The old man on the side was stunned, letting him break his mind, but he didn't expect that the gift Xue Xiang said was four roasted sweet potatoes...

Although the old man has never received gifts in his generation, during festivals, people from the county, prefectural committee, and even from the province will come to visit him. Regardless of whether he accepts or not, they have to send him away. It is another matter to take him back.

After a while, the old man had seen the gifts, but he had never seen the gifts he brought sweet potatoes to give him gifts. Even the villagers who had benefited him and thanked him would not give gifts with this thing.

The old man was stunned. Old Xue had already fallen into his stomach, and then reached in, took out one, peeled it open, and started eating it again.

It's early morning again in winter, and the temperature is already low. By this time, dinner is basically all circling in the stomach and entering the large intestine. The steaming and fragrant roasted sweet potatoes are simply the supreme temptation.

If there is real money, the old man can easily defend himself from the party spirit he has trained for decades.

But he endured the most unworthy roasted sweet potato. He endured it and endured it, but he couldn't help it anymore. He grabbed the cloth bag with his hand, reached in and touched it, and grabbed two with one hand. He didn't peel the shell slowly like Mr. Xue, but he split it into two halves with his hands, stretched out his mouth and ran to the yellow potato meat.

The old man's "fall" is really like the saying "Don't do it with a small amount of evil." If it is a serious crime of murder and arson, ordinary people dare not do it. However, occasionally spitting phlegm everywhere and still rushing to the flower bed, but not many people have psychological disorders. Even if there is a psychological disorder, it is difficult to guarantee that they will never do it.

This is the case with the old man. He just had a bag hidden under his bed. Eating it can be considered a sin. Even the old man never thought about the sin.

But the old saying goes: People eat short mouths, no matter whether they are seafood bird's nests or potatoes, after all, they will eat them. After eating them, you will not be able to remove the noodles. This is in line with human behavioral psychology.

Now, the old man chewed the potatoes and patted his stomach, and his face showed comfort. He wanted to reach out to hold the white-opened canned bottles on the Eight Immortals table, and suddenly he saw Old Xue staring at him.

Even if the old man had a broad mind for a lifetime, his face was flushed.

"Cough, cough cough..."

The old man coughed twice, as if he wanted to divert his attention, "What did you say just now? The work in the new district is difficult to carry out. Please contact me to check, pulse, this check and pulse. I am definitely not good at it, but as an old Yunjin, an old comrade, an old party member, I can still talk about some aspects..."

If you eat people in a short mouth, the old man can't die and speak. Although he, in the end, is to let Xue Xiangduoduo educate cadres to be public and have the people in mind, and will naturally win the support of the old surname. There is no nutrition.

But as long as the old man stopped gritting his teeth, Mr. Xue knew that the opportunity was coming.

"You are always right. The lyrics say that being an official does not make decisions for the people. It is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes. To be honest, although I am not a good cadre like you, I still have an old surname in my heart..."

When Mr. Xue said this, he was blocked by the old man's hand. "I have also heard some things about your Secretary Xue. In terms of ability, I will leave my old man ten streets. No matter how big the investment is, you can do it. It will definitely benefit Dejiang in less than ten years. Another thing, I saw that the old man's governance during this period of time. It can be said that the old man has gained great benefits. You are almost the only cadre who made the old man in Yunjin curse unremittingly in recent years!"

Mr. Xue didn't expect that the old man gave him a high evaluation and said with a smile: "You are old and have been awarded. Since I have said this, I will not hide it anymore. The new district is starting and the business is in a difficult situation. You are always the banner of my Yunjin Party Member. At this time of crisis, I hope you will give full play to the remaining energy for the Party Committee of the Yunjin Management Committee and the 200,000 surnames in the Yunjin New District!"

Mr. Xue has already touched the old man's personality. It is definitely useless to beg him. This is a selfless person. Only by using the official banner and saying his surname is profitable can he be convinced.

Sure enough, the old man's face froze, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately shook his head like a rattle, "I'm old, I'm old, except for being able to hold the plow and hold the cow, there is no remaining heat? I won't say it, I won't say it anymore. The old man is sleepy, so go to bed first."

As he said that, he yawned and stood up, "The snow is getting heavier and heavier. You will definitely not be able to leave tonight. If you are willing to squeeze, you will squeeze a bed with my old man. The cover of the mat is a bit broken, but it is all just washed. It is so clean that my old man is not sick. If you don't want to, sit at the stove and cook firewood by yourself."

After saying that, he lifted the curtain and turned it back into the inner room.

Mr. Xue did not stop him, nor followed him, and sat quietly, staring at the hot air rising from the newly poured hot water of the enamel steel, and was stunned.

