There is not a trace of wind in the town compound, and it looks even more steamy and scorching. A few tall weeping willows in the courtyard drooped lower and lower with their soft branches. The dense leaves also drooped weakly, and there was no longer the spirit of the past. The doors and windows of the offices are wide open. All kinds of ceiling fans, table fans, and floor fans all adjust the wind speed to the maximum gear, making a "buzzing" sound. Although the wind speed is not small, the swirling wind blows the paper on the desk to shake, but it is difficult to feel cold. The temperature inside and outside the house is almost the same. The air has been scorched, and the wind that swirls is all hot, and it cannot bring coolness or quench thirst. There are people squatting under the electric fan, drinking cold boiled water, sweating sticky and greasy, and constantly shaking a big puff fan in their hands, still unable to solve the scorching heat that is almost solidified around them.

Shen Yuhua went straight to Yang Xiande's office. His office is a separate room in a row behind the party committee office, adjacent to Secretary Hu's two separate offices. The doors and windows of Secretary Hu's office were closed, thinking that he was not in the house. This happened to follow Shen Yuhua's wish.

Yang Xiande's office is very simple, with a bed, a table, a chair, a file kitchen, a floor fan, and a set of sofas and coffee tables. There was a washbasin stand at the door, an enamel washbasin with towels hanging from it. It's this little thing that fills a room that's not too big.

It was also very hot in his house. The floor fan swayed and swayed, blowing desperately at his body, but it didn't bring him much coolness. He also had to hold a large pu fan in his hand, lie on his desk, and carefully review a stack of manuscripts while fanning. The undershirt on his body was clinging to the skin that was sweating continuously.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and saw that it was Shen Yuhua who had entered his office. Yang Xiande put down the pu fan and pushed the floor fan to the position of the sofa. He beckoned Shen Yuhua to sit down, and got up and poured her a cup of herbal tea.

What Yang Xiande asked was, how is the lawsuit going, and is there any new progress?

Shen Yuhua wiped the sticky sweat on her forehead and drank the herbal tea in one go. She gasped and replied, "If there is any new progress, it is all from others." We are left behind everywhere, just waiting for someone to cut the meat.

Yang Xiande exclaimed, what's the matter, are we passive?

Shen Yuhua quickly and completely told the cooperative company about the first step and the anger of the people in the village. Speaking of her difficult situation and embarrassing situation, Shen Yuhua became emotional, and tears flashed in her eyes. She said, I couldn't stand it. If I am alone, and I lose the lawsuit, I am afraid that even my old life will have to be involved, and I will not be able to end well. Mayor Town, how can you call me Shen Yuhua?

After Yang Xiande heard this, he let out a long sigh and didn't say anything for a long time.

Shen Yuhua said eagerly, Mayor Town, you have to reach out to save me. I also know that you have your own problems and your own troubles. Now is the time when the devil is in charge of the good man and suffers. However, this lawsuit can't wait. Once I lose the lawsuit, I, Shen Yuhua, will throw away my life and die in this gutter, which can be regarded as deserved. The old and young masters of the whole village are so good, isn't it as miserable as collapsing the sky and the earth. I also thought about it, if I can survive this famine, I will be willing to Shen Yuhua's body and bones. It's just that I'm dead, what's the use. The bank loans owed can't be rotten, and the days of the villagers can't be changed, so what can I do with Shen Yuhua.

Yang Xiande rubbed his temples with a faint pain fiercely, and still couldn't say anything. Of course, he understood Shen Yuhua's current situation, and he also understood that "Natural" had come to the edge of the cliff and was involuntarily sliding into the abyss. However, he had to face up to the difficult situation he faced. The secretary of the county Commission for Discipline Inspection solemnly stated that it was not a joke not to let himself meddle in any "natural" affairs. There must be a serious inside story that you don't know about. At this time, I still don't know what the consequences will be if I intervene rashly. This has to make Yang Xiande weigh and think deeply.

Shen Yuhua saw that Yang Xiande was silent all the time, and a look of despair gradually hung on her face. She knew that Yang Xiande was also difficult to protect herself at this time, so how could she have the leisure to ask about "natural" things.

Shen Yuhua sat there for a while. Seeing that Yang Xiande didn't say anything from beginning to end, she felt that she shouldn't come to bother him today. Shen Yuhua stretched out her hand to wipe the tears that were finally rolling out of her eyes, stood up and said, yes, I also know that you are difficult, so let the factory fend for itself.

Yang Xiande was speechless. He just silently stared at the head of the floor fan that was rapidly spinning and swinging.

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