Luo's sister-in-law is nearly forty years old, and she is quite decent, the key is that she loves cleanliness and can still cook food. The man, Lao Liu, knows how to work as a mason, often takes private work in the city, goes out early and returns late every day, sometimes returns once every ten days and a half a month.

Luo's sister-in-law and her father and mother-in-law lived together, not far from the village committee, and the villagers gathered again, so they opened a non-staple food shop and set up a mahjong machine. Basically, villagers come to play cards every day, and there are dozens of yuan of tea money in the non-staple food store every day to subsidize the family.

This sister-in-law Luo is warm and generous, decent-looking, she takes the cigarettes and alcohol that the guests are generally entertained in the village, and sometimes she eats overtime in her shop, and checks out together at the end of the year. Luo's sister-in-law wants to make money, Wu Shiren is young and tasteful, and she can get stuck in oil from time to time and get addicted.

Wu Youde doesn't matter where they are, anyway, no matter where they are, as long as there is something to eat.

Everyone has their own plans and takes what they need.

Today, Zhang Xuejun is here to be the first secretary, and it is definitely unreasonable in this small shop. So, Wu Shiren decided to go to the town to pick up the dust for Zhang Xuejun.

Long Dajun pulled Zhang Xuejun into his motorcycle, and the group followed behind Wu Shiren and drove the motorcycle towards the town at a gallop.

Wu Shiren drove "suddenly" to the door of the "Wild Meat" hotel and stopped, and the car was not locked, and went straight to the 9 suitcases and sat down.

Everyone rushed in, Wu Shiren asked Zhang Xuejun to sit beside him, and the others sat down casually.

Seeing Wu Youde also sitting down in style, Wu Shiren glared at him: "What are you doing sitting here?

"Secretary Wu, look, according to what standard?" Wu Youde asked humbly.

"Why are you acting like a fool?"

Wu Shiren roared: "Secretary Zhang came to the village for the first time today, and we, as the master, picked up the wind and washed the dust for him, what standard do you have?

"I don't have any eyesight, I've been messing around with me for so many years!" Wu Shiren looked at Zhang Xuejun with a smile and said, ignoring him anymore.

Seeing Wu Youde standing at the door in confusion, Zhang Xuejun quickly stood up and said, "It's all my own people, be simple, be simple." ”

Wu Youde could only walk to the front desk, muttering as he walked, "I don't make it clear, tell me how to order, and make me angry." ”

After thinking about it, oh, yes, I remembered that Secretary Zhang is at the deputy section level, and according to the standard of Wu Shiren's explanation: the standard of the deputy position in the town, it should not be wrong.

He has been with Wu Shiren for almost ten years, and he knows that this Bodhisattva cannot afford to offend.

Wu Shiren, nicknamed "not a person", is a tyrant in the village. Since he was in his twenties, he has been a follower in the village, starting from the director of public security, deputy director, and deputy secretary, and has been the director for several years, and the secretary has worked for more than ten years. Not to mention in the village, he Wu Shiren stomped with his foot in the village, which villager was not scared and trembled.

In the village, it has always been the same thing, and it is very domineering. Not only work, but even what kind of food this visitor ordered, he also had his own "way".

He told Wu Youde many times, if you say, let you arrange it yourself, it is an ordinary guest, according to the ordinary guest hospitality, you can't serve hard dishes and good wine;

If this is an important guest, then you can have one or two hard dishes, or you can serve a good wine, if he personally goes to order food, then this must be a very important guest, and it is naturally good and hard dishes.

Of course, if there is a very important guest coming, then there will be no share of Wu Youde.

But what kind of guest is Secretary Zhang today? He is the first secretary, is he a guest? So Wu Youde was confused all of a sudden.

Fortunately, when Wu Shiren was eating, he only cared about chatting with Zhang Xuejun, and for a while boasted about how powerful he was when he was young, and he could beat several people by himself; for a while, he said that someone in the town wanted to move him, but it turned out that he was still the secretary, and he moved himself who wanted to move him -- he was transferred out of the town.

After the meal was finished, Wu Shiren didn't say anything to him, and Wu Youde's heart that had been hanging for a long time fell.

In the evening, after finishing dinner in Luo's sister-in-law's shop, Zhang Xuejun walked along the village road alone. He walked on the country road and took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance unique to the countryside came to his face, refreshing and comfortable.

Zhang Xuejun still likes the rural environment, after all, he is the son of a farmer, and he just ran to the city for his dream. It's just that because of the lack of adaptation, sometimes I get lost.

Now, stepping on the familiar dirt again, he felt much more grounded. On the way back, I saw that every house was brightly lit, like stars shining on the vast earth, in the dark night, twinkling and flashing.

Back in the village, the small empty square was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. Zhang Xuejun had no choice but to take out his mobile phone, turn on the "flashlight", and take advantage of the faint light of the mobile phone to touch and walk up to the room on the second floor.

Electricity is still available. He sat on the bed and dialed his wife, Zhu Xiaohong.

"Lao Zhang, you're okay!" As soon as the phone rang, Zhu Xiaohong asked eagerly, "Have you eaten?"

Zhang Xuejun reported to his wife one by one.

He owed this woman too much to let her worry about herself anymore.

"I'm good in the village, eat well, sleep on the second floor, have everything, don't worry. Zhang Xuejun added: "It's you who are at home, and I'm still not at ease."

"I've already called my parents, they won't be there tomorrow, they will arrive the day after tomorrow. Don't worry!"

"You are alone, you have to change your ugly temper. "Zhu Xiaohong knows Zhang Xuejun too well. On the phone, he said, "I can't let your temper go anymore, you can say whatever you want." In the past, there were no outsiders at home, and I let you vent. ”

"Now, when I get to the village, it's more complicated than the city authorities. The agencies are all colleagues who have been working for more than ten years, and everyone may give you face and don't care about you. It's different in the village, most of them don't know you well, no one will let you, and no one will help you. Everything has to be on your own!"

After a long time, Zhu Xiaohong also said: "I read the article today, and there is an old saying on it that is very good - the mouth is open, and the tongue is out of right and wrong." What the old man said makes sense, so remember it!"

Zhang Xuejun thinks about it, although he is almost fifty years old, his mind is not very mature. Say what you encounter, say what you think, and completely ignore the feelings of others.

I often complain in the organs and say things that are not conducive to unity, and they may also reach the ears of others, and what will the leaders think of me when they hear it? Although I have done a lot of things in the organs over the years, I just can't be promoted, and this may also be a problem.

When you meet someone and say three words, you can't throw away all your heart. My ancestors were wise, and they knew how to deal with people and things for thousands of years, so why can't I learn it?