He really couldn't understand why the old man refused to leave people thousands of miles away. The old man's resume was vivid in his mind. Such an old party member who was almost Comrade Lei Feng had no desires and no desires. The goal and value of living seemed to be left to help others, but why was he unwilling to cooperate with his work?

Let’s hear the old man’s evaluation of himself just now, and from this we can see that in the old man’s eyes, he, Mr. Xue, is still a good official.

Furthermore, before, he stood in front of the fence, alarmed the dog in the doghouse, barked loudly, and alerted the old man. After the old man opened the door, his subconscious words fully proved that what he was not bad for Xue. The old man had high prestige in the local area, otherwise why would he be so confident?

The problem arises now.

1. The old man is a cadre like Lei Feng, and he has no other requests. He is selfless dedication to Yun Jin's old surname;

Second, the old man also recognized that Xue was a good official, but he still refused his request. He didn't even wait for him to tell him how to help him. He only said that he hoped that the old man would take advantage of his remaining energy, so the old man shook his sleeves and left.

, The old man has a high prestige and has the ability to influence the local surname?

After clarifying this, two, the fog in Old Xue's heart became heavier.

Why is an old party member who is capable and willing to help good officials benefit from his surname, why is he unwilling to help?

No matter how you say it, it doesn't make sense, and the point is contradictory.

Either the old man is not selfless and knows that Yunjin is a mess and doesn’t want to get into this trouble; or the old man doesn’t have that strong influence and doesn’t want to show his misfortune;

These two thoughts arose in Old Xue's mind, and he immediately turned his head away and rejected them. An old widower without children and an old party member who gave up his high-ranking official position and generous salary, how could he be afraid of trouble? The old man's resume was definitely a glorious life. How could such a person be afraid of trouble, how could he protect his reputation and not be willing to make profit for the people?

This simply doesn't make sense!

Is it true that the old man thinks that I am false and unwilling to benefit my hometown? This is not true. The old man has a high opinion of himself, and he has been in the officialdom and knows the significance of political achievements to him. He should understand that even if he is not a good person, he has to make profits for Yun Jin's old surname Xingfu.

Assumptions were put forward one by one, and they were quickly overturned. At this moment, Old Xue's brain turned like a spring full of energy.

The more I thought about it, the less I could do it. Mr. Xue felt that his head was about to explode.

Senior Wang Erwa is a treasure he has finally discovered, and the key flag to unlock the dilemma of Yunjing. If he lives, his situation in Yunjin will suddenly undergo a fundamental turn.

And at that time, when he saw the old man's resume, Old Xue didn't expect that the old man would not be willing to help. In his opinion, he and the old man were the same person and should have helped each other.

But now it was like this. While he was extremely confused, he was deeply disappointed.

Old Xue sat at the table in a daze, time flowing silently. I don’t know how long it took, a trace of white fish belly rose in the east sky.

The east was faintly white, and the sky was still dark, but for Mr. Xue, the master of national arts who had amazing perceptions, that touch of whiteness was no different from dawn.

Huh, Old Xue breathed a sigh of relief and beat the sore brain.

After thinking about it all night, there was no answer. But Mr. Xue was not ready to give up. Even if he was reluctant, he had to rely on him to get a result.

With a loud breeze, Old Xue pushed open the wooden door and blew. The biting north wind swept with snowflakes and rushed towards her face, which made Old Xue faint and her swelling head light.

He took off his coat, calmed his mind and shook his mind, pulled out his bow and horse, and pushed up his boxing posture in the fence courtyard.

Starting style, blocking the bird's tail, single whip wings, lifting the hand upward, white crane bright...

After walking in a boxing posture, the vigorous blood and blood wandered around the body several times, and the fatigue suddenly disappeared overnight.

Breathing the cold air and bathing in the cool snowflakes, Mr. Xue suddenly felt refreshed.

Looking at the round gossip made of complicated footprints on the snow, Mr. Xue quickly walked to the wall, picked up a broom, and blew it, and rushed to the snow on the ground, exerting strength.

On the other side, he waved the broom and, with a whisper, the door of the house on the other end of the fence opened.

In the dim morning light, middle-aged man stepped out, carried a heavy cotton jacket and a dog-feather hat. While tying a belt, he sucked the cigarette pouch in his mouth and made the sparks fly.

Hearing the movement of Xue Xiang, the middle-aged man was shocked and said from a distance: "Uncle Wa, what are you doing? I have already agreed to sprinkle all of your work in this ha ha. I got up early and wanted to sweep the snow. I would like to let you do it first. Lange will do it again. In the future, I don't want you to help my family. Last time, when there was a fire, you can help my family replant overnight. I will calculate the money for you. If you always do this, will you let me get stabbed by someone..."

It was still dark, and Xue Xiang, the master of national arts, had a stunning eye. Under this kind of light, he could see through the slightest, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he could only see figures and could not see the outline clearly. (To be continued)

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