"Uncle Jing Pei!" Song Shan drove a motorcycle and came to the village committee office with a hand of oil.

"Mountain baby, what's the matter?"

Feng Jingpei walked out, looked at Song Shan, and asked.

Now Feng Jingpei, deputy director of the village committee, is in charge.

Feng Jianjin, the village party secretary, wants to communicate with the town and county in real time, and the road repair project has been put on the agenda, which is his responsibility, which represents the funder Fengsheng, and must be present in person to discuss the plan.

And Song Jiming, the village head, has gone to Yanjing with Song Jilin and Kou Bainian.

For that batch of winter wheat seeds.

Yesterday there was a call back, and it has been preliminarily negotiated, and the next thing is to buy, and then the car came back together, and he is not in Fengsheng Village.

Fengsheng Village is naturally Feng Jingpei's town.

"I have something to do to go to the county, you go and keep an eye on the construction of the greenhouse for me!" Song Shan instructed: "In terms of technology, Professor Hong will watch, you just need to stare at people, don't let them be lazy, build the greenhouse as soon as possible, time is money, if within this year, our out-of-season vegetables can not be planted, there are no products on the market, we will face a lot of problems!"

He is also prepared to take out loans in the name of Abundance Agriculture and credit unions.

But first of all, Fengsheng agriculture must have product sales, otherwise there is no future, even if it is a nominal loan from the village collective, the credit cooperatives may not approve it, if there are out-of-season vegetables on the market, and the performance is good, the credit cooperatives are to support the development of rural finance, and it is much easier to develop loans.

"Good!"

Feng Jingpei nodded, he cleaned up and went straight to the greenhouse.

"General manager, I'm looking for you!" At this time, the accountant Kang Ming stopped Song Shan.

"I'll talk about it when I get back!"

Song Shan lit the fire, started the motorcycle, left a trail of smoke, and instantly jumped out of the village committee and went in the direction of Panshi Mountain.

Every time I drive a motorcycle to walk the mountain road of Panshi Mountain, Song Shan has a strong desire to build the road, and it is not the most important thing that people bump up or down.

Without a road, it's really inconvenient.

After walking out of Panshi Mountain with difficulty, Song Shan ran directly to the county, but only after passing Mingshan Village, he popped and burst his tire.

He stopped and looked at the tires on the rear wheel.

It must have been a rusty old iron nail that accidentally penetrated the tire in the place where a few wooden planks were placed next to it just now.

"It's really a house leak and it rains overnight!"

Song Shan wanted to cry without tears.

He could only slip lightly and go to the town first to find a place to repair the tire.

I looked around the town and found a motorcycle road shop.

Lao Zhao repair shop.

"Anyone?" he parked his motorcycle and barked inside.

"It's coming!"

A young man with a dirty face ran out, and as soon as he saw Song Shan, he laughed: "Brother Shanzi?"

"Da Meng?"

Song Shan knew that junior high school classmate Zhao Dameng had a repair shop in his house, but he didn't know that it was here.

"You're going to fix the car?"

Zhao Dameng wiped the oil stains on his face with a towel, he was repairing a motorcycle in it just now, the people in the town repair more bicycles, less motorcycles, today his father went into battle and taught him the craft.

"It's a flat tire!" Song Shan said.

"King Suzuki?"

Zhao Dameng looked at Song Shan's motorcycle, and chirped twice: "This thing costs tens of thousands of yuan, Brother Shanzi, you have made a fortune!"

"Bought at home!"

"It's a good car, but it's ......"

He checked the motorcycle and said a little strangely: "You should be the latest, a year at most, how can you toss such an old one!"

"I've only bought it for a few months, but I run my mountain road every day, can it not be old?"

Song Shan said.

"I'll go!" Zhao Dameng shouted: "Brother Shan, you don't use motorcycles as motorcycles, run your mountain roads, how many motorcycles are enough to die!"

"I have something important, you fix it for me first!"

Song Shan looked at the handwriting, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Your car is not just a matter of tires, it is estimated that you often walk on mountain roads, so some parts are shaken loose, I have to tighten a little for you, if you are in a hurry, ride my car first!" Zhao Dameng and Song Shan are sworn friends, trustworthy people, he gave the key to Song Shan, and said: "I only filled up the gas yesterday, you open it carefully, this is not the king of Suzuki, don't run your mountain road!"

"Thank you!"

Song Shan was not polite, he took the important things, walked to the car next to him, lit the fire, and ran out with a bang.

