Xu Guoqing nodded, looked back and forth, left and right for a while, quickly opened the car door and jumped out of the car, and then closed the car door.

The moment the car door was closed, Fu Song began to fumble around and find something, and finally found only a thermos cup. No matter what, it was better to have it than not. At least it was a steel shell, and it was definitely a pit on his head.

Mercedes-Benz has a very good seal. Fu Song could only see Xu Guoqing's two hands slashing, but he couldn't hear clearly what he said.

Time passed by seconds. Just when Fu Song felt that this matter was not good, he suddenly saw Xu Guoqing turn around and give him an OK gesture.

Fu Song was confused, what did he mean? It's okay?

Xu Guoqing trotted back into the car, "I said it was driven, and Yu Sheng said it, there was something behind the stone."

Speaking of this, Xu Guoqing looked scared, "It's a screw."

"Director Fu, they moved the stone away. Damn, Old Xu is awesome!" Yu Sheng said with his hands and feet.

Xu Guoqing smiled bitterly and said, "I'm so awesome. My face is not easy to use here. Who knows me?"

Fu Song said curiously: "Then why did you say it?"

Xu Guoqing said: "I have called Wang Dali."

"Damn, Lao Wang, you can do it, both black and white are so good." Fu Song cursed with a smile, and then sighed again. This trip to Haizhou, I owe Wang Dali twice in a row.

Xu Guoqing curled his lips and said, "What are the two black and white? Even those outside are considered black? They are all nearby villagers. There is a relative of Wang Dali. Damn, these bastards who have no children!"

Fu Song asked: "Do you want to give them some money?"

Xu Guoqing said: "Forget the money, the five of them have enough cigarettes."

While speaking, the road ahead had been cleared. A villager stood by the side of the road and made a gesture. Xu Guoqing then started the car and drove forward carefully. When passing by the villager, he rolled the window halfway, took a cigarette from Yu Sheng and handed it over, "Thank you!"

When the village name saw that it was a great China, he said happily: "I'll come again next time!"

Xu Guoqing smiled slightly and said, "Forget it, your Jiao County is too evil."

The villagers said a little embarrassedly: "The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. If you had said you were a friend of Italy, how dare I stop your car? Big brother, I won't know each other until I fight, see you again!"

Nothing happened next, and I returned home smoothly.

He didn't dare to tell Liang Xi about encountering a bandit. After rushing for a day, he was frightened by the bandits. After taking a shower, Fu Song climbed onto the bed and hugged his wife and fell asleep for a while.

In a daze, I suddenly felt something was missing in my hand. I immediately opened my eyes and saw Liang Xi sitting on the bed wearing clothes. Her slender neck emitted a white light under the morning light.

Liang Xi seemed to have eyes on the back of her head, and turned around and smiled, "Wake up? Let's sleep for a while."

Fu Song reached out and pulled her down, and asked with a smile: "Is it still on my side?"

Liang Xi blushed and said, "Is it annoying to ask for it! I still have to go to work."

Fu Song said: "Then let's hurry up."

Liang Xi said with a funny look: "Is it you who should hurry up, okay?"

Fu Song's smile froze: "When will I pass by soon?"

Liang Xi: “….”

The plan for the day is in the morning. After morning exercises, Fu Song felt refreshed and the fatigue of the past half month seemed to be wiped out.

While having breakfast, Liang Xi suddenly said, "I almost forgot. Han Zesheng helped you choose several secretary candidates, and the resumes are all on my side. I will give them to you later."

Fu Song asked while drinking porridge: "Is it a social recruitment or a school recruitment?"

Liang Xi said: "It's all from Mu University. He held an interview last week, and basically all the students who submitted their resumes wanted."

Fu Song said: "Have you screened it for me?"

Liang Xi was confused: "What to filter?"

"You Youth League Committee has a foundation for those who caused trouble at the end of last year, so I don't want any of them." Those things that are rebellious must not be asked for. Not only this year's campus recruitment, but in the future, the campus recruitment of Vision Group will undergo this form of "political review".

"You are smaller than the tip of a needle. It's been so long and you're still worried."

Fu Song snorted, "I will remember this for the rest of my life."

Liang Xi saw his stinky face and burst out laughing, "Most of the people who cause trouble are liberal arts students, and there are not many who graduated this year. I have already picked out my resume before I gave it to Han Zesheng. I don't know you yet?"

"Just pick it out, I will interview myself on the weekend." Of course, I have to experience it myself. Fu Song is still very confident in his own eyes.

This year, Muda University will have normal summer vacation, and classes will be officially closed on June 15th, so Liang Xi can leave school and return to Beijing as early as June 16th.

Fu Song promised Gu Yongguang to sort out the manuscript before the summer vacation, and there was still half a month left. Although the materials were ready-made, it still took some thought and effort to meet the publishing requirements.

The weather in Mucheng in June is quite cool, and it is close to the beach, and the sea breeze blows away the heat.

Fu Song doesn't like to blow air conditioners, so he would rather sit under the vines sweating profusely and wipe sweat with a towel instead of going to the study to blow air conditioner.

Yang Qiaolan rarely went out to visit her today. She was walking around in front of Fu Song intentionally or unintentionally, and came to give him a bowl of mung bean soup, came to fan him, or sat next to him and stared at him.

"Mom, is there something wrong?" Fu Song was dizzy when he was surrounded by Yang Qiaolan, and couldn't help asking.

Yang Qiaolan said a little embarrassedly: "Third brother, the wheat is almost ripe."

It turned out that he was worried about the six acres of wheat at home. Fu Song said helplessly: "Didn't you tell me that if you ask my elder brother and second brother to help you harvest wheat, you should stay here honestly and go to Beijing in two days. Don't go back and forth."

Yang Qiaolan didn't know what was going on. She was a little afraid of the third child recently. If she had done this, she would have started scolding her, but now she could only mutter in a low voice: "If you don't watch it with your own eyes, I'm afraid I'll get less."

Fu Song: “….”

The yield per mu of wheat in Mucheng area is about 500 kilograms. Yang Qiaolan's six acres of land is relatively good irrigated land. Six acres of land can make more than 3,000 kilograms of wheat. Last year's purchase price was less than 60 cents per kilogram. After paying the public grain, it costs at most about 1,000 yuan.

My elder brother Fu Chun raised more than 60 pigs this year, and seven or eight pigs can make 1,000 yuan. Although Fu Dong stopped the watch business, selling feed is even more profitable, and he can make at least 70,000 to 80,000 yuan a year.

Can they both care about Yang Qiaolan’s wheat?

Seeing Fu Song's ignorant look, Yang Qiaolan felt uncomfortable, "Third brother, just let me go back. Can I come back immediately after harvesting the wheat?"

Fu Song said: "Mom, I really don't have time."

Yang Qiaolan said: "You don't need you, don't you have your elder brother-in-law?"

Seeing that she had said everything to this point, Fu Song knew that she was determined to go back. Even if she stopped her today, she might not have sneaked away tomorrow, so she simply fulfilled her wish.

"Okay, I'll ask Lao Xu to take you back."

"Oh, okay, then you're busy, I'll go back to the house to pack up."
Chapter completed!