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On the way back, Chen Jianguo came out of the fence wall next to him and pretended to be confused: "Didn't Secretary Song go to Wanxin Hakka? Why are you back?"

Song Qingyun: "Where did you go just now?"

Chen Jianguo: "Maybe because I had a stomachache, I found a place to solve the problem. Now I'm going to have a walk, let's go there together. I don't believe that Wan Xinke wants to rebel, so I asked the militia to tie her up."

Song Qingyun had just quarreled with Wan Xinke, and then chased each other in the yard. At least thirty minutes, there was such a big noise again, but Chen Jianguo pretended not to know.

Hey, this guy is really good at pretending!

He laughed in anger: "Chen Wenshu, you're soaking in a dangling well, so you're so tired! Forget it, I've solved Wan Xinke's affairs. I've asked Huang Ming to dig up the potatoes grown by Wan Xinke and prepare to get the water... No, wait, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Song Qingyun thought so because she didn't do it now. After all, in that field, tens of thousands of new customers had put dozens of kilograms of potatoes into seeds. It's a waste to dig them now. When she got the seeds herself, she could cook them as feed to feed the pigs.

"Ah, Wan Xinke agreed, she would do it too?"

This sentence just scratched Song Qingyun's itchy spot, and he proudly said what happened just now.

Chen Jianguo: "It's a good idea for Secretary Song to understand the policy. I admire you, admire you! Yes, yes, it's not too busy to get through the water. We have to hold a ceremony tomorrow."

Song Qingyun had no good feelings for him and couldn't help but scold him: "What kind of ceremony is a big deal, it's a waste of money."

He ignored him and went back to the house to help Chen Dagou write application materials for the five-guarantee households.

All afternoon, the village was filled with the angry curses of Wan Xinke. The curses were so varied that they were full of tricks, and that they were like a rock that broke through the clouds.

It is said that at the beginning, the mother of the child who took advantage of Chen Dagou even gave her a few words. But ten minutes later, she was scolded by Wan Xinke so much that she looked like a mortal face. She hid in the house without showing her head, did not dare to put down the ground, and did not dare to cook. Now, because of her unstable mood, she screamed that her heart hurts.

It can be seen that the more you think about it, the more you become, the more you become, the more you lose, and in the end you get angry.

Song Qingyun was also caused by the scolding from Wan Xinke's wind, and he made many typos.

At night, when Chen Dagou was cooking, he came.

Song Qingyun: "Chen Dagou, you won't stay here, right? Go and go, don't make trouble."

Secretary Xiao Song felt frightened when he thought of his loud snoring.

Chen Dagou stuffed a large bag of things into Song Qingyun's hand.

The bag is wrapped in kraft paper, with a piece of red paper on it, and tied with a thin linen.

"What is this?"

"Tea food." The so-called tea food is snacks. Chen Dagou said that this was sent by his mother to Song Qingyun. According to local customs, it is legitimate to give some snacks to your godfather.

"I'm not in seniority, brother, you are my elder brother. If you call me dad in the future, I will ignore you." Song Qingyun was so amused that she opened it and saw a pack of sagema inside.

Just destroy it with Chen Dagou, I will do it together.

Early in the morning, Song Qingyun was surprised by the sound of gongs and drums and fierce knocking on the door. He rubbed his eyes full of boredom and looked at it. The yard of the village committee was already waving red flags.

A dozen villagers with red cloth on their bodies were led by a Taoist priest-like man, dancing with a streamer and passionate.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyun was frightened by this huge battle.

Chen Jianguo: "Secretary Song, Wan Xinke dug the potatoes she planted before dawn today. Huang Ming had already repaired the irrigation canal and is now taking people to Xinlian to release water. According to the time, it should be similar. You should go to the village entrance to witness this grand event."

"A grand event?"

"Yes, a grand event. Secretary Song, our village has been short of water for so many years, and we are seeing the winter wheat harvest absent. It is you who built the canal and brought in live water. This is a big event. On behalf of the village committee and the village committee, I would like to thank you. Everyone's opinion is to hold a ceremony, please be sure to attend."

As he said that, he pulled Song Qingyun's arm and left.

Song Qingyun: "Wait, aren't you feudal superstition?"

"How is it feudal superstition? This is a custom."

"Even the Taoist priests have been invited, how do you calculate the cost and how do you spend it?"

Chen Jianguo: "Secretary Song, don't worry, this Taoist priest is just a fake. He is a villager in our village. He usually helps people move to graves to do idle things, pretending to be a ghost to cheat some money for wine. If you dare to ask us for money, I will deal with him."

"Come on!" Song Qingyun couldn't help rolling his eyes. You, Chen Jianguo, often said that you wanted to send militia to tie people up, and every time you wanted to deal with people, what happened yesterday was so scared by Wan Xinke.

After taking the village entrance, at least one or two hundred people stood by the ditch, just like a temple fair.

The irrigation canal has been repaired, and the grass on the edge of the ditch has been cut, looking smooth and straight.

Everyone had serious faces, and in the silent sound of the wind blowing the colorful flags.

Seeing that small ditch, Song Qingyun saw so many people, she scratched her head. This big boob is making such a big deal, is it?

Maybe the villagers' lives are monotonous and boring, and any changes are as big as the sky, right?

Or life requires a sense of ritual.

Chen Jianguo said flatteringly: "Secretary Song, don't you say a few words?"

Song Qingyun: "What can you say about this? Is there a house?"

Chen Jianguo took the lead in applauding and shouted: "Everyone welcomes Secretary Song's speech."

Applause, applause warmly, and applaud very enthusiastically.

Song Qingyun was a little embarrassed. When everyone calmed down, he said: "The ancients said it well, there is wealth if there is soil. What does this mean? It means that you can create wealth if you have land. Hongshan Village has fertile land and is a Feng Shui treasure land. However, Feng Shui, Feng Shui, there must be water. As long as you attract live water, everyone's life will become more and more prosperous, and I also have confidence to witness everyone get rid of poverty and become rich."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of children came over from there: "The water is coming, the water is coming."

Everyone looked with their breath, but saw a ray of silver rays winding in the mountains under the sun, and the gurgling sound was pleasant and pleasant.

Gongs and drums sounded, and firecrackers were ignited.

The red paper confetti fell on the water, like falling flowers.

The amount of water is not small, enough for everyone in the village to use.

An anxious villager rolled up his trousers and jumped into the water, then grinned and said, "It's so cold."

Song Qingyun held a handful of water and immediately felt the clearness. The water was very clean and cold, and it was a little bit bit bit cold.

This is understandable that the water in Xinlian was attracted from the snow-capped mountains in the distant west.

"Good water, good water." The literary young man Song Qingyun was happy and wanted to recite poems.

Chen Jianguo Road next to him: "Secretary Song, this water cannot be directly irrigated into the fields."

“How to say it.”

"It's too cold. I irrigate directly. The crops can't stand it. If you catch a cold, you have to dry it for two days."

Crops can also catch colds? Strange knowledge has increased again.

It only takes two days to dry it for two days. It can solve everyone's water use problem of winter wheat, and Song Qingyun is pleased.

Although the matter is small, it involves the villagers' meals.

You need to do your grassroots work in a solid manner, and you cannot be careless at all. After all, the land and the food rations in everyone’s jobs cannot be fooled.

If you fool the floor, you will be hungry.
Chapter completed!