Chapter 79 (Chapter 79 (Three in One)...)

Song Yao was stunned.

His father had said that the county government building was donated, but he didn't know that the person was Grandpa Wang.

The child looked up at the most beautiful and luxurious building in the county, and stared at Uncle Wang blankly:

"Wow..."

Professor Wang was also shocked.

Then he was pulled away by Uncle Wang to talk, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong looked at their backs with admiration.

The county magistrate gave them a popular science lesson:

"Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, Uncle Wang was the most powerful businessman in our Xinghe County. He even supported the country. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he donated this building to the country as a government building.

In the entire Xinghe County, anyone may be short of money, but he is not."

The child was very envious:

"It turns out that Grandpa Wang is so powerful. I wish I could be like Grandpa Wang."

The county magistrate: "Goodbye, I think you are powerful enough now."

He sighed: "You only see how powerful Uncle Wang is now, but you don't see how much suffering and sin he has endured to become powerful."

In troubled times, a teenager who lost all his family members can become one of the most important figures in the county. He must have experienced hardships that others can't imagine.

The county magistrate patted Song Yao's little shoulder:

"I think the two old men will talk for a long time after meeting each other. Have you two little ancestors thought about what to do next?"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong, of course... haven't thought about it.

Their plan today is to settle the accounts and finish the fan clock.

The news of the end of Fan Zhong has spread, and the accounts have been settled...

The two children looked at each other and were eager to try:

"Let's go out and play!"

The county magistrate thought their idea was very good, and he expressed his support enthusiastically:

"You haven't been to Xinghe County for a long time, right? Xinghe County has changed a lot in the past two months, and there are a lot more people. It's quite fun."

"But you two are young, and you were almost abducted last time. I'd better stay with you and watch you."

The county magistrate looked righteous, completely ignoring the fact that Yuan Jiang, who was silently following the children, did not exist.

Yuan Jiang just looked at him silently, pretending not to know that he wanted to go out and play with them.

However, just when the county magistrate was about to succeed, the secretary came down from the building.

"County magistrate."

He walked over quickly and just shouted, and did nothing else. The county magistrate's whole expression became depressed.

He tried to bring out the excuse he had just found:

"These two kids are so smart, I'm afraid they'll be targeted if they go out."

The secretary replied calmly:

"This is Comrade Yuan Jiang's job, you have to respect other people's work."

"So now you should go upstairs and do your own work."

The county magistrate was not discouraged: "I'll just go out for a while, it won't delay work time."

The secretary smiled warmly and friendly.

He looked down at his watch:

"I heard that you took over Uncle Wang's job, yes, and took me with you.

Didn't you consider the problem of increased work time requirements after having an additional job?"

The county magistrate finally felt guilty: "...Okay."

He patted the shoulders of the two children one by one with great regret:

"Hey, I really envy you, you have so much time to play every day."

Song Yao comforted him: "We can't play every day, we are also very busy."

Zhao Xiaodong nodded in agreement.

Their day is very fulfilling and busy.

Looking at the little bean and the big bean in front of him, the county magistrate said that he was not comforted.

He followed the secretary upstairs with a pace like he was being tortured.

The two children didn't feel sorry for him at all, and ran out happily.

They came in the morning, and although there were many people on the street at that time, it was not too lively.

It's different now. The whole Xinghe County is bustling, and there are many more stalls on the street.

Song Yao keenly discovered: "There are many more things made of wood on the street."

Even many stalls sell various wooden products.

Some are simple, and some look very complicated to make. They are neatly placed on the street, and many people take them to look at.

At the stall closest to them, an uncle heard Song Yao say this and immediately answered enthusiastically:

"Because Xinghe County made fan clocks and large fans, many people came to buy things, and everyone knows some woodworking, so we made some small things to sell."

He seemed to have a good business, and he was smiling when he talked about this:

"Later, our Xinghe County became famous. People said that our Xinghe is the hometown of wooden products. Buying wooden products here is cheap and easy to use, so some people who live not far away came to buy them."

Song Yao was very happy to hear this.

