When the sour apricot woman saw the xylophone coming, she greeted her.

Xylophone asked, where is the uncle.

The woman opened her mouth to Nunu in the hut and said, "She is serving his little ancestors." After that, she shouted loudly again, come out quickly, come to Huaiyu milk.

Sour Apricot replied loudly in the house, sit in the house first, I'll get it right.

The xylophone originally wanted to go in and see how the sour apricot tended to the bees. Hearing what Sour Apricot said, he stopped. She followed the sour apricot woman into the warm pot house.

After most of the day, the sour apricot hurriedly entered the pot house. He shyly touched the honey stuck to his fingers with his tongue and said apologetically, hehe, it's the time to feed the bees. The lid of the box is opened, and if it is not finished, it will cause the bees to suffer from the second stubble.

The woman said to the xylophone dissatisfiedly, look, when did he feel so sorry for me and the baby. From now on, let him spend the sun and the moon with those poisonous insects. Even eating and sleeping are in the honeycomb. Without him, wouldn't my girls still live comfortably?

Sour Xing taught a lesson, a woman's family, can understand what to do. Just clean up the house and take the baby with you. The affairs of the men, what are you fooling with?

Woman's airway, if I don't mix, you can get poisonous insects on the head of the bed to raise them. Tell me and my grandchildren and nephews to go out into the streets to pour the northwest wind?

Sour Xing spread out his hands towards the xylophone, laughing at himself, listen, I just can't get along with me all day long. Originally, I had the final say in this family, and your aunt was only worthy of being a deputy. Now it's better, she usurped power and took power. I'm not even a deputy, and my status is so low that I'm not as good as a-eating baby.

Xylophone laughed. Feng'er pretended not to hear or see, and was busy helping her mother-in-law clean up some scattered household items in the pot house.

At this time, several little cubs broke into the door of the house in a puff of smoke, shouting for honey water regardless of it. Sour Xing immediately asked the woman to hurry up and adjust the bowl of honey juice for the little cubs to drink, while she was busy clutching the cub's little hands like popsicles, and covering the cub's little face that was red from the cold. From time to time, he opened his mouth, which had lost nearly half of his teeth, and breathed hot air on the cold tender skin of the cubs. provoked the cubs to dodge one by one.

The sour apricot woman quickly scooped the sticky honey in the canned jar into several small bowls with a small spoon, poured steaming boiling water, and adjusted it neatly with chopsticks. Several cubs swarmed up, and very skillfully picked up the small bowls marked with their own marks, and each of them had a bowl of honey water, and they all raised their heads and drank it. Then, they didn't bother to say hello to the adults, and rushed out of the pot house like a gust of wind and ran down the street.

The sour apricot woman shouted, slow down, beware of the wind pouring in, hurting her body.

Feng'er muttered, it's all used to the two of you. One by one, they all became Kuomintang, and they didn't even have a good word.

The sour apricot and the woman opened their mouths vigorously, and their faces were full of comfort.

It's easy to clean up in the pot house. Xylophone put forward the question of the pending candidate for the leadership of the new "natural" factory and solicited the opinions of the sour apricot.

The sour apricot pondered for a moment, and suddenly patted the broken leg and said, Okay, I agree with the idea of the two of you, that is, to boldly use the young cub to break through. We, the old hens, will have a breath sooner or later. I always protect the cubs behind me, and I can protect them for a long time. If you don't give them a chance to exercise, when we are all out of breath, Xinghua Village will be no different from after the root is broken.

Feng'er told the candidates discussed by the two of them one by one, and asked, Dad, you think about it, who can bear this burden. The major matter of determining the candidates for the team is like selecting seeds for farming in the spring. In case you can't choose a good seed, it is a trivial matter to reduce the yield after the autumn, and I am afraid that the yield will be extinct.

Sour Xing touched the top of his head, thought about it for a long time, and couldn't be sure for a while. He said it was a bit of a problem. A couple of cubs are good. There are many strengths and weaknesses of any person. It's really hard to think about who to use and who not to use. These days, I'm paying attention to watching the news on TV, and yesterday I talked about competition for jobs on TV, which was quite fresh. If you want me to say, let's try to do it, maybe it will work.

Both Xylophone and Feng'er's eyes lit up, and their spirits were also uplifted.

Feng'er said, this is a good way. Let young people dry how thick and heavy their homes are. Tell them to weigh themselves, in case they make their own scales, can they hold down the "natural" weighing pole. The other day, I was worried. I am afraid that once the candidates for the new team are decided, young people will not be convinced by each other, and they will split in gangs and factions, tear each other down and make stumbling blocks, and good things will become bad things. I just don't know how to do this competition for posts, whether we can choose a real leader, and whether it can meet our minds.

Xylophone replied, I think, this method is the best. It's a mule or a horse, and they're all pulled out and slippery. It can not only take out all the real skills of the young people in our village to dry, but also employ people with energy and tailor-made clothes. If you can't waste talents, you can not talk about it, and it can convince everyone more, and there is less gossip, and you can avoid the small tricks of intrigue. Uncle, you have been thinking more for the two of us these days, and coming up with more safe plans. Feng'er, you go to the town, find Secretary Tang, and ask how this competition for posts is going to go. Inquire more about whether the township department has done it and what the effect is. When we gather the information from all over the place, we can set our method.

Sour Xing and Feng'er both nodded and agreed.

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