The xylophone is not as stable as the sour apricot. She was stunned for a while, not knowing whether it was right or wrong for her to express her attitude to Sour Apricot so recklessly. Until the family sat down in the hall to eat, she was not in a hurry to tell the idea she had been thinking about all night. She clearly felt that her mind had been disturbed by the sour apricots who had come to visit early in the morning, and she had to reorganize her messy thoughts. For a whole day, she couldn't come up with the idea she had already figured out at night. So, she was patient and waited until she seriously figured it out before making a final decision. The more this happened, the more her mind could not be stilled. Sour apricot's words and deeds have been dangling in front of her ears and ears, and she can't shake it off, and she can't forget it.

After a few days of hard work, the xylophone couldn't stand it. She struggled to get up and asked Jing'er to send a letter to Feng'er, asking her to inform Maolin and Zhenfu to come to the house. If there is anything that is not clear, it will be clear in person, and there is no need to mobilize the teachers to petition.

Jing'er ran out in a puff of smoke.

Feng'er came soon. She greeted a few words, and then reported that Uncle Zhenfu would come soon. Mao Lin didn't come alive or dead, and said that when the town leaders sent someone to come, they would pull it together. How can you tell your own family together.

At this time, Zhenfu also entered the house. He sat sullenly at the table of the Eight Immortals, with a dark face and a silent voice.

Muqin said, I didn't expect such a big incident in the village, it's all my fault. As the saying goes, family ugliness should not be publicized. Although we are not ugly, we are not afraid of publicity, but there is no shadow of things turned out, and there is no scar and we have to fall into ashes. What I mean, uncle, you have sorted out the accounts of the village over the years, especially the agreed expenses for raising funds to build roads, and posted them. Let the villagers understand clearly, and maybe the villagers will no longer petition for trouble. I blame me for being careless. I should have given the villagers a clear account a long time ago, but I didn't think about it.

Zhenfu replied, even if it is posted, it will not help. I'm afraid that someone is deliberately looking for an opportunity to make trouble, thinking twice and thinking about it.

Xylophone persuaded, don't think about people crookedly. If something is turned out, there must be a reason to turn it out. Our work is still not done in detail, which can be regarded as a lesson. In the future, we will all pay attention to it, and improve our work, maybe it will be a good thing.

Guarding the sick xylophone, Zhenfu is not good to say it deeply, for fear of stimulating her. However, he didn't say it on his lips, but he complained in his heart, a woman is a woman, and the knife mouth is tofu and heart. always thinks about people for the better, but doesn't you see clearly that someone is sharpening knives and killing people and robbing black yarn hats. He held back the resentment in his heart, rushed home, and sorted out the village accounts.

Within a few days, a blank sheet of paper was plastered on the exterior wall of the village office, covering the entire hill of the house. Zhenfu is an old accountant, and he can do the accounts easily and neatly. The accounts are not only fully listed, but also well marked, so that people can understand them at a glance. As a result, many people who had followed the coaxing before drooped their heads and stopped talking. Seeing this, Mao Lin was also like a deflated ball, and was no longer in a hurry to encourage the people who followed him to continue to petition.

It seems that even if this matter is calmed down, everything will return to the original peaceful days. However, there is one person who is not satisfied with this, and is unwilling to let Maolin and the others stop so peacefully. He is Mao Xiang.

Since marrying Full Moon, Mao Xiang's little life has been a nourishing and happy life.

For more than ten years, he has been wandering, wandering around, and with no place to live, he deeply feels the benefits of stopping and settling. He sat in prison for several years, and when he came out, he was like a rootless duckweed, alone and without care. He drifts with the waves in society, where there is excitement, and what is rare, it is all up to his own temperament, there is no involvement, let alone landing. He has been in Xinjiang, down to Jiangnan, lived in cities, and crossed the Kanto region. At the same time, he also worked as a porter, engaged in business, worked as a small worker, planted ginseng, and even worked as a beggar to ask for food. In short, most of China has been run all over China, and the odd jobs of all sizes have been almost done, but they have never planted their heels. [End of Chapter]