"So everyone can make money now?"

The uncle laughed: "To say that you can make a lot of money, of course not, but you can make a little more or less."

Song Yao laughed even happier than him.

Hehehe, he hasn't forgotten his previous wish.

Everyone makes money and has more money in their hands. Next summer, they will definitely buy their fan clocks.

Seeing how adorable the child was, the uncle enthusiastically began to recommend the wooden toys on his stall:

"Look at this bird, isn't it very real? I even bought fuel to color it. This is the best-selling bird in Xinghe County now. People from other places love to buy it."

Song Yao was really attracted by the bird.

Especially when the uncle pulled the rope, the bird's wings actually started to flutter.

Due to structural problems, it was able to fly briefly for a moment or two.

Although it fell to the ground quickly, the child's eyes lit up.

He picked up the bird and looked at it carefully:

"Uncle, did you make this? How did you come up with it? It can actually fly twice."

Song Yao felt how light the bird was when he held it in his hand.

This shows that there are either few parts inside, or they are made of wood, and the outside is also thinned, so that it can just fly a few times.

Song Yao touched the bird's wings, and many ideas suddenly popped into his mind.

The uncle chuckled: "This is a specialty of our Xinghe County. How can you say this casually?"

Song Yao looked at the big tree in front of him, took out his pocket and handed the money over:

"I bought this bird. Uncle, please tell me about it. I am also from Xinghe County."

The uncle instantly became energetic, and while making change, he said in a loud voice:

"I didn't come up with this. It was Zhou Yuan from Xinglu Street who came up with it. If you want to learn from him, just give him a dollar and he will teach you how to do it."

"Basically every stall holder in our Galaxy has learned this. This little bird is so popular and the price is not high. When people from out of town come, most of them buy it as long as they have children at home."

"The name of Xinghe Wood Products was also taught to us by Zhou Yuan."

Song Yao kept nodding after hearing this, and Zhao Xiaodong whispered to him:

"Yao'er, I think this Zhou Yuan is so smart."

He spread the news that Xinghe County is the hometown of wood products, which attracted some people from the surrounding area to come and buy wood products. Even if everyone in Xinghe County only knows a little carpentry at the beginning, they will work hard and improve when they see that they can make money.

And he himself teaches everyone how to make birds that can be sold well, so that you can make money while sitting at home.

Song Yao agreed: "I think so too, let's go take a look later."

Both children saw it.

Zhou Yuan is not only powerful in spreading the word that Xinghe County is the hometown of wood products.

There is also the point of teaching people to be birds.

No matter how difficult a wooden thing is, as long as it can be taken apart and someone is willing to study hard, it can always be copied.

But Zhou Yuan chose to take the initiative to teach others. For one dollar, he could learn how to make a bird that could be sold for money. Of course, everyone would choose to spend money to buy it.

They studied with Grandpa Wen for several days, and it was not in vain.

That Zhou Yuan kept everything in mind, and others could easily see through his plans, but they just couldn't follow his plans.

Otherwise, if you don’t learn from others, wouldn’t you be lagging behind?

The uncle also has other things on the Passion Amway stall:

"This whistle is also good. It is also a specialty of our Xinghe County. And this one..."

Song Yao was not very interested in other things.

He looked at his uncle and felt a little strange:

"Uncle, why haven't I seen you before?"

Zhao Xiaodong also raised his head and took a closer look, scratching his head: "Yes, uncle, you don't look familiar at all."

Yuan Jiang, who had been following them silently, suddenly became alert.

The two children have very good memories. As long as they have met someone once, they will feel familiar even if they don't remember where they met.

In order to sell fan clocks, almost everyone in Xinghe County saw them before.

Anyone who seems unfamiliar to them must not be from Xinghe County.

Yuan Jiang put his hands on his waist and slowly stepped forward.

The uncle was completely unaware of the danger, and still happily admitted:

"Yes, I'm not from Xinghe County."

Song Yao wondered: "Then why did you just bite me?"