When he arrived at Yudu Middle School, it was the end of class, and the students came in and out of the door.

Yudu County has a small population, it is a backward county, and there are actually two high schools, one is Yudu Middle School, one is Yudu No. 1 Middle School, and there is also a vocational high school, vocational high school.

Yudu Middle School is the leader, the students are the best, the students are the most, and there are all dormitories outside the dormitory, so the management is relatively strict, unlike the first middle school and vocational middle school, in and out are casual.

Song Shan was registered and entered the school.

The teaching building of the first year of high school is in the westernmost and the oldest teaching building, he stumbled up to the third floor, and then found Hou Dingjun in the teacher's office.

"Teacher!"

At this time, class is over, and the teachers are ready to eat, there are not many teachers in the teacher's office, only three, one of them is Hou Dingjun, Hou Dingjun seems to be reviewing some homework.

"It's coming!"

Hou Dingjun raised his head, glanced at Song Shan, and said, "You sit down for a while, give me two minutes!"

"Okay!"

Song Shan sat in a teacher's office chair next to him.

"Isn't this Song Shan?" A female teacher with glasses walked out and looked at Song Shan, quite enthusiastic: "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the college entrance examination, there is still a chance, have you repeated?"

"Teacher Li, I didn't repeat it!"

Song Shan shook his head.

This is his English teacher in his third year of high school.

"That's a junior college!"

"No!" Song Shan shook his head again.

"It's a pity!" Teacher Li sighed, and didn't say anything, she has been teaching for so many years, she is not Hou Dingjun, she has seen too much about this kind of thing, and she will not care too much, and said a few more words, which can be regarded as encouragement, and then walked out with a few lesson plans.

"Song Shan!"

Hou Dingjun finished the final approval, and then he negotiated with Song Shan, and said: "Calling you this time is my own request, I think that students are still focusing on learning at this stage, but Song Xiu has taken several vacations since the beginning of school, and he has taken a month of vacation in total......"

"What?"

Song Shan's eyes widened: "A month?"

It's only November 10th.

As soon as school started in September, it was only a little more than two months before and after, but this dead girl actually took a month off for a month, which is really a long skill.

"I've seen her grades, and I've done a few tests at the beginning of school, and her grades in junior high school are not good, but they are also upstream, and she has a strong learning ability, and when I first started class, I felt that she was a good person!"

Hou Dingjun continued: "But since October, she has been in school for less than half a month, which makes me more anxious!"

"The school leaders consider that she is a celebrity, and her current posters can be posted at the door, not to mention Yudu, Qin Chuan is a big celebrity, so many people transfer to our school because of her, maybe this is chasing stars, which can bring students and benefits to the school, so the leaders also turn a blind eye!"

"But I think it's not good for her future!"

After Hou Dingjun graduated, he brought Song Shan's students, Song Xiu was his second student, coupled with his stubborn character, his enthusiasm for being a teacher was as fierce as fire, so he cared about every student, he said softly: "If your family doesn't need to rely on her to work to make money, I hope she has more time to come to school!"

Then he added: "She has taken a week off since this month, but now it's ten days, today is Monday, she hasn't come to school, and I can't contact her, so I'm more worried!"

"Teacher, don't worry, our family doesn't rely on her to eat, this girl has hard wings, she dares to do such a big thing as skipping school, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter, and also give the school an explanation!"

Song Shan held back a wave of anger: "I can't kill her this time, I'm not his brother!"

This girl, her wings are really hard, it can't be an advertisement for Feng Nian, he has said hello, Song Jiang has also said hello, Feng Nian uses her as a spokesperson, and she does need to shoot some flat posters and advertising short films, but they must be limited to Saturday and Sunday, and no one will dare to joke with the sisters of the two big bosses.

There's only one possibility.

This girl is out doing outside work.

Now she is more or less famous, after all, Fengnian's advertising has been bombarded from the beginning, not only the spokesperson is beautiful and eye-catching to win the reputation of the product, but also because the product has entered every household and made the spokesperson's reputation famous.

So it's normal for her to be able to take on outside work, and in the northwest, especially Qinchuan, her net worth will not be worse than that of a second- or third-tier star.

Song Shan directly picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Hello, please help me call XXXXX, tell him, Song Shan is looking for him, within ten minutes, don't call me back, watch it yourself!"

I can't find this girl Song Xiu, but Song Shan knows who to look for.

Wei Xiaozong.

Without this bastard in it, Song Xiu's interpersonal relationship was there, and she couldn't go anywhere.