Wang Hao's feelings were not unanimously recognized by the three women. The atmosphere in the car became more and more low. Fortunately, they returned to Laoyatun in half an hour.

Lao Qing had long thought that her daughter could come back, and she was very busy with Qingxue's mother. The inside and outside of the house were cleaned up, and it was obvious that it was the floor swept by the water.

Several people sat on the edge of the small kang, which was a little warm and warm. Qingxue's father kept explaining the lack of wealth in the family environment and expressed his gratitude to Wang Hao for the many gifts he sent again.

The lively atmosphere finally ushered in the silence. The village chief and the aunts and aunts of Lao Qing's family came. Everyone got together happily and began to prepare for a family dinner.

The villagers are not stupid, and those who are married and come to make their own personal gain. Not only that, the neighbors also come to enjoy joy.

This is how people are. Yesterday, I saw a high-ranking official from the old Qing family, and the municipal party secretary came. I saw that Qingxue in her family has become the emperor now.

After a while, the people were idle and the Spring Festival was on the occasion of the Spring Festival. The news spread quickly, and everyone in the villages were talking about the sudden change in Lao Qing's family.

It was amazing. Lao Qing's son-in-law heard that he was a high-ranking official in the province. It is said that he was at the same level as the governor. The county magistrate didn't speak, and the servants were stunned.

As the saying goes, a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's rank, the county magistrate is nothing, the one who trains him is still a foreign slave. No matter how you look at it, he must be a fifth-rank official.

In this way, Wang Hao is simply a second-ranked flower feather. It cannot be said that the villagers are pedantic. They still treat officials according to the rank of the previous dynasty.

This is amazing. There are so many people who can't help it. It just snowed yesterday, and even if it snowed, it seemed irrelevant. Many people took the initiative to clean up the snow in the yard.

Finally, when I looked at this little yard that was really restrained, the villagers finally gave up. They started to clean the street in front of Lao Qing's house and clean the empty and neat street.

Fortunately, Lao Qing's family lives at the east entrance of the village. There is a large open space in front of the door. In this way, the villagers not only cleaned the open space.

I also used a tractor to pull up several trucks of sand and soil, filled it neatly, and then brought a mill to a flat surface. I just put on a first-class small round table, with more than twenty tables.

He raised the pole and hung red and green satin lanterns. The next dress was amazing, just like Lao Qing's family wanted to marry a wife with a lantern.

Unfortunately, there is no male in the Lao Qing family. Otherwise, the matchmaker who is not confused by the chaotic village would have to level the threshold of the Lao Qing family.

As I was busy, the car in the village arrived again. Not only was it a car, but also a Foton extended light truck. As soon as the car stopped, Mo Xiangnian jumped down first.

He directed the villagers who surrounded him to start moving things down, including delicious food and drinks. At first glance, this guy requisitioned the complete set of things from the small hotel in the village.

Six waiters of the same color were getting out of the small van. My grandma, the villagers were all looking at her for a moment.

As a result, the table was surrounded by tablecloths and neat and clean tableware were arranged. A temporary cauldron cover was set up next to it, and the three chefs began to be busy nervously.

Mo Xiangnian nodded with satisfaction, as if he was casual, but in fact, he walked into Lao Qing's yard with fear. After entering, he didn't dare to enter the house, so he casually talked with a few villagers about the topic of home-based income and working.

The villagers all knew that he was the township party secretary, and at first they were whispering in a low voice. After a while, the carefree and rough people were no longer afraid.

They condemned the wrong actions of the village, which not only misled the farmers' investment and planting, but also caused countless troubles. Mo apologized repeatedly, he was really afraid.

The great god was sitting in the inner room. If he was heard, his little hat would be completely unsafe. But he had to let him say that he could only keep expressing his opinion, saying that everything will start from the reality of the villagers next year.

The village no longer interferes, builds schools, plans to invest in factories, and invites villagers who are fine to go to the factory to earn some pocket money. In fact, Wang Hao has long heard the chaotic voices in the outer room.

But Qingxue's mother kept reminding Qingxue to pay attention to this and that, and she never finished her explanation. Not to mention Qingxue for a while, Wang Hao was overwhelmed.

What made him even more depressed was that Qingxue's mother asked Qingxue. She turned around and started asking Wang Hao, and she asked in detail. Not only did she ask what he did, but her ancestral tomb was dug out.

When I heard that Wang Hao was really an official, it was amazing. My mother poured her out of the baskets of things, and said that the society was ignored by the sufferings of the people.

With his own personal experience, he taught Wang Hao a lesson for the people in everything. Wang Hao couldn't help but feel sad. This is a real expression of emotion. If he was not her son-in-law, he would have known it in such detail.

Wang Hao could only make a firm statement, and made a solemn promise to his mother with affectionate promises that "It is better to go home to sell sweet potatoes than to be an official but not to be a judge for the people."

This was why I received praise from my mother. I was about to find an opportunity to escape and went to the door to smoke a cigarette, but my father-in-law was right and told him about Bao Longtu and Hai Rui.

Qingxue had long seen Wang Hao's helplessness. She hadn't been home for seven years and couldn't bear to interrupt her father's narrative. In the end, the village chief who was standing aside couldn't help but speak.

"Old Qing, look at you and you will know that Mr. Bao is a star like a god. It is a legend of the ages. Stop talking about it, it's already noon, let's see how to arrange it."

Lao Qing slapped her forehead and then she felt a little awake. She looked at Qingxue's mother. She opened her mouth and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Hey! Look at my mind, I'm so confused. The village chief, I don't say anything anymore, I'm all here, I'm all here, you come, you come."

As he said that, he pulled the village chief to the outer room. He was about to borrow food to buy some banquets, but Mo Xiangnian at the door dragged it out.

Lao Qing, who walked to the entrance of the street, couldn't help but be shocked. My grandmother. He now understood what a high-ranking official is and what a nobleman is.

In this way, the township party secretary and village chief were instantly insignificant in his eyes, as if they had become his slaves. He felt that he was like a valuable official.

I couldn't help but touch my face and rub my eyes.

"You prepared this?"

Before the village chief Zhao Laoliu could answer the conversation, the township party secretary Mo Xiangnian quickly said in a humble manner.

"Brother Lao Qing, do you still feel satisfied? If you are not satisfied, you say, I will change it immediately, or I will call a few buses and let's go to the tavern in the village for a meal?"

Lao Qing was so powerful that she shook her head and thought to herself, "Where are you going to, who knows me, Lao Qing." He couldn't help but sigh that his ancestors had accumulated virtue, and that blue smoke came from the ancestral tomb of Lao Qing's family."

I also had this day, and the glorious villagers who couldn't help but say hello to me, and when I saw my relatives who had been hiding for several years, Lao Qing waved her hand.

"Seat start~!"

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Daoxiang is innocent Author: Wei Zuochen Category: Urban Life Word Count: 116285

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Urban passionate and refreshing living together to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger

Introduction:

?There are many, clear voice loli, cold school beauties, charming demons, only you can't imagine, but he can't meet him. In 2013, please see Daoxiang Wunun, a little master in the world of cultivation, an incredible story happened in the secular world! Everyone supports it, graduation is about to be done, but I will work hard to write.

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