The uncle said confidently:

"The outsiders come here for the wood products made by people from Xinghe County. I don't say that. What should they do if they think the products here are not authentic?"

"It's not that I'm dishonest. Everyone does this. Since the reputation of Xinghe County as the hometown of wood products has spread, how many carpenters have come to make a living. To the outside world, they are said to be from Xinghe County."

Song Yao: "..."

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

Seeing their expressions full of words, the uncle was afraid that the two children would return the goods, so he promised again and again:

"Don't worry, the things I make are no different from the things made by people in Xinghe County. If you don't believe me, go look at the birds on other stalls. The colors are not as good-looking as mine."

"Seriously, I can learn to be a carpenter for ten years, and the quality is guaranteed."

Yuan Jiang looked at him silently for a few seconds, and after confirming that what he said was true, he slowly lowered his hand on his waist.

It was the first time that Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong encountered this kind of thing of "pretending to be locals in order to sell things better".

They walked around the street and found a lot of holes.

And these people really did what the uncle said, they all said "our Xinghe County" and "our Xinghe County" uniformly.

Song Yao even saw a stall owner whose accent was obviously not from theirs talking enthusiastically:

"Brother, I'm not bragging. My skills are top notch in our Xinghe County. Look at the quality, how good it is."

Two children: "..."

No, your accent doesn't even match.

There were also a few people who bought things from the stall owner Sheng Erkong and looked at them again and again with great satisfaction.

When passing by them, you can still hear the other person saying:

"It is really the hometown of wood products. It seems that I have learned this craft for decades. I didn't expect that in a small place like Xinghe County, everyone is a good carpenter."

Song Yao: "..."

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

This shouldn't be "like" studying for decades.

It’s just that I have been studying for decades.

They seem to know why the reputation of the hometown of wood products has not collapsed even after being blown away.

It seems that all the carpenters who are close (or not) to Xinghe County have come to Xinghe County.

Song Yao thought about it for a few times and then understood:

“Buyers come because this is the home of wood products, but sellers come because many people think Xinghe is the home of wood products.”

In previous summers, Xinghe County could attract people by selling fan clocks.

Now we rely on foreign carpenters to maintain the title of "Hometown of Wood Products".

Zhao Xiaodong added:

"Everyone who buys something they are satisfied with here will promote it when they go back. Then more buyers will come to buy things, and more sellers will be attracted. If this cycle continues, our Xinghe County will really be the hometown of wood products. "

He clicked his tongue: "This Zhou Yuan must have something in common with Uncle Song."

Father Song used a similar method when selling cicadas before.

First, the cicada machine is promoted to make people think it is not easy to buy, and then the quality is emphasized. Finally, it is promoted that the elderly have difficulty walking, and buying a cicada machine can be "like bringing a theater to your home."

Most people are poor these days, but there are still many families who can afford to buy a cicada.

When it became scarce, it was not that Father Song begged them to buy it, but that they were afraid that they would not be able to buy it too late and would not be able to fulfill their filial piety to the old man faster and grab it.

At that time, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were busy making their puppet arms and only listened to one ear.

But after listening, both children were shocked by Father Song.

They thought he was too smart and happily praised him as a "profiteer".

Although Father Song's smile froze when he heard this compliment.

Along the way, their curiosity about Zhou Yuan rose to the highest level.

Song Yao held the bird in his hand and wanted to ask him how he came up with the idea of ​​changing the structure to maintain the bird's flight.

Following the address given by the stall owner, we arrived at an ordinary house smoothly.

Yuan Jiang was about to knock on the door, but the door opened by itself first.

A girl was carrying a basin of water, obviously planning to come out and pour some water.

She was startled when she saw Yuan Jiang, and subconsciously took a step back. When she saw the two children behind him, a look of surprise appeared on her face:

"Is it you?"

When Song Yao heard this, he knew they knew them.

The child poked his little head out from behind Yuan Jiang, and after a few glances he recognized her:

"Hey, it's you."

Zhao Xiaodong thought she looked familiar, but her memory was not as perverted as Song Yao's. He thought about it for several seconds and couldn't remember:

"Yao'er, who is this?"

