In order to confirm the authenticity of Wang Yongqiang's statement, Wu Daguang bought some fruits and went to the small courtyard where they rented. The small courtyard was remote to the village around the county town.

There was a striking crack in the wall of the courtyard. Wu Daguang suspected that with a slight push, the wall would collapse.

The yard is covered with weeds and there is no sign of anyone living there. The situation inside the house is simply Wu Daguang’s house last year, the dilapidated house among the dilapidated houses.

A thin woman lies on the kang in the west room, with only skin and bones left, her cheeks sunken, her forehead is very clear, and she breathes weakly under a thin quilt. Because she is a cultural person, even if she is too thin, she is not as sloppy as other rural women.

"Xiu'er, the boss Wu Daguang I told you is here to see you." Wang Yongqiang spoke very gently to the woman, afraid that louder she would scare the woman.

Through the eyelids, the woman's eyeball moved and slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Wu Daguang, she pulled the corner of her mouth with difficulty: "Big Boss, you'll come here in person. Yongqiang quickly move a chair for the boss to sit." The woman's voice was weak, but she was very polite.

Wang Yongqiang slapped his forehead: "Look, I forgot, I'll go now."

Wang Yongqiang moved a chair to the house. Because there were basins on the chair all year round, the water stains were obvious. The man embarrassedly put a towel for washing his face on the chair. "The boss's house is shabby, don't be surprised."

Wu Daguang smiled, put the fruit on the kang, took off the towel and sat on the dirty chair.

"All of them are rural people, what's the point of being particular about?" Wu Daguang said with a smile.

"The big boss is also from the countryside?" Wang Yongqiang asked back.

"Why, isn't it like? I used to be much better than you. My family owed a thousand yuan of foreign debts. The house collapsed when it was the most difficult time. If you want to talk about those days, you wouldn't dare to think about it."

When Wang Yongqiang learned that Wu Daguang came from the countryside, he became much more friendly: "I have always been afraid that the boss would look down on those from our village and never dared to talk to you too much." Wang Yongqiang scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

"Virtue." The woman said.

Wu Daguang made a joke with the two, completely removing their defense, and talked about the wedding situation. Wu Daguang bluntly talked about the pros and cons, which undoubtedly exposed their wounds to the public.

Wang Yongqiang was very excited when he heard this, and he kept mouthing from time to time, looking forward to that kind of scene. The woman didn't speak all the time, but just looked at Wang Yongqiang quietly and kept saying that in front of his beloved woman, men would become a child who wanted candy.

After Wu Daguang finished the process, he agreed that Wang Yongqiang would go to him tomorrow, and then he felt that he was extravagant, whether Wang Yongqiang and his wife should be so loving.

Because I came here for three rounds at night, I talked until after ten o'clock, and said goodbye to leave. The most embarrassing thing is that this place is very remote.

It took two points to walk back, and Wu Daguang resolutely picked up his elder brother and dialed his second son's phone number.

The other end of the phone was very noisy, which means that diners were used to chatting and fucking at Wuji Restaurant at night and spent the long night.

The second brother was polite to Wu Daguang. After answering the phone, he arrived without saying a word and rode a motorcycle. It took more than two hours to walk on his legs, and the old man arrived in twenty minutes.

Back at Wu Ji Catering, the diners chatting in the store saw Wu Daguang and their eyes fell on Wu Daguang's butt. A circle of unknown dirty things behind him.

"Brother Guang, what's behind your butt egg?" someone asked.

Wu Daguang pulled his pants and glanced at it. The dirty things on his chair Wang Yongqiang printed on his pants.

"I don't know what to do."

Wu Daguang walked up to the second floor. When he got down again, he had already changed his pants and had a small notebook in his hand.

"Daguang, what are you doing? You can't learn calligraphy from Xinghua."

"I'm also taking the college entrance exam and took a job that pays money."

"What kind of work? Can you still do business that is not profitable? Who will believe it if you pay for money?" The diner beats the beggar.

"It's really not profitable. I met someone who brought his wife to the county to treat his illness a few days ago..." Wu Daguang talked about Wang Yongqiang's story.

People are emotional animals, and sympathy is flooded in the shop. The men are fine, but the women are crying when they hear it.

"Daguang, when will they hold a wedding? I will collect the money. I will pay for my meal." The emotionally fragile person sympathized with him.

"You say this as if our human hearts are not as fleshy as you go. How can we still be worse if you go?"

The former has a flat mouth.

An economically savvy proposal: "Daguang, I feel that you are at a disadvantage when you do this. How many people in the county are here to eat poorly. I think you shouldn't ask for more. If you charge one dollar per person, we can still afford it, so that some people will just go to have a free meal."

"This proposal is good. I've been talking about the first time I've known you for so long."

"Go to play with me."

There were laughter and laughter in the store. As the saying goes, everyone was full of firewood and fire. You said and said, Wu Daguang had to think about a long plan and discussed it in just a few hours.

Time was tight, Wu Daguang slept for four hours, and Wang Yongqiang came. The two went to buy some wedding essentials. After busy for a long time, they returned to Wuji Restaurant. The county magistrate was having dinner on the first floor of the restaurant.

When the county magistrate saw Wu Daguang, he waved his hand with a smile: "Daguang is back, come here to have something."

Wang Yongqiang was like a follower. Wu Daguang walked over and sat down, and he also walked over and sat down.

"Daguang, I heard you are preparing for a wedding?"

Wu Daguang nodded: "Yes."

"How can I not tell me about such a thing? As a county magistrate, I have such a thing in my jurisdiction. I don't even know that it's a failure."

When Wang Yongqiang heard the other party claiming to be the county magistrate, he became nervous. He actually wondered if there was any smell on his body.

Wu Daguang's mouth trembled, what trouble did the county magistrate want to make?

Wu Daguang was confused, and the county magistrate patted Wu Daguang on the shoulder: "Can you let our county government help you too?"

Wu Da is bald, and the county magistrate wants to be close to the people and promote himself.

Wu Daguang didn't answer the conversation. When analyzing, the county magistrate said earnestly: "I heard Xiaozhi say they have no money to be hospitalized. I have communicated with the hospital and let them go to the hospital. If you are sick, you have to treat the disease and you can't drag it down."

When Wang Yongqiang heard this, he heard the county magistrate talking about him. He knelt on the ground with gratitude. A big man burst into tears and said, "County magistrate, the good county magistrate of the people, I...I...I...I don't know how to thank you."

The county magistrate was shocked by Wang Yongqiang's kneeling, and stood up and took several steps back.

Wu Daguang smiled awkwardly, and Wang Yongqiang knelt down, which caught him off guard.

Think about it carefully, as a person who is helped, he must show a grateful look as if he is helped.
Chapter completed!