The next morning, the fishing business of Sangbai was about to begin again.

Before he could go out, Qin Weiguang was blocked at the door.

"Where is this going?" Qin Weiguang said with a smile.

Sangbai said: "Go fishing. Haven't you seen me with neat armed clothes and styling so well?"

Qin Weiguang said: "It's not to get rid of me?"

"Don't talk about it like a young wife who is going to be abandoned by her husband. I do want to get rid of you, but I didn't use fishing to get rid of you. This is a new hobby I have cultivated. Of course, you can follow me, but you have to find this means of transportation yourself. I can't help you here. Two big men ride a cow together, and it seems like it should be. I don't want to be misunderstood by others." Sang Bai said with a smile.

After saying that, he said to Qin Weiguang: "What else is there? If not, I will set off."

Of course, Qin Weiguang had something else to do. Yes, he wanted money. But he couldn't force him to die. If this matter was done, the Yecheng Museum would soon become famous in the system. The vice president of Yecheng Museum forced someone to donate money by death! The general title of Qin Weiguang had already thought of it.

After making a move, Qin Weiguang also turned back to Ma Boqian's home as he watched Sang Bai ride the big bull and take Qiu Cao away from his yard.

Qin Weiguang stayed at Ma Boqian's home. As for the village committee, he had no way to live, because the village committee's dormitory was also charged. Usually, when everyone had Gongliao, they could pay for two days for free, but if you donate money, how could the village give you free?

Not only did no one want to give him free, but some villagers even wanted to give him double the price, because when they heard the word donation, the villagers didn’t know what it felt like. Over the years, they didn’t know how many times they had been forced to be free by the county.

Some even said strange things: When you were poor, you bastards came to help you. When you were rich, you ran very hard. When you came to me, you would touch your mouth. When you opened your mouth, you would be no less than 1,200 people. Look at your bird face.

Of course, with Lao Qin's personality and his skill in living in the world, not many people in the village think so, but the official has reasons for the official. Lao Qin's place of living in Liushuzhuang to make money cannot be obtained in the name of the official.

The first is that the museum is poor, and the second is that even if you have money, you can't let you live in the mountains, but it's no less than the money of a star-rated hotel.

Qin Weiguang was thinking about things while returning to Ma Boqian's courtyard.

Ma Boqian was walking in the yard with his daughter in his arms, which was not considered a walk, just to coax the little ancestor to fall asleep, so he could go to work.

But my little ancestor didn't know what was wrong today. He yawned several times but couldn't sleep. Ma Boqian had no choice but to walk in the yard. He couldn't stop because the girl in his arms would cry loudly when he stopped. It was not that Ma Boqian was upset, but that he felt very distressed.

The two of them were spinning and looked up and saw Qin Weiguang coming back.

"It's so early today?" Ma Boqian asked.

Qin Weiguang said: "It's not that I came back early, but Sangbai went out to fish. I can't ride with him when he rides a cow. Who knows where this kid goes? Even if he supplies motorcycles, I dare not follow the cow. Their cows cannot go to the mountain and sea, probably there is no place for them. Where can the motorcycles be used to pay for this matter."

"I think you don't wait. If you have the time to think about other ways, how can you always hang yourself on his tree? Besides, if you do something bad, I won't be happy to donate money to you if it's me?" Ma Boqian said.

Qin Weiguang said: "You think I don't want to do this, but not many people are willing to do this kind of thing. What big bosses now want is the kind of news that can attract themselves and donate money to the Blog Department to protect cultural relics? Even if the newspaper wants to give you the first page, how many people will read it? It's better to get a female star news to attract attention."

Qin Weiguang followed Ma Boqian for a while, and couldn't help but tease the little girl in Ma Boqian's arms.

"What should I do next? Keep consuming it like this?" Ma Boqian said.

Qin Weiguang said: "Sometimes I think about it, it's sad. You say I am of this level and come to people to report to ask for money every day. In Sang Bai's eyes, I guess I am the one who takes a broken bowl of beggar on the side of the road."

Ma Boqian raised his tone and expressed his disregard for his opinion: "Yes!"

"Where are begging people? You are cutting roads. To be honest, I have seen people staring at them like asking for money, and I have never seen people staring at them like saving people and donating money," said Ma Boqian.

Qin Weiguang smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think I think there are so many cultural relics over there, and now the national money is used for development, so we will be able to maintain the operation of the museum. There is really no such money."

Ma Boqian didn't say anything, but he could imagine what Sang Bo would think when he heard this: Why are you crying so poor? You are short of money and sell a few more cultural relics in it, anyway, it's just a matter of time.

Although Ma Boqian and Qin Weiguang met early and respected Qin Weiguang's character and knowledge, this time the museum did too badly, and no one would be willing to pay the money. Why do you keep it well so that you, the staff, will sell it again next time?