Song Yao reminded him: "When we went to collect the widgets, she was the first sister who came over to exchange the widgets for money."

Zhao Xiaodong was reminded like this and remembered:

"Ah! I remember, this sister exchanged it for 18 cents!"

Song Yao nodded: "Yes, yes, it's this sister."

Yuan Jiang stood in front: "..."

If he remembered correctly, it was a few months ago that Song Yao and the others went to Xinghe County to purchase parts for the first time.

It's been a few months, and I can still recognize her when I see her, and I can still accurately recall how much money she paid for it.

Their memory is really terrible.

Yuan Jiang stood aside and watched Song Yao go up to reminisce about old times very familiarly.

"Sister, I haven't seen you for a long time. You seem to have become more beautiful. Your skin is much whiter."

The girl was a little embarrassed by the compliment. She touched her face and whispered:

"I haven't been in the sun much in the past few months, so I'm probably a little bit whiter."

"Not only is she whiter, she's also more beautiful. Her complexion has improved a lot. My grandma is right. It's really a woman's 18th transformation."

The girl was a little happy and a little grateful:

"I have to thank you for this. If I hadn't exchanged parts for money from you, our family wouldn't have the good life we ​​have now.

Come on in, by the way, why are you coming to my house? "

Song Yao lifted the little bird up and said, "I think this little bird is doing well. I want to come and learn from it. I brought money."

The girl smiled happily:

"My father made this. He always said that he would like to thank you very much. He will definitely not charge you money."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see my dad."

She walked briskly and led her straight into the house:

"Dad, Yao'er and Dongdong from Dashu Village are here."

Because the Song family used to call it that, Xinghe County followed suit.

Especially after hearing that Song Yao's nickname was to extend his life, everyone started screaming.

Regardless of whether it works or not, this is still a wish.

The man in the room was sitting on the bed doing carpentry. The table on the bed was full of sawdust, but because of the specially made grooves, they couldn't fall onto the bed.

Hearing that it was the two children who had previously made a fan clock and brought more livelihoods to the whole county, he immediately sat up straight and looked over.

Surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw Song Yao working hard to step over the threshold.

I had heard that Song Yao looked small before, but I didn't expect it to be so small.

The two children were very polite and greeted him when they saw him:

"Hello Uncle Zhou."

"Hello."

Zhou Yuan did not take their help seriously just because they were two children, but he thanked them very seriously:

"I have to thank you. Before, my family almost couldn't survive because of my disease. It was all because of you finding people to collect those parts that we could make money.

I always said thank you for it. "

Later I heard that the two children went out to play.

He couldn't get out of bed, so he gave up.

Song Yao shook his head: "No need, we also make money, and we don't do good deeds intentionally."

Zhou Yuan smiled:

"You can outsource those parts directly to the factory, which is cheap and fast. I heard my daughter say that you often go to the factory, so you don't know this.

But you still let everyone in the county earn this money. No matter what, I have to thank you for helping my family tide over the difficulties. "

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong didn't think it was anything at all.

I also learned this from Dad Song and the others.

Since my family already eats meat, it would not be a bad idea to let the folks in the countryside drink some soup as well without much impact.

It’s just a little less money, they have already made a lot.

But if everyone becomes rich, they won’t be able to afford whatever they sell in the future.

The expressions of the two children were not concealed, and Zhou Yuan could tell what they were thinking at a glance.

He was even more impressed.

They can have such magnanimity and broad-mindedness at such a young age, and their achievements will definitely be more than this when they grow up.

Song Yao didn't expect it to be so far away, so he told them the purpose of coming.

Zhou Yuan took the bird in his hand:

"I originally just had an idea, but I didn't expect it to come true. My dear, go get the design drawings."

Zhou Yuan obviously has studied, and his academic qualifications should not be very low, at least his grades are good, because his design drawings look quite professional and clear at a glance.

Zhao Xiaodong leaned over and looked at Song Yao several times, and then looked at Song Yao with a look on his face that said, "Look at me."

