Regarding the matter of sending red envelopes and money, it was originally just an attempt by Wang Ping'an, but it was recognized and rewarded by the Shennong auxiliary system, rewarding a lot of merits.

So, no matter what these old people think, no matter what they say, they are happy to send money themselves.

When the money is sent out and merit is obtained, this is happiness.

As for what others think, mind your own business.

Is it difficult to ask if you want to meet someone: "Do you care if I send money?"

Heh, it's just a joke.

Immortals act, this is so carefree and uninhibited.

"Uncle Deli, why are you yourself?" said to the village party secretary who came up, Wang Ping'an carried the money.

"Your accountant's uncle's son is back, I heard that he has set up a small factory outside, and he is out of business, and he drove a BMW back this morning, which is magnificent. How happy Lao Lu was to entertain guests at home, and he didn't even bother to ask about the money. ”

Wang Deli, the village party secretary, replied.

Wang Ping'an nodded, and had a little impression of the son of the accountant Lu Aimin's family, they were all the same age, but they didn't play together when they were young.

After all, at that time, Wang Ping'an was a fool, and there were not many people playing with him.

Like Lu Dashan, the son of an accountant, and Wang Guodong, the son of the village party secretary, belong to smart children, and belong to the child king in the village, there are too many places to play, and they disdain to take care of people like Wang Ping'an.

Just like the current Wang Ping'an, he will not deliberately take care of the real Dasha Xiaodong in the village.

In other words, the current Wang Ping'an is also difficult to communicate with Zhen, Sansil, and Wang Wencai, and the time they get along is getting shorter and shorter, and they have gradually become strangers.

The Tao is different, and it is not conspiring with each other, this is the principle.

In the village parlance, that means that the urine does not go into a pot.

Wang Ping'an thought of this, raised the money in his hand, and said: "Since the accountant is not here, then please come and register, the person who has received the money, just put a fingerprint on the back of the name." ”

"Okay, it's your money anyway, you have the final say, there's no complicated formalities. Wang Deli happily agreed.

These poor and lonely old men and old ladies in the village, when they saw this frame, they really made money, and they were immediately happy.

"Oh, Erbao is such a good person. I'll just say, this kid has been honest since he was there, and he won't deceive people. ”

"Yes, yes, this kid really can't deceive when he is a child, and I can also testify to this. ”

"Thank you so much, thank you so much, so much money, I can have a good New Year. ”

Those who didn't receive the money and those who received the money praised Wang Ping'an, praising him as a flower, the ten good young people in the village.

Even a few elderly people who did not meet the poverty conditions received money.

So Wang Ping'an's merit value silently increased by a few.

From Wang Ping'an's arrival at the village committee to the delivery of the money and the completion of the handprint, it took less than ten minutes in total.

"Okay, everyone has already received the money, so let's disperse, so much money, if it is not safe to keep at home, it will be deposited in the credit union or bank in the town. ”

The village party secretary began to drive people out, after all, it was not good for a large group of people to be crowded in the village committee all the time.

So the group thanked each other again, laughed with each other, and walked out.

At this moment, I saw the village accountant Lu Aimin walking into the village committee compound with his son Lu Dashan, and just happened to meet this group of old men and old ladies.

Lu Dashan is in his twenties, two or three years older than Wang Ping'an, he went out to work after junior high school, he is very shrewd and clever, and after learning technology, he opened a small factory.

Now, he is dressed in a brand-name suit, with shiny leather shoes on his feet, tall and thin, slightly dark skin, looking very energetic, and when he raises his hand to greet people, a dazzling diamond-encrusted gold watch is revealed on his wrist.

"It's really lively here today, come to the third master, you smoke...... Fifth grandma, I remember that you also smoke, let's have one, soft China, good smoke. ”

Lu Dashan can speak well, keep greeting people, and scatter smoke.

Lu Aimin was extremely pleased to watch his son entertain and greet the villagers, which meant that he was running from time to time.

As an outsider, it is really not easy for a male intellectual, who has lived in a mountain village with a strong clan concept for many years.

Now that his son is out of the mountains, he wants to show off in front of all the people in the village.

"The mountains are out, and they are all smoked with soft China. But I don't smoke anymore, hehe, quit. The old man clutched the thick red envelope in his trouser pocket, and was reluctant to take his hand out, so he had to say that he had quit smoking.

Another old woman, who had lost more than half of her sallow teeth, put her hands in the pockets of her old-fashioned jacket, smiled and refused: "I don't smoke anymore, I've been quitting for a long time, I've heard people say that smoking is bad for health." ”

Several other people who used to smoke also used the same excuse to say that they had quit smoking.

Lu Dashan opened a box of good cigarettes and didn't let one out for a long time, which made him a little embarrassed and puzzled with a smile on his face, and he didn't know what was going on.

Lu Aimin, the village accountant, was even more puzzled, his brows furrowed, these people who said to quit smoking, yesterday they saw a few people smoking in the human field, and even he saw cigarettes in the pockets of these people.

However, Wang Deli, the village party secretary, knew the reason for this, greeted him with a smile, took a cigarette, and resolved Lu Dashan's embarrassment.

"The mountains are out, and they are all pumping soft China. By the way, this is the second treasure of the village, do you still have an impression?" Wang Deli took the initiative to introduce.

"Isn't this just a fool, of course I have an image. Although Lu Dashan had heard his father mention it a few times, he knew that Erbao was capable now and mixed well in the village, but he still habitually shouted out the name he used to call when he was a child.

When he faced Wang Ping'an, he had a faint sense of superiority, which came from the memories and habits of his childhood, which continued until he went out to set up a factory at the beginning of this year.

Wang Ping'an in his impression is still a second fool, and he is still stupid.

Even after coming back this morning, when I heard my father mention Wang Ping'an, he said that he didn't seem to be stupid, his brain was basically normal, and he mixed well in the village, but Lu Dashan thought that no matter how good he mixed in the village, what would it be?

Like you are in a big city, you have your own factory, and you have more than a dozen employees under your command, that is the real ability.

Like myself, I bought a BMW car, and I was the first person in my village to buy a BMW.

Wang Ping'an, a person who makes a small amount of money by contracting orchards, is worth any interest? Maybe who is behind him to help him.

Accountant Lu Aimin knew Wang Ping'an's status in the village, and hurriedly reprimanded his son: "Dashan, how can you speak? His name is Erbao, don't shout those nicknames before, and he is disrespectful to people." ”

Wang Ping'an didn't know what to say, there weren't too many things about Lu Dashan in his memory, and even if he did, he might have forgotten it, indicating that the two of them had no friendship and no conflict.

However, when they met today, the other party's tone was very impulsive, which made Wang Ping'an feel unpleasant.

Why do peers in the village who don't even have a memory fragment dare to scream in front of themselves?

Wang Ping'an, with three points of confusion and three points of his own pride, said calmly: "Who are you?"