Zhenhua rode to the door, got off the bike, and smiled at the villagers, but wondered in his heart, half the village is here, is there a meeting?

Wang Xiang grabbed Zhenhua and asked, "Stinky boy, are you friends with Director Shi of the credit union?"

Zhenhua pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Oh, that's knowing, often playing chess together......"

Wang Xiang nodded again and again: "Next time I go to play chess, ask him if he still has a loan, give me a loan of 2,000 yuan, and I will invite him to drink." ”

Zhenhua grinned: "Uncle, this ...... I'm afraid I won't, but I can help you ask. ”

"Just ask, it's okay, it's okay, it's not okay to pull it down!" Wang Xiang waved his hand.

Zhenhua nodded, indicating that he had taken it to heart.

Qi Lei took Zhenhua's bicycle, rode it, slipped in a circle in front of the door, and asked, "Zhenhua, Zhang Kexiang gave you the bicycle, is it a dowry?"

Zhenhua glared: "What are you talking nonsense with this broken mouth? Get down, don't crash someone's car, I can't afford it!"

Qi Lei listened to Zhenhua's words, went his own way, and continued to perform his driving skills in front of the door.

The villagers also stared at the brand-new bicycle and discussed: "This is a Phoenix brand, right? It seems to be one hundred and eighteen!" "This kind of car is good-looking, you can't camel things, add 30 yuan, buy a permanent 28 bar, how good!"

While he was talking, the bell of the car in the west of the village was loud, and Zheng Huailiang, the village party secretary, came over with a two-eight-bar bicycle.

He rang the bell and shouted from house to house: "It's a meeting, it's a meeting, everyone comes out for a meeting, one by one, a few more, preferably young people!"

The villagers in front of Zhenhua's house immediately looked at Zheng Huailiang.

Zheng Huailiang is in his forties, he is thin, has long hair, and looks like a scholar.

He lives in Da Yaozhuang, two miles west of Dongwan Village, and also belongs to the Dongwan Brigade.

Wang Xiang frowned and looked at Zheng Huailiang who came from afar, and muttered: "Really ghost, the secretary is looking for us people, what kind of bird meeting is there?"

Liu Zhigao bared his teeth and smiled: "Brother Xiang, it is estimated that you will be engaged in sports as soon as the meeting starts, beware of cleaning up you, a local tyrant!"

Wang Xiang grinned: ", local tyrants have eighteen little wives, and there is only one Xiuzhen in my family, who is also considered a local tyrant?"

The old pockmarked Song Rengui squatted on the ground and said with a wicked smile: "Your Xiuzhen is so big, fat like a little Bodhisattva, and there are eighteen people in one family!"

Wang Xiang couldn't see Song Rengui, and glared: "Your ass, too, is eighteen people, and the pockmarks in the upper and lower villages have all grown up your ass!"

The little bachelor Song Jiacai was also here, and when he heard Wang Xiang sarcastically mocking his uncle, he couldn't help but be furious, and scolded uncleanly: "What do you say about the pig killer?

Wang Xiang glanced at Song Jiacai contemptuously, and sneered: "With your cowardice, you can't touch the cow egg when you jump, what are you jumping on?"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Indeed, Song Jiacai and Qi Lei's bodies are about the same, with a height of one meter six and a weight of one hundred catties, in front of Wang Xiang, who has a big waist and a round body like an iron tower, he is like a big monkey.

Killing pigs and striking iron has always been the patent of reckless and strong men.

Wang Xiang is a natural pig killer, inheriting the temperament and characteristics of all famous pig killers for 5,000 years. It's like Zhang Fei in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Zhen Guanxi in the Water Margin, and Daddy Hu in Fan Jinzhongju......

Zhenhua and Qi Lei Xiulian have studied Wang Xiang and agreed that Wang Xiang is the master of pig slaughterers throughout the ages, and will inevitably carry forward the pig killing industry, rush out of Asia to the world, and lead the global trend of pig killing. If this person is not born in the sky, the pig killing world will be like a long night!

Song Jiacai was sarcastically ridiculed by Wang Xiang, and even more sparks, threw off the jacket on his body, rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Wang Xiang: "I'll touch your bull egg today!"

Song Rengui also stood up and scolded and stepped forward to help.

Wang Xiang sneered, and pointed at the two uncles and nephews of the Song family: "Come on, come on, you uncles and nephews will go together, I will help the barren thin with one hand and eat the pot with the other, I can pick up the two of you!"

The villagers hurriedly stepped forward to pull.

Zhenhua hugged Song Jiacai, and Liu Zhigao pulled Lao Mazi.

Qi Lei was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, jumped on the brick stack, grabbed a good position to watch the game, waved his hand and shouted: "Fight, fight, I'll take a look, I'll be the referee, I'll be optimistic about Uncle Xiang!"

Zheng Huailiang, the village party secretary, had already pushed the cart to the door, frowned and shouted: "Why are you still fighting?

Wang Xiang shook his head, seeming to be a little disappointed: "I didn't fight, if I really fought, they have become dead pigs!"

Song Jiacai's uncle and nephew knew that they were not opponents, so they struggled and scolded a few words, so they took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey and shut up, glaring at Wang Xiang.

Zheng Huailiang looked up at Qi Lei on the brick stack, frowned, and said: "You are a group of Qi Lei, right? High school graduates are not sensible at all, and they don't persuade a little, they are still coaxing here, get down, and learn more from Zhao Zhenhua in the future!"

Zhao Chenghai was overjoyed, but he didn't expect Zhenhua to score another point and be praised by the secretary of the brigade.

Qi Lei grinned and jumped down from the brick stack: "I'm also kind, there are no entertainment activities in the village, I'm afraid everyone will get sick! By the way, Secretary Zheng, what's the meeting today?"

Liu Zhigao smiled and said slowly: "The brigade has two things to do, one is spring plowing and production, and the other is family planning. If we don't do a good job in family planning this year, there will be no flies and mosquitoes next year!"

Zheng Huailiang couldn't help but laugh, then waved his hand, and said:

"Don't make trouble, don't joke, let's have a simple meeting in front of Brother Chenghai's door today. Well...... It's not family planning, it's not spring ploughing and production, it's not a campaign, it's a lecture on getting rich and becoming well-off...... In other words, let's talk to everyone casually!"

Gradually, the villagers gathered around, and there were seventy or eighty people.

Cui Hong beckoned her son and moved out all the benches and low stools in the house.

The stool was still not enough, so Zhao Chenghai beckoned everyone: "Let's move bricks from the brick stack and sit!"

In fact, there was no need to say hello, and no one was polite to Zhao Chenghai, everyone had already done it themselves, lifted the red bricks from the brick stack, and put them under their buttocks.

Qi Lei dominated Zhang Kexiang's bicycle, sat on the back seat, held the cushion in both hands, landed on the ground with both feet, and watched the excitement leisurely.

Wang Xiang, the pig slaughterer, was the most domineering, moved out of the Fujimu Taishi chair from home, left the crowd slightly, and sat on it, facing the south and the north, looking at the world, and looking at the six and eight wilderness......

Zhenhua leaned on the threshold of his house, looked at Wang Xiang with a shiny face, and looked at Zheng Huailiang, who was shriveled and thin, and suddenly couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps, it is more appropriate to let Wang Xiang be the leader, hold a meeting to speak, and let Zheng Huailiang shrink into the crowd to be a mass.