Song Yao snorted and turned around to look at the design for himself.

"So this is ah……"

How about a clearly drawn design?

At least after Song Yao took a closer look, he knew why the bird's internal structure and outer wings had that slope.

The sheep-herding spider they made before could not fly no matter how many wings they attached, and could only rely on momentum to climb a wall.

The two children have been stuck here for a long time. If it hadn't been for the puppet arms to attract their attention, they might have been like before, crying and learning at the same time.

Song Yao's eyes were bright and he nodded vigorously:

"I know, I know what the sheep-herding spider is going to do."

Zhao Xiaodong came over curiously, looked at it carefully, and became thoughtful.

It's great to have something in mind. They don't need to learn it. They can roughly understand it just by looking at the design drawings.

Song Yao was so excited that he wanted to run to the factory and experiment now. He took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it over:

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou! This design drawing is of great help to us!"

Zhou Yuan didn't answer: "You guys have helped our family a lot. It would be great if I could help you. I don't want the money."

He thought for a while, then took out a notebook from under the pillow with difficulty.

"Here are some of my thoughts during this period. I can't put them into practice in my body. If you are interested, take them back."

Song Yao took the book and flipped through it, looking at Zhou Yuan with regret.

"Uncle Zhou, what disease do you have? Can it be cured?"

The ideas in this book are not very impressive, but the most important thing is that Zhou Yuan has a good knowledge base at first glance.

And he has good hands-on skills.

Such a person is trapped on the bed, and the children feel suffocated just thinking about it.

Zhou Yuan smiled bitterly:

"I went to the county hospital for a childhood problem, but it said it couldn't be cured."

"I can only save more money now and see if I can go to a big city and get treatment."

If it can be cured well, then of course it should be cured well. If it cannot be cured, a way out should be paved for the wife and daughter in advance.

Song Yao is very sorry.

But he has also been sick and knows what it feels like to be sick, so he can only wish:

"I hope Uncle Zhou will get better soon."

Until they walked out of the Zhou family's house, the children kept imitating the adults and sighing:

"It would be fine if Uncle Zhou wasn't sick."

Zhao Xiaodong agreed: "Yes, he is very skillful with his hands, and he can understand everything we say. If Uncle Zhou is not sick, we can play with him every day."

Song Yao also felt the same way: "Besides, he is a good person. It is so uncomfortable to be sick. He must be very sad."

Yuan Jiang followed them silently, and after hearing this, he asked in a deep voice:

"Do you want Comrade Zhou Yuan to work with you?"

Song Yao had indeed had this idea.

After all, no matter how many things he has in his mind, in reality he is just a child, and he will inevitably do many things slowly.

I had my father and grandfather help me before, and even Brother Yuan Jiang.

But they don't understand this. Every time the child gestures for a long time, he feels that he is talking about loneliness. He might as well have sex with Zhao Xiaodong.

But they are also very busy. They have to go to school, play, and sleep.

The speed will inevitably be slower.

When Song Yao saw Zhou Yuan, a little thought came into his mind.

Although the child does not spend money randomly, he is now a rich man, so he can definitely hire Uncle Zhou to help.

As a result, knowing that he was ill, he could only swallow his little idea.

Yuan Jiang saw that he looked a little disappointed, and silently wrote down this matter.

Before, Shang Er had thought about whether to send an assistant to assist the two, but he was already the boss, and even if they were willing, there would be many eyes on them.

If no one paid attention, they would probably not be able to keep up with the two children.

This matter was left unresolved.

But since Song Yao and the others had their own ideas, he would try to make them fulfill their wishes anyway.

Yuan Jiang silently decided to make a phone call later.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong ran to the factory happily.

They couldn't wait to try out the new ideas that just came up.

The factory director was originally reading documents in the office. When he heard that Song Yao was here, he was so happy that he threw down the documents and went out.

"You are finally back. I missed you so much!!"

In fact, a few months ago, the factory director was still a serious and handsome grandfather.

Even though he would smile when he saw the children, he was serious most of the time trying to maintain his dignity as the factory director.

