Happy little peasants

At seven o'clock in the evening, there was a dim light in the rural courtyard of the mountain village.

The old party secretary was sitting on the sofa. Despite the hot weather, he was sweating and feeling cold all over.

His wife was even more exaggerated. She wrapped the quilt and ran on the bed and sat down.

The old secretary smoked one by one, and the room quickly became smoky.

"I just told you, the rice was thrown away if it was rotten, you refused, you have to fry it. Look, something is wrong with the eating!" A few cigarettes went down, the old branch book opened the chat mode, nagging over and over .

His daughter-in-law finally couldn't help but burst out, screaming and rushing out of the room, her finger almost poking the man's forehead.

"Who am I for, who do you say I am? I am not for the descendants of your old Zhang family!"

It turned out that the second son of the old party secretary was studying in the provincial capital and was in his junior year, preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination.My family is not rich, so in order to support my son in enrolling in the remedial class, I save money and send all the money to the child.

The old couple is at home, so if you can save it, you can cook meals for a few days.But if you do this, you can barely make do in winter, how can you hold it in summer?No, for a meal of fried rice with eggs, the two almost met Yama.

"Don't quarrel between you two, according to me, it's all caused by poverty." Jiang Xiaohu hurriedly persuaded them to drive away.

These two didn't take Jiang Xiaohu as outsiders either, the old branch secretary blushed and sighed: "Hey, I made you laugh."

"Laugh a shit, they saved us!" The old secretary-in-law came up with temperament and she didn't know what to say, but she was a good person. She turned around and rushed to Jiang Xiaohu almost thank you, "Tiger, thank you! It's not you, our son and mother have to see Hades."

Jiang Xiaohu chuckled, "Aunty, you're joking, it won't be enough. But even though I wake you up, you two have to go to the hospital. Not in town, I can see the county."

"No money!" The couple sighed again.

Jiang Xiaohu slapped his purse: "I'll put it on the table, don't worry about money. My second brother is studying now and hasn't made any money. He will definitely make a lot of money after graduation, and he will pay me back in time."

Originally, the old party secretary was a shameless person, and was unwilling to use Jiang Xiaohu's money.But listening to him say this, it's not easy to refuse.

His wife blushed: "Thank you, Huzi, by the way, what did you do today?"

"Oh, look, I'm just busy saving people, forget about it. I'm here to discuss with my uncle about the start of my farm." Jiang Xiaohu said, "Look, the farm Once the work started, Murakami has a three-component red every year, and every household has income. From now on, things like this will never happen again."

If you say this in the past, the old party secretary may still wonder: "It's not your kid who makes the big head."

But today, he was very grateful to Jiang Xiaohu, and after thinking about it, he felt that what the other doll said was right.

Jiang Xiaohu made a good profit, but he offered to share dividends with the village, and the village had eaten for nothing.

People are hardworking and getting rich, and they don't forget the warmth and warmth of the folks, they are good people!The old party secretary thought, the town always talks about getting rid of poverty. Maybe Jiang Xiaohu will take off the poor hat of Jiangbian Village.

"Yes, old man, Huzi is a serious matter, you have to keep your snacks tight." said the old secretary-in-law.

The old party secretary nodded: "I know, oh my old waist, today is a bad crime."

After speaking, the old party secretary coughed violently again.

Jiang Xiaohu furrowed his brows: "You, stop smoking. I noticed it when I got your pulse just now. Your lungs are not good."

"Yeah, yeah." The old party secretary nodded, and suddenly looked at him in surprise, "When will your kid go to the doctor?"

"Hey, my size is also a high school graduate, isn't it?" Jiang Xiaohu concealed his panic under the guise of being shy. Hey, I can't let others know about Shanhetu.But he is a person who can't hide things in his heart, it's really uncomfortable to hold a secret in his stomach.

"Well, tomorrow we two go to the county, it is too far." The old branch secretary muttered.

"It's okay. I'm going to deliver food. You can take my car." Jiang Xiaohu volunteered.

We negotiated with each other and started work when we returned from the county seat.

The next day.

Jiang Xiaohu filled the car early in the morning, took the old party secretary and couple, and rushed to the county seat with his tricycle.

We departed at 6:30 in the morning and arrived at the county town at around 8 in the morning.He first sent the old couple to the hospital for registration, and then he took the vegetables to Zhou Qing's house to unload the goods.

Now that Zhou Qing is following him, it can be considered to be on the right track, and he is not idle at all.

After ordering the food, Jiang Xiaohu went to the gate of the county hospital and waited for the old couple.

After eleven o'clock, the couple checked, Jiang Xiaohu took them to the street next to him and found a noodle restaurant. One person ordered a bowl of beef noodles, which was regarded as lunch.

"Hey, it's really overwhelming. The doctor said. Fortunately, the two of us were saved in time, otherwise we will die." The old secretary-in-law was more grateful to Jiang Xiaohu, and she was going to treat him as a son. "Huzi, thank you so much!"

"Hurry up and eat your noodles, why are so many words." The old secretary is a very conservative man who likes to hide his words in his stomach. He pushed the noodle bowl to his wife and scolded him.

Jiang Xiaohu grinned: "It's okay, my eldest and second elder brothers are not at home, and you two are my parents. Everyone in the village, you should have a carer. Let's not just eat noodles..."

He looked up, looked for the waiter, and planned to order another stir-fried vegetable or something.

The shop is about 30 square meters, and there are more than a dozen tables crowded. There are two people in the shop. A man in the back cook is cooking noodles, and a woman in front takes care of it, like a mom-and-pop shop.

But the faces of both of them were drooping. In fact, the craftsmanship of making noodles is also very common, which is far from catching Sanshu Jiang.But the price is still very expensive. They only cost 18 yuan a bowl for a bowl of beef noodles.

"Waiter, please come and order." Jiang Xiaohu finally met the woman with a donkey-faced croaking face, hurriedly waved, and greeted with a smile.

The woman curled her lips, looked down on people, twisted her waist, picked up the menu and walked towards them.

Snapped!

She threw the bill on the table: "What do you want?"

The tone is even more unfriendly, and I don't know if it's menopause.

Because of being too uncomfortable and falling too hard, a corner of the book touched the old wife's noodle bowl, the bowl swayed, and the soup spilled out.

Both the old party secretary and the two were authentic rural people, who were tolerant and afraid of things and were afraid to speak.

Jiang Xiaohu was not. He frowned, "I order, what's your attitude?"

"What attitude, what attitude do you want from me?"

The woman was very horizontal, fluffed her hair, and quarreled with Jiang Xiaohu.

Only then did Jiang Xiaohu notice that it seemed that they had background dyeing their hair.

That's right, dare to open this poorly tasted broken shop in such a prosperous part of the county seat, and it's so arrogant, it's really a hell to have no background.

He was about to argue with the woman, the store door was pushed open, and a tall and dark young man walked in.