Song Qingyun took a breath of air conditioning and thought to himself: Don’t look at the thin and thin person, he is still fierce. This female general is really uncivilized, one by one, one by one.

The old drown roar came from inside.

The door opened, and an old farmer with a short beard appeared in front of the two. It was Gong Zhigao.

His eyes bulged, showing his elders' majesty, and shouted, "I'm happy, why are you yelling around? Kick, even if you kick, I'll see who is so bold today."

Happy: "What's wrong with me kicking your door? I'm still kicking people! You tease women, you're a hooligan."

Lao Dian was furious: "What am I teasing you? You have the nerve to say."

Seeing that they were about to quarrel, Song Qingyun hurriedly grabbed Leyi: "Leyi, calm, calm, talk about the important things first, give face."

"Okay, Song Qingyun, I'll give you your face." Leyi then held back his anger and stared at Lao Dian fiercely.

Lao Dian looked at him disdainfully: "Song Qingyun, if you have something to say, I have to go to the field to plant wheat. I will be hungry if I miss the farming time."

Song Qingyun: "Gong Zhigao, Team Leader Gong, Yonghua has been back. I have been here in this village for a while. The cadres of our village committee have not sat together and talked. Yonghua and I have discussed it and are preparing to hold a village cadre meeting in the near future. I hope you can attend."

"If you want to drive, just drive it. I want to farm. Don't say that I am the leader of the fourth group, I must attend. I am old, why don't you let me off as the leader."

Song Qingyun still said kindly: "We have only five groups in Hongshi Village. Isn't it appropriate for you to go if you don't go? Also, this meeting is about discussing poverty alleviation. The four groups of you have the most poor households among the five villagers' groups. If you don't go, you won't be able to do a lot of things. As for personnel appointments and removals, I am just an ordinary civil servant village cadre, but I have no power."

"You know that it's good if you don't have this power, then I'll care about what you do, don't go or not."

This old man didn't give Song Qingyun any face at all.

Song Qingyundao did not expect things to turn out like this, and he was a little confused.

He came here today for two main purposes. One was to persuade Gong Zhigao to attend the village cadre meeting. Lao Dan was one of the highest-ranking people in the Gong family, and he was also the team leader. His prestige was there. With him taking the lead, the matter was done.

As for the 800 yuan, everyone knows that this is impossible, and it may not be impossible to persuade him to give up this idea.

Secondly, it means that you are with Gong and Le. After all, it is wrong for you to scold a young wife. Also, you are an elder and you have to take care of the younger generation.

But I don’t want to see the current situation. Gong Zhigao is obviously targeting himself. What’s the reason?

Song Qingyun was unhappy and held back his anger: "Then why should you be willing to attend the meeting?"

Lao Dian: "Are you pretending to be stupid?"

Song Qingyun became angry and was about to speak, but he was happy to interrupt: "Don't you want money yet."

Lao Dian: "Yes, 800 yuan, no penny can be lost. I will give you face if I give you money. I promise to fill up my time and not say a word."

Song Qingyun: "I called a meeting of village cadres to ask everyone to discuss poverty alleviation. What you mean is to only bring ears. Is it meaning that I can only sing a single Taiwanese opera? "

Lao Dian: "Don't you just want to perform? I'm a good audience. I won't say nonsense anymore, and it won't work if I don't give you money."

Song Qingyun couldn't help but call him nickname: "Lao Dian, you don't know how much money is in the village committee account. Where did Liu Yonghua get the money to you? It will cost 800 yuan for a meeting. Do you think you are an expert and a scholar to give the lecture, which is really outrageous?"

"I'm outrageous, what can you do?"

The two of Le Yishou next to him clasped and wanted to take revenge, and joined in: "The old coffin board, I only know that I can reach out to the coffin - I want money."

Song Qingyun shouted: "I am happy to respect my elders."

"I only respect people who deserve respect, old coffin boards, old coffin boards."

Lao Dian: "Little Bi Huahua, a bad guy..."

One old and one young, one man and one woman immediately started to curse each other, talking filthy and varied, and directly following the other party's three ways.

Song Qingyun has been in the village for so long, and he has mediated several times that the villagers scolded each other, and he is not unfamiliar with it.

In particular, Wan Xinke left a deep impression on him.

Wan Xinke's curse routine is actually very simple, summarized in one sentence: If you don't know how to do it, you will win with your strength.

She has a loud voice, is full of energy and has good endurance. She blocks your doorstep and opens her voice. She makes a fuss for four or five hours without rest. No one can withstand such a blow.

For example, she is Xiao Feng in martial arts. She comes and goes, she is a set of Arhat Fist and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, relying on her absolute strength to crush her.

The two of them in front of them have excellent skills and their unique tricks are frequently used, just like Gusu Murong. They have changed six or seven sets of boxing techniques in their every move, and the stars are changing, and their eyes are fascinated.

As the saying goes: Fists are afraid of being strong at a young age, and sticks are afraid of being old wolf.

Lao Dianhe Leyi cursed for a long time, but his physical strength finally stopped and he began to use his ultimate move.

"Xiao Bi Huahua, you are still talking swearing and strange things to me. With your time, you will still think more about the men at home. You have been married for a few years, and your stomach has not moved yet. Are you sick? If you are sick, go to the doctor. An old hen like you who cannot lay eggs had been retired in ancient times. You dare to yell at me for your face? This village has the surname Gong and Chen, and there is no room for people with other surnames to speak. Besides, you are a married woman. You are yelling outside all day long, and you are not a wife."

I have had a few quarrels with my husband and family because of having a baby, which is quite painful.

Lao Dian's words were heartbroken, and she couldn't help but cover her face and ran away with a "wow".

Song Qingyun's face was ashen, pointing out that he had been lying for a long time, but couldn't speak.

Because she was afraid that Leyi would not be able to think about anything, Song Qingyun didn't have time to pay attention to the old man in the ghost and chased him in the direction where Leyi left.

Where are you happy to go?

She went to Zhuhua’s convenience store to buy a lot of snacks, and was biting them non-stop.

Although there were still tears on my face, my mood was obviously much better. Seeing Song Qingyun even handed over two potato chips, I choked up: "Secretary Song, don't worry, crying is my way to relieve stress. If you see me crying in the future, don't worry, it will be fine in a while."

Song Qingyun sighed in his heart and thought to himself: How can you ignore it? You will relieve your pressure when you cry, and I will be under a lot of pressure.

"Oh, the secretary is here, why don't I make you a cup of tea and take care of the convenience store business?" Zhuhua walked over with a smile.

Song Qingyun also simply said: "No, I can't afford to drink."

He looked inside and found that there were two tables of mahjong inside in the morning. Unexpectedly, Huang Erwa was working hard.

Zhu Hua's face changed: "Song Qingyun, it's okay to say that playing small cards is not considered gambling."
Chapter completed!