Qin Weiguang actually knew in his heart that the chance of Sang Bo paying for money after the incident happened was not high, but it was not his sentence. He didn't go to the point that he would not allow those people to be shot. If he really did what he said, let alone these people, the whole family of these people should have been taken out to kill them. Don't say anything like that. Why are the money for these people selling cultural relics? Is the wife not eating or the child not drinking? His wife is driving a car and his son's pair of shoes costs three or four hundred yuan, do you think it doesn't matter?

In fact, Qin Weiguang was eager to have another ruthless man like Emperor Yongzheng who searched a group of bastards and cut off their houses. But just thinking about it, reality is not based on his will, and society does not regard him as a seldom.

Sang Bai was in a good mood, riding on the back of the big bull and humming loudly, "What a sister, you are on the head of the bed, what is the feeling of riding a trunk?" Anyway, it's not a serious tone. Most of them are magical adult tunes modified by later generations. Now it's humming out of Sang Bai's mouth, which shows how good Sang Bai is in this moment.

Back at the lake, Sang Bai once again set off the rack. Only then did he remember that Lu Qingyao said yesterday that there were many eel caves here.

"Oh, I forgot to buy some eel hooks." Sang Bai patted his legs, looking very sorry, but it was not the case at all.

When I arrived at yesterday's place, I continued to dig a few red earthworms. After hanging the hook, the Sangbai began yesterday's steps again.

The first step was to hold the fishing rod in both hands and stare at the lake with bright eyes.

The second step is that I feel a little bored, so I change it to one hand and the other hand to hold my chin in a contemplative manner.

The third step is even more boring, the body is retracted into the recliner and lie down.

Step 4: Sleep and snore.

Today, I didn't even have the intention to set up a fishing rod, so I just lay in the chair like this. In less than five minutes, the snoring was like a whistle blowing.

As soon as Sangbai slept, Qiuhuo also lay down next to Sangbai's recliner, lay on the ground, rested his bear's head on his hands, closed his eyes, and soon the Xiaohuo slut on Qiuhuo also got up.

I just slept for a few hours.

When Sang woke up, he saw that he had already ordered this, so he entered the space to pick some peaches. The big bull autumn harvest dealt with a bunch of them. Sangbai ate two of them, and after he was full, Sangbai decided to continue fishing.

Fortunately this time, the fishing rods were there, so I didn't take advantage of the time when Sang Bai was asleep to give him a half-day tour of the lake.

He picked up the fishing rod again and continued to pose.

Today is a little better than yesterday. I didn’t sleep much in the afternoon, but I still didn’t catch fish. It wasn’t that there was no fish to eat, but that it was just an empty hook. His Sangbait is not Jiang Taigong, let alone that there was no King Wen to fish for him.

I rushed back and felt a little overwhelmed, so Sangbai got a small fish that was easy to catch on the way, and then put it on a straw rope and held it in his hand.

Of course I ate fish again at night, but this time it was not the main dish, it was a big meat on the table.

When I got home, I remembered that I had three of me for dinner tonight. The girl and grandma went to the finale banquet. Xia Yanqiu wanted to take stock today. Usually, I would not come back until ten o'clock, that is, I and my three sons.

Cut the dish you originally thought in half.

After dinner, they watched TV and went to bed after watching TV. The girl and grandma came back before 10 o'clock. As for Xia Yanqiu, she didn't come back late until late at night. She came back without saying a word, took off her coat and fell asleep on the bed without a moment.

Sang Bai thought about buying eel hooks, but every time he returned to the village, he couldn't remember it. He regretted it when he arrived at the lake, and it almost became a habit after a few strokes.

After fishing for a few days, the mulberry cypresses could not go out to fish because the busy farming process began and this crop was planted in spring. Therefore, the land had not been divided into various families at this time. The crops on it were cut, so the land could be divided according to what was discussed before.

The harvesting of crops was a hard and tiring job in the past, and it was a matter of food depending on the weather. But now, even if it rains, it will be more than a few more days. If it is really not enough, then the dryer will be installed and all the problems will be solved.

The use of machinery suddenly frees people from heavy physical labor. It seems that harvesting crops becomes a party, because you can see people every day when you run to the fields, which is more than you encounter in the village.

Qin Weiguang couldn't stay any longer. One reason was that he didn't want to stay anymore. The other reason was that the new leader of the museum had also sorted out, so he, the old man, had to go back.

Qin Weiguang left silently, and even Ma Boqian didn't have time to send him, because Ma Boqian also planted a ration field, and it happened to be his turn to use the home machine to send Qin Weiguang? Is the rice not harvested?
Chapter completed!