But since Song Yao made the anti-stinging clothes, Zhongzhou and Country V had been in frequent conflicts.

The country was probably preparing for war at that time, and directly placed some orders with the factory in Xinghe County.

Since then, the factory director saw Song Yao as if he saw his little ancestor.

After the relationship was established, the factory manager smiled:

"What kind of machine do you want to use this time? We have prepared it for you. Just tell me what materials you want and I will ask someone to buy them for you."

Song Yao was used to spending money to open the way in Lecheng before, so he habitually took out the money and handed it over:

"This is the rental fee for us to use those machines..."

The factory manager immediately stopped laughing: "Take it back, take it back!"

"Where did you learn this bad habit? Was it in the factory in Lecheng?!"

Seeing the child nodding blankly, he said seriously:

"We in Xinghe don't buy this. You and I are friends regardless of age, friendship, and friendship. As friends, if I let you use our machines and still charge you money, how can I live like a man if it gets out!"

Song Yao was shocked: "Are we actually friends?"

Didn't they say a few words in total?

"Of course!"

The factory director stroked his gray beard and said confidently:

"If we are not friends, why would you come to our factory every time you want to use the machine?"

Song Yao: Isn't it because your factory is the only one in the county that has these machines?

The factory director doesn't care.

Anyway, he said "We are friends no matter what", and he made a final decision:

"Anyway, I will never accept this money, my son, there is true love and affection between us, you understand, right?"

Song Yao scratched his head: "I probably understand?"

He just couldn't figure out when he had an affection with the factory director?

But the child has not forgotten his great goal of "making 20 friends". The factory director took the initiative to make friends with him, and of course he would accept anyone who came.

"Then we will be friends in the future."

The factory director said happily: "That's right, come on, I just had someone check the machine you liked to use before..."

Under the warm hospitality of the factory director, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong finished a silky afternoon.

The factory director even paid out of his own pocket to buy fruits and cut them for them to eat.

Zhao Xiaodong was flattered and admired him very much: "Little boy, you are so amazing. How come everyone who talks to you for a few words can become your friend?"

Song Yao himself was actually a little confused.

But he thought about it carefully and realized the reason:

"There is no way. I am too likable. Did you see that Uncle Zhou also likes us?"

Yuan Jiang saw through everything.

But since the two children were very happy about this, he naturally did not tell the truth.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were still very happy when they walked back because "we are really popular."

When they arrived at the county government, most people had already left work.

The county magistrate was cleaning with his secretary.

The secretary was sweeping the floor in front, and the county magistrate was mopping the floor in the back.

While mopping, he was puzzled: "I don't understand, why is there only one broom in such a large county government building?"

The secretary laughed: "Because there is only one cleaner in such a large county government building."

The county magistrate: "... You can't blame me for this, this is Wang Bo's own request, you know, powerful people like them have a strong sense of territory."

"Oh, my old waist, why can Wang Bo sweep so happily every day, no, I have to blow the wind to slow down, hey hey hey!!"

He seemed to have discovered a new world: "Come and see, those people are actually packing their luggage."

The secretary really had a tacit understanding with him. When he heard him say this, he knew who he was talking about, and immediately put down the broom and ran to the window.

Sure enough, there were several tall and strong young men outside taking their luggage to the roadside.

The county magistrate was alert:

"Look, don't they look like ordinary people at first glance, but they have to pretend to be ordinary people."

The secretary looked carefully and couldn't see where these people were not like ordinary people.

"You're overthinking it. They just look a little taller."

The county magistrate: "But they are obviously in the same group. They are criminals at first glance."

The secretary didn't think there was anything wrong with it: "Don't we all have to stick together when we go out to make a living? You should just continue mopping the floor."

The county magistrate is still immersed in his own conjecture:

"I still feel that they don't look like ordinary people. They must be here for me as the county magistrate. By the way, many people from the Ministry of Public Security also came. Didn't you notice that they passed by the county government a lot today?"

"Although it looks like a normal street patrol, the momentum is very different."

Secretary: "...even if they are really not ordinary people, I think they are not here for you."

