Upon hearing this, Song Qingyun turned his head and looked, his eyes lit up.

The one who came was a woman in her fiery red dress, about her early forties.

She is a rare mountain village of 1.70 meters tall, with red lips and white teeth, and a well-proportioned body. Not to mention in mountain villages, she is quite good at appearance even in the city.

Standing there, with a faint look.

Song Qingyun looked at the lush forests and clear streams around him, and felt no emotion: Lingshan Mountain is beautiful, and fire phoenixes are flying out of the nests of the mountain nests.

After roaring, the woman rushed up and pulled everyone to the convenience store.

"Oh, it hurts, Zhuhua, I didn't expect you to be a beautiful woman with such strong hands, so you can't be gentle to me."

The woman spitted: "Gentle and go find your wife, get out!"

"Hey, my arms and legs are old, but I can't stand your pull. If you break it, you will compensate me..."

The woman named Zhuhua poked the other old man's shoulder with one finger: "I'm not serious, I'm going to tell my third aunt that you're peeking at me every day."

"What are you peeking at? Wash your feet?" Everyone said, laughing: "It's gone, it's gone."

"Go and go, what are you guys who bully an outsider?" Zhuhua drove everyone away and scolded the old man: "Dad, what are you doing? After the news, what do you think of our Hongshi Village and Bangke's nest?"

Bangke is a local dialect, meaning robber.

In ancient times, bandits were unearthed here, and they were very poor. They only had a stick on their bodies. When they saw passers-by, they went up and knocked them out with a stick.

It turned out that Zhuhua was the old man's daughter.

People are very fierce, not a fire phoenix, but a hot chili pepper.

The old man was obviously a little afraid of his girl, pointed at Song Qingyun and said stutteringly: "He will punish my corn and he will have to pay compensation. This is the rule here."

"What rule is to punish people, I have to change it. If you have a few taels of yellow grains worth, you will have to pay 300 yuan. You will be unreasonable and you will pay the money back quickly. If you don't pay it back, I will be frustrated if you don't pay it back." He smiled and apologized to Song Qingyun: "Sorry, the elderly are like this, they have a bad temperament."

Next to him, the old man snorted a few times and handed over the money helplessly.

After she apologized, Song Qingyun calmed down his anger. It can be seen that the woman was reasonable: "Sister, the matter was originally wrong. If you should pay for it, please calculate it, give it a specific number."

Zhuhua's father interrupted: "Look, he wants to compensate himself, not me for blackmailing."

The bamboo flower shook her father's eyes: "Stop talking!"

The old man obediently covered his mouth with his hands.

She was about to say no to Song Qingyun, but when the cell phone rings, she answered the phone. While waving her hand to signal Song Qingyun to leave quickly, she shouted to the other end: "Three cousins ​​of Jianguo, yes, yes, yes, I am Gong Zhu. What, the first secretary sent by the superiors will arrive soon. You want to hold a reception and ask me to send a bottle of wine to your house. OK, okay, right away... and asked me to stare at the intersection and notify you when someone comes."

Hongshi Village is high in mountains, and villagers basically rely on yelling in communication, both men, women, young and old, and loud voices.

"What, a blue off-road vehicle, the license plate is SL006444, huh, you wait."

SL006444 is Song Qingyun's license plate number, and the one who called the village clerk Chen Jianguo.

Zhuhua hung up the phone, circled around Song Qingyun, then walked to the front of the car and looked at the license plate. It was indeed.

Then he said in surprise: "You are the new first secretary, Secretary Song. Oh, the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. My family doesn't know my family. Leader, I apologize to you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Song Qingyun felt embarrassed when he saw an older sister who was about ten years older than him, and wanted to reach out to help him, but when he thought of the difference between men and women, he was at a loss: "No, no, the uncle is having fun with me. Don't be the leader and secretary or something, call me Xiao Song."

Gong Zhu: "What Xiao Song? You are the biggest official in our village. It represents the country. I call you Mr. Song but I don't have time, so how dare I call Xiao Song? Isn't this a flashlight in the cottage to shit? But if you crush my millet, you have to compensate. You have to make a mistake in this matter first. If you say nothing, you can't leave if you don't give it money. I won't beat you or make trouble with you. I'll go to the mayor. If it really doesn't work, I'll find the mayor. There's always a place to reason."

The words were full of irony, and he was quite unpolite.

Gong Zhu was also informed and reasonable, and spoke out for justice, but then turned his back.

The sudden change in the painting style made Song Qingyun open his mouth in shock: "This..."

Gong Zhu took away the 300 yuan her father had just returned to Song Qingyun, turned his head and shouted to everyone, "Three Dad, Wu Uncle, Xiao Niu, if I just took Secretary Song's money like this today, it would be a blackmail. The people in Hongshi Village are just a word of reason. Secretary Song came here to help the poor this time, and sympathized with my small shop not easy to run, so he wanted to buy my things. This is their intention. If you open the door and do business, there is no reason to drive customers out. Do you want to help me and load the goods on the secretary's car. Yes, yes, that white cardboard box with the words "Jiaojiao" printed on it, and a box is exactly worth 300 yuan."

"Okay." Everyone burst into laughter and stuffed the box into the car.

Jiaojiao is a brand of sanitary napkins.

Swearing like a woman is the biggest insult in the local area.

On the way to the village committee in a mess, Song Qingyun felt so stuffy that her chest was so stuffy that she almost hit the fence of the villagers on the roadside several times.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"If I am Sima Yi, you Gong Zhu is Zhuge Liang, you will give me women's daily necessities, damn it!"

He suddenly wondered in his heart that he was the first secretary of the village, not that he was afraid. After knowing his identity, Gong Zhu had to maintain respect. After all, he represented the country and superiors.

She was respectful at the beginning and rude at the end, and she treated herself as an enemy. She was simply unfounded!

Why exactly?

The village committees are located in the center of Pingba. There is a piece of hemp willow tree at the door whirling in the wind, bringing a hint of coolness to the hot summer day.

According to the system, the first secretary of the village branch committee must stay in the village for ten days every month, and return to work at the unit at other times.

It is fifty kilometers away from the city and it is also full of mountain roads. As long as Song Qingyun goes to the countryside, he has to live here.

Unlike other village cadres who are close to the city, they can go all-round and learn.

The village committees are a large courtyard with pink walls and green tiles, a good environment, and probably living conditions are quite good. Seeing everything in front of them, Song Qingyun's anger improved a lot.

Hearing the sound of the car, a fat man in glasses immediately jumped out of it, jumping and shouting loudly: "Is it Secretary Song? You've been looking forward to it."

If you guessed correctly, this person is Chen Jianguo, the clerk of Hongshi Village.
Chapter completed!