Happy little peasants

The old branch secretary looked at Jiang Xiaohu, and the two squatted smoking under the big tree in front of Zhang Fugong's house.

After smoking two cigarettes, Jiang Xiaohu dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and took a deep breath: "Okay, you call him out, and we solve this problem."

The old party secretary froze for a moment: "You can't do it anymore!"

"Don't worry, uncle, I won't." Jiang Xiaohu said with a smile.

His eyes are shining, and people can't help but feel good.

The old party secretary believed his words, nodded, turned around and walked back.It didn't take long before he came out with a person, but unfortunately this person was not Zhang Fugong, but his daughter Zhang Xiaohua.

Zhang Xiaohua wore a white short sleeve, a pair of denim cropped trousers, and a pair of white-washed sneakers.She lowered her head and looked lonely, following the old party secretary.

"Okay, you two talk by yourself, I'll go there and wait." The old branch calligrapher, sighing, he walked away more than ten steps, squatting on the ground and smoking.

When Jiang Xiaohu saw Zhang Xiaohua, he remembered what happened that day.Although the two people don't meet much in the village, they don't engage in evil.Especially after that night, there were subtle changes in their hearts.

Jiang Xiaohu was surprised when he saw Zhang Xiaohua, and Zhang Xiaohua was also surprised. It turned out that it was a life-saver who beat the old man.

"You beat my dad?" Zhang Xiaohua was silent for a few seconds, then raised her head, staring at Jiang Xiaohu who was one head higher than herself, and asked.

Jiang Xiaohu could feel her anger and helplessness, and secretly said: "Zhang Fugong's old dog is not a thing, but has raised a good girl."

"I did it." Jiang Xiaohu admitted openly, "you don't know what your father did? I'll tell you."

After speaking, he told Zhang Xiaohua what he saw during the day.

Zhang Xiaohua was dubious. In fact, Jiang Xiaohu had reserved enough to give her face, but she was still shocked.

Is that really a good thing her father did?She smiled miserably and felt that she had lived for these eighteen or nine years, so she didn't even recognize the two closest people.

After Jiang Xiaohu finished speaking, staring into her eyes and asked: "I said so, can you understand? I don't call the police. As long as you apologize and promise, is it too much?"

"Since it is Sister Biyun, why didn't she come?" Zhang Xiaohua asked casually. In fact, she had no intention of denying, just a word that she said casually when she was flustered.

Jiang Xiaohu was angry at this time, but regarded this as a denial.

"Hehe, you can put yourself in your place and think about it, which woman has just experienced this kind of thing, and will have the mind to be fair?" He sneered, "So today, I will give her an apology!"

Zhang Xiaohua froze for a moment and nodded: "You are right, okay, sorry." She bowed to Jiang Xiaohu ninety degrees, "I'm really sorry, my dad did something wrong. We promise it will never happen again. This kind of thing. If my dad can't control himself, I'll break his leg. I'd rather let God strike me with thunder." The words were a bit gritted.

She didn't go to verify anything, Zhang Fugong was scarred in the room and he didn't dare to speak, it was enough to explain everything.

Jiang Xiaohu was silent for a moment and nodded: "Well, for the sake of your sincerity, I accept it."

Zhang Xiaohua raised her head again and stared at Jiang Xiaohu: "We are finished apologizing. After two days, when Biyun sister-in-law is in a better mood, I will visit her house and apologize."

"Yeah." Jiang Xiaohu was quite surprised. He didn't expect Zhang Fugong's daughter to be so insightful.

"I apologized, how about you?" Zhang Xiaohua said, this time her tone was a bit bad.

Jiang Xiaohu said: "I did not do anything wrong."

He did feel that he had done nothing wrong, and in fact he had done nothing wrong, but under Zhang Xiaohua's gaze, he actually felt a little frustrated.

"That's right? You almost beat my dad to death!" Zhang Xiaohua said angrily, "Just tell me, what should I do?"

Jiang Xiaohu pondered that the other party might want to apologize or compensate himself.But sorry, he can't accept both.

And he is a big man, and he can't argue or quarrel with women, so the best way at this time is silence.

He closed his mouth and said nothing.Zhang Xiaohua kept glaring at him and waited stubbornly for his reply.

The two stood in a stalemate in the evening breeze, until the old party secretary finished smoking a bag of cigarettes.

He yawned, knocked his pipe pot on the stone, coughed, and said: "Okay, this is the case today, I'm sleepy. You will come to discuss again when you have time tomorrow."

Now that the old party secretary has spoken, Zhang Xiaohua is not easy to contradict him, so he promised, and said to Jiang Xiaohu: "You'd better think clearly, and then give me an answer. No matter how wrong my dad is, you have no right to hit him like that. "

Jiang Xiaohu kept his mouth and touched his nose without speaking.Zhang Xiaohua turned around and walked back. He looked at her stubborn back and said in his heart: "This Nizi is tough enough, but much better than her father."

When Zhang Xiaohua went back and closed the door, the old party secretary walked up to Jiang Xiaohu and poked him: "What are you doing standing stupid? Go!"

The two fathers walked back together, chatting along the way.The old party secretary asked him about harvesting vegetables, and he knew that the old party secretary wanted to sell him vegetables.

Although the party secretary is also an official, he is a sesame official after all, and his salary is not enough for what he does. He is essentially a farmer.

The old secretary has planted land at home, and there is also a vegetable garden.There are tomatoes, cucumbers, etc., and they are well cleaned.

Jiang Xiaohu grinned and said: "Don't worry, my dish needs long-term acquisition, and I can guarantee that I will have yours next time."

"Well, you young people have brains!" The old secretary sighed.

The incident of Zhang Fugong's bullying of Biyun was so confused.He ate Jiang Xiaohu's fat beating, and was scolded by the old secretary.The next day, his wife and children did not treat him with a nose, nor a face, and that was simply a loss of his wife and a tragedy, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Since then, let alone bullying Biyun, he hurried around even seeing her from a distance.When he saw Biyun, he thought of Jiang Xiaohu's hammer-like fist, and he trembled.However, his heart toward Jiang Xiaohu became more and more bitter.

Zhang Xiaohua didn't say anything, she went to Jiang Xiaohu almost the next day and asked him how he was thinking.Jiang Xiaohu always dealt with this vaguely and negatively.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the truck from the restaurant to pull vegetables came, and the cargo drove into the village. The moon-white car body, mighty and domineering, became a dazzling sight.

Jiang Xiaohu and her son helped the driver by loading the dishes together.When it came time, Wang Xifeng also stuffed himself two catties of tomatoes and a bag of cucumbers.

"Auntie, you don't have to give me these, it's all my duty." The driver said embarrassedly.

Wang Xifeng waved his hand: "Why don't you have anything to do with it? You do us such a big favor, what's the point of eating some cucumber. Take it back and give it to the children."

Jiang Xiaohu admired his mother's communicative ability very much. With this time, the driver became more concerned about his family affairs in the future.

On the spot transaction, the driver gave Jiang Xiaohu 4,600 yuan.Wang Xifeng secretly calculated that the cost of the vegetables they bought was only eight or nine hundred. Good guy, they made three or four thousand yuan this day!

At this moment, Wang Xifeng looked at his son more and more admiringly, and called her husband that night to talk about it.Jiang Shizhu over there was also dumbfounded.