The next morning, the three of them went to dig a well again.

But Sanxi was holding a salt water bottle in his hand, which contained about one-third of the liquid.

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled and asked, "Is this wine?"

Zhao Sanxi nodded happily, "Yes, the third party gave me the corn roast. It was said to be used to keep away the cold in case it gets too cold."

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded after hearing this.

That's pretty much it.

When they arrived at the place, Zhou Xiaochuan saw that he had nothing to do to help.

There can only be one person at the bottom, and there aren't many people on top to collect soil.

Thinking of what Zhao Baoshan said to him yesterday and the conversation between him and Accountant Feng.

He was wondering if Zhao Qingqing would have any problems there.

You must know that when people are crazy, they can do anything.

Don't let anything happen.

I can't explain it to Lao Zhao!

Thinking of this, he said to Yougen: "You two are busy here. I have something to do at the commune. I won't come back until the afternoon."

"Are you going to the commune now? Today is not a market day!"

"I have something to do at the commune."

When Yougen heard this, he whispered softly, thinking whether he should go and talk to Captain Zhao.

But in the end, he still didn't say it.

Why do you do such offending things when you have nothing to do? It must be some personal matter.

"Then I'll leave first. You can talk to Sanxi later."

After speaking, he left without waiting for Yougen to speak.

I walked down the hillside and walked forward for a while, making sure that no one would see me here.

He then entered the space, changed his mask, and released the jeep.

He drove in the direction of the commune.

When passing by the river under the village, someone also saw the car.

But they all thought it was a leader passing by and didn't pay attention.

When I met pedestrians on the road, they all looked at them curiously and gave way.

But they are all curious cars.

Not the people in the car.

The car drove all the way to the county town, which took more than two hours in total. It was not time to eat yet.

Find a place to put the car away.

Then he walked towards the county town.

Half an hour later, he appeared at the gate of the cultural station.

With a thought, he saw a scene of peace of mind.

At this time, Zhao Qingqing was chatting with Tingting.

Wen Tingting was lying next to Zhao Qingqing's table, muttering, "Oh, I'm starving. It's not even lunch time yet."

He looked bored.

Zhao Qingqing was sorting out the manuscript in her hand and replied without even glancing at it, "You know how to eat just as you said. Be careful not to get married if you gain weight."

"Tch, I don't want to look for it, otherwise people who come to see the door will break through the threshold of my house."

After hearing her words, Zhao Qingqing continued to do her work.

"Yes, who wouldn't be surprised if she is so good-looking, but Uncle Wen and Aunt Chen are very anxious."

Wen Tingting had a bitter look on her face when she heard this, "I know, there is an old girl in the family. Can they not be anxious? But what are they looking for?"

After saying that, he looked dissatisfied and said, "You dare to find someone in their thirties for me. I am so worried that I can't get married!"

Zhao Qingqing burst into laughter upon hearing this.

But she didn't speak.

The people the other party is looking for are all reputable people in the county, and they are single.

Seeing Zhao Qingqing's expression, she sighed: "Hey, Qingqing, you said it would be great if you were my sister-in-law! Why don't you like my brother? You still insist on getting a wife."

After hearing Wen Tingting's words, Zhao Qingqing stopped what he was doing.

"I'm not in a hurry now!"

Wen Tingting pouted when she heard this, rolled her eyes, and said with a smile: "If not, I'll let my brother marry into your family. Anyway, I still have an older brother who is in the military. He will come back next year."

Zhao Qingqing rolled her eyes when she heard this, "Don't let Auntie and the others hear what you said. Otherwise, your legs will be broken."

"Hey, I just want to tell you. They don't know about this yet, so my brother doesn't dare to say anything."

…

Zhou Xiaochuan listened outside for a while.

Feeling that Zhao Qingqing was in good condition now, he left.

We reached the vicinity of the county town hall.

Expanding his thoughts, at this time, a group of people were having a meeting in the newly built office building.

A section of the conference table, where a person was saying this, was the director I met at the train station last time.

Wen Tingting's uncle was sitting next to her.

There is a middle-aged man on the other side of the director. Judging from where he is sitting, he must be another deputy director.

Wen Yuanbing was in the corner next to him, holding a notebook in his hand.

What is being recorded.

Seeing that the other party was in a meeting, he waited nearby for a while.

After about ten minutes, the meeting ended because it was almost time to eat.

Zhou Xiaochuan hesitated a little when he saw the crowd dispersed.

Just call the other party out and question him?

Let’s not say whether the other party will admit it.

Even if you admit it, will you kill him by yourself?

Just as he was hesitating about what to do, people returned to their posts one after another.

Wen Yuanbing also followed Director Chen.

The two were chatting about work matters.

But one person's words made him focus on Director Zhang.

After the other party came back, a clerk in the office said to him: "Director, Zhang Baokun from Erlin Commune has called."

The other party thought for a moment after hearing this.

Picked up the phone and dialed back.

Not long after, Zhang Baokun's voice came over the phone.

The content is actually related to Zhou Xiaochuan.

This means that the Shanglin production team has arranged for their village to dig ditches.

Director Zhang was there listening to the other party's words, and only occasionally gave a soft hum.

In the end, he just replied, "Okay, I understand."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Hanging up the arc, he pondered there for a while.

But he muttered in a low voice, "How could this little guy offend people from the provincial capital? It's really strange."

Then he started to sort out his files with a nonchalant expression.

Zhou Xiaochuan already understood who it was when he heard this.

This matter has nothing to do with Wen Yuanbing.

He was from Shaanxi Province, and from the provincial capital, so he had no contact at all.

No matter who you provoke.
To be continued...