Fortunately, Xiaoshan is not as smooth as before, with the roads and the population getting thicker. Mr. Xue took a bag and walked a few steps before he encountered an empty car tow goods. After talking for a few words, he got on the carriage.

It’s not that the driver didn’t like him and did not allow him to sit in the cockpit, but that it was dusk, and the setting sun was ripe. In addition, Mr. Xue knew that when he left Xiaoshan today, he was definitely not as polite as he responded to the polite words of the villagers who gave him things - he came to pick them up again next year, probably just like Kuoshantun, and stepped on it again, and I don’t know which year or month it was. Therefore, Mr. Xue really felt like "outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass was green all over the sky."

The truck was just to Huayuan. Because of the last trip, the car was naturally fast, and it took only an hour to travel from Xiaoshan to Huayuan.

As soon as Xue Xiang got off the truck, Shi Yong drove in the car in a short while.

It turned out that Zhou Mingfang had known about the movements over Xiaoshan in Huayuan, so he sent a car to pick Xue Xiang up. Who would have thought that Xue Xiang got on the truck and didn't catch up with both buses. Then, Shi Yong took people to roam around, and just happened to follow Xue Xiang.

When he arrived at Zhou Mingfang's office, Huang Guan was there at 6:30 in the evening and arrived at the place. Zhou Ming was ready to prepare dinner. Who would have thought that this supper would not be eaten in Huayuan after all. Feng Jing from the provincial capital called and invited everyone to Liaoyang.

Liaoyang is not close to Huayuan, and the express train will take two hours. However, Minister Feng spoke, so everyone naturally had no reason to object.

Just like that, at 9:00 pm, Mr. Xue held his job.

The supper was eaten at Feng Jing's house. Mrs. Feng had good craftsmanship. Although it was a table of home-cooked dishes, it also improved the flavor.

Feng Jing had a daughter who had already started a family, and his son and daughter-in-law had not been in politics. He was a people's teacher in a key high school in the province. It was the end of the semester and there was no way to rest in the evening. The couple took a heater bucket and greeted someone. Then they went back to school to work. After Mrs. Feng had prepared the banquet, she sued everyone and returned to the study.

Therefore, the four people who had dinner at night were Feng Jing, Huang Guang, Zhou Mingfang and Xue Lao.

Feng Jing’s home is not in the provincial party committee compound, but an ordinary house next to the provincial party committee compound. The overall layout is simple and simple, which Xue always admires.

To put it in detail, Feng Jing did not give Xue Xiang a very good impression. Of course, this was not very good. It was entirely because Mr. Xue was disgusted with officials in his previous life, and he thought he was good at ease and flattering officials. There was no good thing.

This is exactly what Feng Jing gave him the first impression of Mr. Xue. But he didn't know that Feng Jing was almost in danger at that time, and he naturally didn't care about decent things.

Of course, this is not a very good feeling, and it will not make Xue Xiangzhen dislike Feng Jing, but it is just a small thorn in his heart.

But today, he stepped into Feng Jing's house. This simple and simple house and a family with a strong bookish atmosphere completely changed Mr. Xue's view of Feng Jing.

It is said that birds of a feather flock together. Although this statement may not be accurate. However, a person's family environment best reflects a person's temperament and quality.

Because it was a light meal, and the officials were not good at drinking, the four of them had a few drinks and then started the meal. Feng Jingren ate a bowl and stopped early, but Mr. Xue was blowing away the wind and almost made a hole in Feng Jing's rice pot.

To put it in detail, Mr. Xue was indeed hungry. He was a day today. He had no teeth. He woke up in the morning and had not had time to eat. He went to the suburbs to welcome Minister Jin and others. He had a meeting in the morning. Seeing that the meeting was about to part with him, there was another incident of the siege of the masses. Just as the dinner was about to begin, he followed Feng Jing's call and rushed to Liaoyang. Mr. Xue was the master of national arts, but he was not happy about the fact that the Five Insect Temple had no food.

The guests were invited to have no meals. Whether it was a prince or a nobleman or a commoner, he would probably be very embarrassed when encountering this. At present, Feng Jing is exactly like this.

Minister Feng almost blushed and called Mrs. Feng out of his foot, and complained.

When Mrs. Feng heard that she had no food, she said frankly and said she didn't believe it. While muttering, "I took four bowls of rice", she went into the kitchen. Soon after a "huh" sound came from the kitchen, Mrs. Feng lit the gas again and asked how to add the bowl of noodles. Old Xue Luoluo responded generously and said that it would be best to put a drum. Zhou Mingfang and Huang Guan were so embarrassed that they covered their faces and ran away. It was simply embarrassing to be a guest with such a person!

Commissioner Zhou was the most similar to Mr. Xue. He stared at first and kicked at the back. However, Mr. Xue’s face was better than the city wall and his legs were like iron pillars. Commissioner Zhou was only swollen and kicked his shoes to pieces, and Mr. Xue was only concerned about chewing hard.

However, Feng Jing came back to the taste, and sometimes he greeted Xue Xiang with a smile, and sometimes he called Mrs. Feng in the kitchen to serve the noodles in a small tin pot made of porridge. At this moment, Minister Feng could see that the Xue family did not treat him, Feng as an outsider.

