surrounded by Zhou and Kong was to make him fall into this situation. As long as he was not dealt with properly, the machetes of the two must be neat.

Since Mr. Xue thought of this, he was naturally prepared and prepared a plan in his mind. However, he never thought that he would launch it without waiting for him to free up his hands.

"I'm careless, Zhang Che, Yan Kuan, Su Quan, who is not an old official? How could it be so easy to deal with in the officialdom?"

Mr. Xue cursed angrily and said, "It's faster than the feet."

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"...Friends, fellow villagers, don't be excited, don't be excited, believe in the Party and the government, and believe that we will deal with it properly. If there is any problem, you can send representatives and let's sit down and talk slowly..."

Jiang Fangping stood on a simple desk, took a bald rusty trumpet, and shouted loudly.

It was a coincidence that he arrived in the evening and was about to inform Xue Xiang of the relevant situation of the prefectural committee in the recent stage. He had no choice but to hold on to several positions, but he had no time to clone him. As the butler, he could only serve as his first eye and ear.

When he came, the "hustle and bustle" here. As soon as he got up, he was stunned for a while and then called Dai Yubin to notify the leaders of the new district at home.

According to convention, Secretary Xue Xiang, Zhengyin, should be Zhang Che, the executive vice-chairman. Unexpectedly, Dai Yubin's search not only made Zhang Che go out temporarily, but Yan Kuan, who is ranked high, and Su Quanji is not at home.

Wei Lan rushed over and volunteered to talk to the villagers, but everyone was familiar with the folk customs of Yunjin villagers. In addition to being brave and wild, she looked down on women the most. Wei Meiren had the highest official position, and she would mostly have a counterproductive effect when she came to power rashly. (To be continued)

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