The two talked about the current difficulties. Wu Daguang came back at some point and opened the door and got in.

"The two leaders, as ordinary people, have a suggestion that they should be said or not."

He really scared the secretary: "Did you even keep silent in the aisle? What's there to say?"

Wu Daguang's eyes shifted from the county magistrate to the secretary: "The two leaders only learned about the current situation in the rural areas from the written documents of their subordinates. Let's go on a walk without any trouble. Don't look at whatever the old subordinates take you to see. You will listen to whatever the subordinates say to you."

Wu Daguang retracted his head and left.

In the county magistrate's office, the secretary was so angry: "Wu Daguang used to think he was good, but now he is so ignorant of speaking. You are so sorry for reporting to the Morning Garment Factory."

The county magistrate sat on the chair and said coldly: "You go out first, let me think about it."

The secretary was so angry that he couldn't speak out, so he left the county magistrate's office in disappointment.

Wu Daguang just got it right. The county magistrate wanted to do something practical for the people, and he didn't have the courage to say these things. The county magistrate is a good county magistrate, but his vision is not long-term. Wu Daguang can understand this. After all, no one can tell the future. Things must be multi-faceted.

Wu Daguang did not only make a convenience for Xiawa Village when building a school. There are more than a dozen villages distributed around Xiawa Village. The children in these villages can go to Xiawa Village to go to school. The distance is not too far. Even if parents come to see you off, it will not be too late.

Wu Daguang went to Chenguang Garment Factory to pick up Zhang Manfu. It was still early and Xinghua had not yet finished school. She led Zhang Manfu around the county town and bought two clean clothes.

After walking until Xinghua’s school, Wu Daguang led Zhang Manfu to Xinghua’s kindergarten to pick up Xinghua’s school after school.

The two children used to be playmates, but they became more intimate when they met. They held their hands with each other, and Wu Daguang became a foil in a short while.

The county magistrate did not go to work for two days on Saturday and Sunday. Since Wu Daguang said those words, the county magistrate began to reflect on his work in recent years. He would solve the problem if he reacted to it. He just sat in the office and looked at the problem, just like a scholar talking on paper.

On Sunday afternoon, the county magistrate came to Wu Ji Catering. Wu Daguang was busy with some complicated things in Chen Guang. When he heard the county magistrate go to Wu Ji Catering to find him, a stone fell into the ground. It seemed that he had bet right, and the county magistrate listened to those words.

At Wuji Catering, while waiting for Wuji Catering, he met Zhang Manfu. Although Zhang Manfu was wearing new clothes, he could tell from his tanned skin and dodging eyes that he was not a child from the county. After asking the waiter, he realized that the child wanted to go to the village and come to the city to have fun.

Zhang Manfu is very sensible. When he is busy in the store, he will entertain guests. Although he is shy, he tries hard to communicate with others. When he is not busy, he sits beside Xinghua and watch Xinghua do his homework and asks occasionally, especially after Xinghua teaches him to write his name, he learns his name over and over again on the back of the notebook that Xinghua has used, with his eyes full of desire for knowledge.

"Zhang Manfu?" asked the county magistrate. He was not sure if this was the name of the child. It sounded like this name from the voice of the two children.

Zhang Manfu looked up and saw that he was a very stylish uncle. He didn't say anything and didn't know what to say. He was worried that he would cause trouble for Uncle Daguang.

The county magistrate waved his hand and signaled Zhang Manfu to come over: "Come here and let me see what you wrote."

Zhang Manfu dared not.

A county magistrate could not care about his children. He got up and sat next to Xinghua, and kept an opposition to Zhang Manfu. He knew that Zhang Manfu was insecure, so he deliberately kept a distance.

Compared with Zhang Manfu, Xinghua seemed generous and decent: "Brother Manfu, don't be afraid. He is not a bad person. He is Brother Xiaozhi's father. You should call him uncle. Let me tell you, uncle is the county magistrate, and the entire county town is under his control, and even our village is under his control."

Zhang Manfu looked innocently at the county magistrate sitting opposite him: "Hello, County... Uncle County magistrate."

The county magistrate took the book in front of Zhang Manfu and saw the crooked words on the book, and it was difficult to identify it. It was the name.

It happened that at this time, Wu Daguang rushed over from Chenguang Garment Factory. When he saw this scene outside the door, he did not rush into the door, but chose to stay away silently.

In Wuji Catering, the county magistrate tried to ask in the warmest tone: "Is Zhang Manfu your name?"

Zhang Manfu was frightened by the uncle in front of him. Like the apricot blossoms that had just arrived, his voice was as small as a mosquito, and he replied with a timid word: "Yes."

"Don't be afraid, uncle is not a bad person. How old are you?"

Zhang Manfu wanted to open his mouth, but he didn't dare to speak out.

Xinghua replied on behalf of her: "Brother Manfu is eight years old."

"Xinghua, you asked your brother Manfu to speak, and you said everything, what did he say?" said the county magistrate, continuing to Zhang Manfu: "Will you go to school?"

Zhang Manfu shook his head and said nothing.

“Then why not go to school?”

"It's too...too far away. When I grow up, I can go to school by myself."

"Do you want to go to school?"

Zhang Manfu nodded heavily, raised his head, which was pressed down by him, and answered almost eagerly in his eyes: "I want to."

The child in front of us makes people feel sad. He is just a microcosm of all the children in the mountains. There are many children like Zhang Manfu. Wu Daguang is right. If you want to get rid of poverty completely, you have to start with the children. The economy is not a matter of one day or one night. When you first meet, you have to rely on these children who have grown up to support it.

There is probably no need to discuss with Wu Daguang anymore. The county magistrate has made a decision in his mind. A child's words are more useful than Wu Daguang's thousands of words.

The county magistrate got up and walked out of Wuji Catering. When he saw Wu Daguang sitting on a bicycle at the door, he seemed to have come back long ago and was passing the time.

"Da Guang, you are back, why don't you come in? Are you hiding from me?" asked the county magistrate.

Wu Daguang opened his mouth, and before he could speak, the county magistrate interrupted him: "When there is time next week, I will go to your Xiawa Village with you and take a walk in person, so as not to say that I am just talking about war on paper in the office."

"Don't talk about taking time next week, next Monday, I'll send Manfu back on Monday, and go along the way."

The county magistrate laughed dryly: "Wu Daguang, I'm still hiding your trap."

Wu Daguang smiled embarrassedly and said, "How dare I?"

"Okay, don't be humble, you've gotten rid of the trap."

"Then I'll make a reservation. Let's go to our village on Monday?"

"I'll go just by saying that I will go, are you afraid that the county magistrate, I, will break my promise to you? You're busy, I'll go back." The county magistrate left in the direction of his home.

"County magistrate, you didn't ask me for something, you left without saying anything." Wu Daguang asked to the back of the county magistrate.
Chapter completed!