Mao Lin said briskly, according to the original routine and division of labor, each prepared the matter at hand, and then it was done, what else was there to discuss.

Zhenfu Dao, these are all trivial matters, and there is no need to discuss. The point is that the payment for the project has not yet been secured. You can't just use two hands to open a mountain and cut rocks.

Zhenfu's words were ruthless and accurate, and his words hit the nail on the head, blocking Maolin to the point of a red face and a thick neck. Mao Lin immediately became angry in his heart. He said, "Didn't you take charge of logistics?" It's up to you to think about these things. If others are not in charge of these things, how can they interject.

Zhenfu saw that Mao Lin was angry and fired at him, of course he wouldn't let him. Zhenfu replied, let's come here today, isn't it just to discuss how to raise funds, why is it my business alone. I don't have the money to make a ticket. Besides, this road construction is a major event for the whole village, not a private matter of my own family. If there is a problem, we must share the responsibility to solve it. Otherwise, what else do you want our village team to do?

Mao Lin shot back, the village team also has a division of labor. If you don't figure out the things in your own share first, and let everyone go into battle to help when you encounter a problem, what kind of work is there? simply swallow a pot of muddy food into the stomach and count miles, and no one can be clean and idle.

Seeing that the two of them were about to blush, Xylophone hurriedly interjected and separated the two. She told her thoughts and asked the two of them to ponder whether it would work.

Zhenfu was not in a hurry to take a stand. He snorted sullenly on his dry tobacco pouch, his head spinning at great speed like a motor with the accelerator pedal. He didn't care about arguing with Maolin anymore, but was nervously thinking about the various repercussions and consequences that might be triggered. In particular, as one of the decision-makers, will he be entangled in this way?

Mao Lin borrowed his anger and didn't think about it, this method didn't work, and the villagers would not agree. You think, what every family is looking forward to is this little bit of apricot money. Those who eat and drink Lazar all year round also rely on this little money. If the village is cut off, it doesn't mean that the village people will be pinched by their necks and the villagers will be killed. This method will not work, and the villagers will definitely not agree.

If Mao Lin hadn't said so hard with his teeth and claws, Zhenfu wouldn't have planned to speak. Because he hasn't figured it out from the chaos of his thoughts. But when he heard Mao Lin talk so self-righteously, he didn't get angry. He blocked the forest road again, why didn't it work. With such a big difficulty last year, didn't we also sign a contract to raise funds? If you want me to see it, it's not that the villagers can't figure it out, I'm afraid that some cadres are making their own little calculations.

This sentence has clearly pointed to Mao Lin, and it has indeed poked at his heartache. It's like the shame that was hidden in the pants, and someone suddenly ripped off the waist of the pants, and dried himself naked in front of the crowd. Mao Lin's face flushed with a "whoosh", and quickly changed to a purple and blue color. His already impulsive temperament, together with the old feud that was temporarily shelved by the two of them more than ten years ago due to the year-end settlement of the production team, was completely stimulated by Zhenfu. The muscles on Maolin's purple-blue face shrugged one after another, and his eyes widened widely.

He said sharply, uncle, you can't get along with me. The reason why this doesn't work is that the lice on the bald man's head are obvious, so why am I playing my own little calculations. I'm afraid that the person who is making the small calculation is not me, but you. The things that you are responsible for, the puddle of stinky that you pull down, you have to ask others to follow suit. Where are all your brains, feet and claws, don't you want to eat meat to be a good person, and you also want to ask others to sharpen their knives and kill donkeys as murderers? You think others can't guess it, but you can't hide it from my eyes. [End of Chapter]