Before Sour Xing had poured out half of the manuscript, Feng'er interrupted him with a smile and said, what you are talking about are all old-fashioned words, how can you be worthy of today's occasion. Nowadays, speech is no longer the posture of reciting quotations and shouting slogans in the past, and it must be pragmatic.

Sour Xing was dumbfounded. He said, "Then I'll have to talk about it."

Feng'er replied, this way, I'll find some newspapers, you can read them first. Then think about what you should say and how to say it.

Sour Xing touched his sweaty head and said, I've been talking for most of my life, why is it inappropriate, it's really weird.

Sure enough, Feng'er picked out a few newspapers and a superior document, and asked Sour Xing to compare the spirit of the newspaper and the document to talk about her speech. That night, Sour Apricot squatted in the pot house and tossed for most of the night. He hadn't gone to bed until the rooster had crowed. The woman was forced to enter the pot house several times, and he had to set fire to the paper that was spread all over the dining table, so he had no choice but to give up.

Early the next morning, Sour Apricot got up early and continued to read the manuscript with words, looking nervous.

On May 1, the weather in the mountains was exceptionally good.

When the gray gauze curtain before dawn was picked up by the dawn and fell into the col, a touch of orange-red light was painted on the eastern mountain. Just like a bottle of Chinese painting paint filled with warm tones, it was crushed by an invisible giant hand, and it was casually smeared and soaked in the sky that had just revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly. Orange red like a flame, like petals, subtle like a smile. Then, the ruddy sun showed half of his face. The blushing glow suddenly covered the eastern sky, and then sprinkled diagonally along the steep mountain beams throughout the col. It leads to a glow in the col, and the colors are flying.

Between the high and low courtyards in the mountain col, wisps of cooking smoke gradually rose. The milky white smoke was scattered in the courtyards of the streets and alleys, and then flew up, flowing along the slopes and ditches, swirling in the fresh air of the mountains, and tearing up the branches of the jungle that had sprouted and spit green in the courtyard outside the village.

There are chickens, dogs, geese and ducks shouting and barking one after another, and gradually become a wave of sounds, echoing each other from afar, one after another. At this time, in the small courtyards of farmhouses, there were sounds of doors opening, yawning, bucket collisions, and scolding and sleeping babies getting up from time to time. Until the sun rose a pole high, and the colorful glow in the col had long been cleared, the sound still rang everywhere.

Xylophone woke up early. She didn't bother to wash her face and comb her hair, so she went straight to the factory. The new factory will be officially launched at about 10 o'clock in the morning. After the listing ceremony of the new factory, the on-site meeting of the economic development work of Beishan Town was directly held. Two days ago, Secretary Hu and Yang Xiande in the town left all the mess around them and led the officials of all sizes to supervise the ribbon-cutting ceremony and the preparations for the on-site meeting. Looking at that posture, he almost moved the office of the town party committee and government.

Secretary Hu and Yang Xiande took such painstaking steps to handle this listing ceremony, which is of deep significance.

In 1986, the county's secretary Yang and county magistrate Du were determined to completely change the county's original economic structure and lead the economic main body with traditional agricultural production as the keynote to the road of taking traditional agriculture as the foundation, economic project development as the mainstream, and industrial-scale operation as the vanguard. In a word, the whole county is making concerted efforts, going all out to invigorate the economy, vigorously invigorating the market, and making great efforts to grab money. It was in such an environment that Secretary Hu and Yang Xiande saw the value of the Xinghuacun Preserved Fruit Processing Factory and the far-reaching impact that came into being. As a result, the town team held several special meetings to study how to make full use of this steaming dish, attracting diners from all over the top and bottom to taste it carefully and deliciously. Not only to eat in the stomach, but also to keep the aroma in the heart for a long time, not a little bit is not allowed to be wasted. [End of Chapter]