As Feng Jing ordered, Mrs. Feng brought out a small tin pot filled with pounds. After the tin pot was served, Mrs. Feng refused to move and stood aside, as if she was looking at the Western scenery, and wanted to see how much appetite this young man had.

Who would have thought that when Mrs. Feng's mouth was so full that it took a minute and it didn't close.

But when he saw this young man, he stirred the chopsticks in a tin pot for a few times, reached out and took half of the braised spicy chicken, poured it into the tin pot, and then buried his head in, and a tin pot full of noodles, and half of it was left. Then, Mr. Xue started working on the left and right, and he poured the dishes on the plate into the tin pot. After stirring several times, he ate and chewed it. A pot of noodles was made in half a minute.

Finally, Mr. Xue was full of wine and food, but the rest of the room was stunned.

After a long time, Zhou Mingfang suddenly said: "Xue Xiang, are you reincarnated by a starving ghost or Zhu Bajie? This is the food..."

Zhou Mingfang stammered and exclaimed, Feng Jing and Huang Guan were also very impressed. However, Mrs. Feng was frightened to see it, afraid that Mr. Xue would be exhausted, so she made a polite advice, asking him to find a place to lie down first.

Old Xue smiled and said, "Auntie, my appetite is natural, it's not hindered. Besides, the dishes you cook are really delicious. I can't even stop my mouth." After speaking, he pulled out his legs from under the table: "Look, I kicked me underneath before, but I couldn't stop my chopsticks."

"Hahaha……"

Xue Xiang's words made everyone happy.

After dinner, the four of them set up a tea table under the old pine tree in front of Feng Jingtang, sat around to drink tea and talk.

At that time, the bright moon is like a wheel, the night wind is clear and bright, neither cold nor hot, and it is quiet and peaceful, but it is a good environment for chatting and making friends.

In fact, this moment is the core time for their gathering.

"I heard from Lao Jin that Xiaoshan is very troubled today. Lao Jin is a steady person. I see that he speaks a little trembling, so he must be troubled. Xue Xiang, Lao Jin has a lot of praise to you. He is the most popular person. I rarely listen to him praise people. From his tone, he seems to have to call the Propaganda Department and ask someone to go to Xiaoshan to have a good time!"

Minister Feng started the conversation after dividing the tea for others.

Xue Xiang waved his hand repeatedly: "Don't, you all know my current situation. It's really a lawsuit, and I want to bury my head in the land. I can't tell you this person!"

"Hahaha……"

People laughed happily, they were no better than others, and they knew that Xue Xiang was not in good condition. Not to mention anything else, the article that Xue, who was almost self-defense in the daily newspaper a few days ago, almost became a magnet that attracted swords, guns, swords and halberds. These days, they have been criticized many times, and many great theorists in the party who have not appeared for a long time have written them.

Of course, no one dares to directly refute the exemption of agricultural tax, which is unforgivable. After all, Mr. Xue has innate justice, and most of his firepower is actually "Xue predicts that the Republic will be completely exempted from agricultural tax in more than 20 years", and scolding him, Mr. Xue for being very happy about his merits.

Fortunately, Mr. Xue knew that this manuscript was in the hands of the elders. After passing it, he published it later. However, with the word not being updated, Mr. Xue knew that he would rest assured. Therefore, he was provoked by these old guys who were usually so idle and difficult to stimulate, so he simply avoided it. He didn't even read the newspaper, so he became quiet for a while.

The quietness is hard to come by, and Mr. Xue doesn't want to be in the whirlpool of the storm anymore. To be honest, Mr. Xue has already spent enough, and it is almost a disgusting journey. At this moment, if the provincial newspaper will create another such as "One Hundred Thousands of Family Send to the Secretary - Jiao Yulu in the Ji New Era" and so on, Mr. Xue can go crazy.

Furthermore, if such reports are really published, wouldn’t those people scold him for being so fond of merit and greedy for fame and fortune?

The four of them followed Xue Xiang's scene in Xiaoshan today. After a while, the topic was soon brought on the right track by Feng Jing again.

"Xue Xiang, I don't know how Comrade An Yuan is doing now. As the time comes, what is our constitution this year?"

Feng Jing held the teacup and said a word, then gently scraped the edge of the cup with the tea cover. It seemed to be clear and clear, but as soon as this said, Huang Guan and Zhou Mingfang cranked the teacup in his hand at the same time, and a sound came from him.

However, this year's term change is different from previous years, and it was postponed for a full four months. The People's Congress was not held until September. This shows that the game between all parties is fierce.

In front of him, except for Zhou Mingfang who was promoted to the full position as early as the New Year, Feng Jing and Huang Guan both have people who pursue it. Of course, although Zhou Mingfang did not pursue it in his position, how could he not care about major events within the faction? In a sense, the high degree of faction leadership largely determines the high degree of other people in the faction.

It is not an exaggeration to Zhou Mingfang care about it!

Feng Jing and Huang Guan are probably concerned, especially Zhou Mingfang, because the pursuit of these two people in this election is quite large! (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!