These days, Sour Apricot has been in extreme depression and anxiety.

The sour apricots seen by outsiders are busy running around at home and outside the village as always. It's like a tireless spinning top, spinning around without stopping. Sometimes, he squatted in the office of the brigade and convened meetings of cadres large and small to study production. Sometimes, they hurriedly walk on the crossings in and out of the cols, or weave through the narrow streets of the village, which crisscross like spider webs.

Most of the time, he always has a simple smile on his face. When I met the elderly, I always said hello from afar. When I saw the baby, I also had to step forward and tease me for a sentence or two. Even guarding a group of people, facing a male cub who is only five or six years old, he will take advantage of his unwillingness to coldly tear off the rope cloth around the baby's waist, pinch the cub's crotch with his hand, and say that the big dog bites people at night. It made the child scream and run away with his pants in his hands.

This is the sour apricot in the eyes of the villagers, honest and honest, respecting the old and loving the young, being dedicated, steady and easy-going, and being able to mingle with everyone. However, the calmness and composure on the outside cannot replace the boredom on the inside. The sour apricot that stepped out of the door of the house is the sour apricot that people see. Once the sour apricot enters the threshold of its own home, it is the real sour apricot. His face is dull, his expression is melancholy, his heart is heavy, his food is not sweet, and he does not sleep soundly.

The first to notice this change in sour apricot was his woman. The virtues of the women of the Song family are the same on the outside. In the village, no one dares to compare her with their own family. Even if it is compared, it is a shame. Women understand their man's inner torment best. She is always kind and careful, doing her best to relieve the pressure on the man's heart. She also knew that it was all in vain, and no one could relieve him of this worry.

The first thing that made Sour Apricot feel aggrieved was a collective matter.

The commune's winter water conservancy project construction site will be held as scheduled, but not in Xinghua Village, but in Beishan Village, where the commune is located.

Before the meeting, Sour Apricot got the news that the on-site meeting would not be held in Xinghua Village. He once quietly asked Yang Xiande, saying that Director Du said that he would hold an on-site meeting in our village, so why did he say that he would change it. We used all the strength of the milk to make the embankment look like embroidered shoes. He also specially organized people to arrange several literary and artistic propaganda programs, which were better than the commune's New Year performances. This is what Director Du appreciates the most.

Yang Xiande smiled and patted Sour Xing's slightly haggard shoulder, and said, Beishan Village has a large number of people, and the scale of the project is several times larger than that of your village, which is more representative and convincing. Besides, Beishan Village is still the point that Director Du personally grasped. If you don't drive there, you can move it anywhere. Besides, your village is enough to show its face. Director Du personally examines and approves the typical materials of your village, and also publicizes and promotes your village's experience and practices with great fanfare at the conference. You're not satisfied.

Sour apricot blushed and said, this is not as good as opening in our village.

Yang Xiande said again, the one in your village is called xylophone, but he is a powerful character. As I told you, she should be nurtured well. You just don't worry. I heard that Director Du specially asked Lao Shen and Lao Hu to go to your village for inspection in the past two days, and asked her to be the women's director of the village.

Sour Xing's eyes widened and said, yes, yes. He hurriedly changed his tone and said, I was also about to report to the commune, and after the on-site meeting was over, I immediately helped her to the position of women's director. Apart from her, there is indeed no more suitable candidate now.

Yang Xiande urged, what are you waiting for, hurry up and report.

Sour Xing couldn't help but run to Lao Shen, a member of the organizing committee, and Lao Hu, director of the Women's Federation, and said how capable and good the xylophone was. The village team has long discovered such a talent and has been paying attention to her. Now that the fire is coming, the village unanimously agrees to let the xylophone be the women's director. Please go to the leaders to investigate and audit, solve the big problems that have been hanging for several years in the village as soon as possible, and let the "half the sky" hold up a whole piece of the sky as soon as possible.

Lao Shen and Lao Hu said, fortunately, you came, otherwise, we would have to run more than ten miles of mountain roads to find your counterpart. In that case, let's not go on this trip. It just so happens that a few of us are here, so let's fill out an approval now and let Secretary Yang stamp the official seal. You take it back, hold a meeting to announce it, and ask the xylophone to take office immediately.

While talking and doing, a reply stamped with a bright red official seal was pinched in Sour Xing's hand.

Sour Apricot stared at the paper dumbfounded, thinking to herself, this is a sure thing. He hadn't figured this woman through yet. However, he would never dare to say that he was not sure about the xylophone yet, and that he had to wait and see how it was safe. He hated and said in his heart, he usually does a little trivial thing, either push it today or drag it tomorrow. This time, it was a neat one, and even the procedure of going to the village for inspection was waived. The leaders have a stinky fart, and they smell better than meat.

On the way back to the village, I was already depressed because of the change of points at the on-site meeting, and I added a deeper layer of worry.

Since she took over as the leader of the women's group, she has put forward a series of reform proposals, and Sour Xing instinctively has a hidden concern about her. What he was worried about, he couldn't tell for a while. However, this hidden worry always occupies his heart. As the women gradually came together and went to work on time and obeyed the rules, his worries gradually expanded in his heart like a shadow. Out of instinctive self-protection, he did not take Yang Xiande's words seriously, but deliberately looked at the xylophone lightly, so as to relieve his overly sensitive nerves. He wanted to find out the heart of the xylophone and find out the reason for his unwarranted worries before making a decision. Who knows, the scene will not be able to fight for it, not to mention, he is self-defeating, and he is confused to let xylophone become the women's director so quickly. I can't tell if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Walking alone in such a sullen way, I felt that the road was long and the time was slow. When I stepped into my yard, I felt that my legs were weak, my back hurt, and my heart was in a panic, and I wanted to find something as an introduction to vent. After thinking about it, I still didn't dare to do it. After all, one's own affairs can only be handled by oneself, and you can't complain about others. Besides, the old lady was lying in the West House. I didn't dare to let her see what had changed, and she was anxious for herself.

Sour Xing has been a well-known filial son since he was a child. His father died early, and after he got married, he served and took care of his wife wholeheartedly with his wife, and never complained. This is also an important reason why the villagers respect him.

The old lady's illness is also the most sour apricot anxiety thing in this time.