County Magistrate: "It must be aimed at me. I am the secretary of the county party committee and the county magistrate, and I am so smart. Maybe some foreign forces see that I am too smart and want to eradicate me."

The secretary said calmly: "Please stop reading novels, you are just a county party secretary [just]."

He bit hard on the last two words.

County Magistrate: "But I am very rich, my father is also very rich, and my grandfather is even richer. Maybe they found out the identity of my eldest young master and want to kidnap me and ask for money from my parents...

It's over, it's over. My dad is still angry that I refuse to inherit the family business. What should I do if he refuses to redeem me? "

The secretary boy rolled his eyes at the sky.

He regretted for the nth time that he didn't study hard when he was in school, and then he fell into the hands of this idiot boss.

"County Magistrate, if you don't mop the floor properly, I will call Uncle Wang."

The county magistrate could only give up his series of thoughts:

"Okay, okay, but let me tell you, although I love reading novels, my grandfather praised me for being good at observing people. Those people are definitely not ordinary."

The secretary pretended not to hear.

The county magistrate worked for a while and began to feel tired again:

"I suddenly remembered that I agreed to help Yao'er and the others find a few old people. You know, the ones who are in their dying years, very old, but very cheap."

"This kind of person is not easy to find. The most important thing is that he must be old and able to work, so I have to go out and look for him myself.

Ah, you don’t know. It’s normal that you don’t know. We were whispering at that time. How about this? We pay people to clean for us? "

The secretary rolled his eyes again:

"How could you give up on something you promised yourself? If word spread, you wouldn't have the majesty of a county magistrate."

"And don't forget, I didn't agree to clean the house. It was you who took me with you when you promised Uncle Wang. If it weren't for the sake of friendship with my colleagues, I should have been home by now."

By the way, the word "incidentally" is emphasized again.

The county magistrate, who successfully blended into the crowd and gossiped with a group of old men and women every day without dignity, felt guilty and bowed his head.

"Well, you and I are famous Ziqi Boya. Which one of us follows the other, right? I'll treat you to dinner later, come and work."

He actually wanted to beep for a while longer.

But seeing that the secretary's endurance has obviously reached its limit, it's time to get off work, and they are no longer superiors and subordinates, but have a personal relationship. The secretary will no longer tolerate him like he did during working hours.

If he beeps again, he might stage a murder of his boss on the spot...

The county elder shut up and continued mopping the floor.

The secretary calmed down and asked after a while:

"Classmate Song Yao and the others really asked you to find the old man?"

The county magistrate nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Comrade Yuan Jiang said that he has found him, but you also know that there are so many qualified elderly people in our county, so I may still keep an eye on this matter."

The secretary thought for a few seconds and felt that Song Yao and the others were more important.

"Since it's their entrustment, you might as well be more considerate. After all, Comrade Yuan Jiang is not a local..."

Just as he was talking, Song Yao and the others came back.

The child ran in happily holding Zhao Xiaodong's hand and shouted to them:

"County Magistrate!! Brother Secretary! The people we want to hire are here!! Look! They are so majestic!!"

Yuan Jiang slowly followed, followed by five or six very familiar young men.

They were tall and muscular, and they all carried luggage.

County Magistrate: “…”

Aren't these the "suspected persons" downstairs who live near the county government?

He was brainstorming when he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Turning his head, the secretary brother looked at him with dead eyes:

"Fengzhu is still old? Very old? A lawless person?"

The county magistrate looked at the secretary, and then at the burly young men behind Yuan Jiang who could fight three at a glance.

He: "...No, listen to me, I didn't say that just to be lazy. Although I have a criminal record, it's really not the case this time. I...hey!"

The broom in the secretary's hand was thrown directly at him:

"I'm off work, Hu Badao, you can do it yourself!"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong looked at the county magistrate in confusion as he tried to persuade them to stay:

"Eh? Eh? Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang! No, I'm afraid of the dark!!"

"The friendship between colleagues!"

"Ziqi Boya, Xiao Zhang!!!"