Before leaving, Yang Xiande really didn't sign the bookkeeping. He took out a few tickets from his trouser pocket and settled the bill on the spot. Vanilla was so shocked that she forgot to take the money for a while. It wasn't until Yang Xiande knocked heavily on the cash register with his fingers a few times that Vanilla came to his senses. She hurriedly found the change and handed it to Yang Xiande, with a look of surprise and surprise in her eyes.

The xylophone sat heavily on the chair and couldn't stand up. Sifang brought a bowl of decanting soup that had been prepared a long time ago, and asked Vanilla to help persuade him to go in. After sitting for a while, Xylophone felt that he didn't seem to have anything serious, so he climbed into the cab with the help of Vanilla, and muttered to the foreign company to drive home quickly. Finally, the strength of the wine came up, and as soon as he entered the house, he vomited and turned over the river and the sea.

The wine had been vomited, and all the food had been vomited, and Xylophone felt his stomach shriveled to death. At this time, her brain gradually sobered up, and she was no longer as dizzy and uncomfortable as she had just been. She was glad that she pretended to be stupid and drank too much, and escaped the insidious calculations of Yang Xiande. Although he suffered a little crime, after all, he couldn't get the town leaders to wipe off half a finger of oil and water. When you think about it, it's worth it.

The Jing'er sneaked home one after another for dinner. Seeing the languishing appearance of the xylophone, he thought that he had some kind of illness, so they all gathered and asked here and there. Mao said angrily, what kind of illness is it, it is called drinking and crazy. Running outside to get away with it, and going to be addicted to alcohol.

As he was talking, Yang Xing and Feng'er rushed into the courtyard with their front feet and back feet. The two of them came to visit the xylophone. When the foreign company went to the factory to release the car, he met Feng'er and Sour Xing looking for treasure on the street to eat. By the way, he told the xylophone about being drunk, and he was worried that the xylophone wouldn't get drunk again. Feng'er didn't care about the treasure hunt anymore, so she went home with the foreign company to see what was going on. Not long after the two of them came in, Sour Xing also rushed over with Guoqing. On National Day, he also carried a medical box, which contained a needle for intravenous drips and glucose infusion. Seeing that the xylophone didn't seem to be a big deal, a few people were relieved. The foreign bank told the story of the wine fight in the restaurant, and several people were so angry that they cursed Yang Xiande in unison, and they were all not a thing. Take a woman's house and make fun of it, and you won't die well. Mao Sheng knew that he had wronged the xylophone, and he was both distressed and ashamed, so he hurriedly ran to the pot house and made another small stove for the xylophone.

Xylophone said a little lightly, that's fine. I was afraid that the town would reach out and borrow money from our factory. It's good now, wipe their faces and seal their mouths, cut off their thoughts, and avoid worries.

Sour Xing worried, not necessarily, you don't dare to put your heart down. If you are not afraid of the thief seeing it, you are afraid that the thief will remember it, so you have to be on guard from time to time. Maybe sometime, they'll want to dig out our pockets again.

Muqin smiled reluctantly, mixing for a while is a moment, and then think of other ways. Today, the big guys happened to be here, don't go, just have a meal here, it's my family Maosheng who invited New Year's wine. It's just that labor and the autumn equinox rushed back to the army, and I don't know when I can make up for the New Year's wine. There are just some things, let's help discuss while drinking, and see how to do it safely.

Several people originally wanted to leave the courtyard and go home for dinner, but when they saw that Muqin said that they had something to discuss, they all sat down unceremoniously. During the banquet, Xylophone talked about the development of Beishan urged by Hu, Yang and others, and saw what kind of good methods several people had.

Feng'er said, it seems that this matter can't be delayed. The ghosts in the town are urging to take the plan, which is definitely not a joke. If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid the leaders will really turn their faces and deny people. It's just that this can't be seen or touched, how can you get it?

Several people were digging their hearts and minds, but Xingzi was laughing on the side. He said, Auntie, there are ready-made talents waiting by your side, you don't need to, you have to worry about what to do.

Feng'er was stunned and said, what a talent. Oh, you mean Zhong'er.

Xingzi smiled proudly, yes, let's call Zhong'er to do this. Didn't he study history? It's not a piece of cake.

Zhong Er pushed and said, don't, I have never done any planning, how can I get the project development. Apricot boy, don't drag me into the water. Besides, I'm going to school on the 16th day of the first lunar month, so I don't have time to investigate.

Muqin said, Zhong'er doesn't have to be modest. That's really what you can do. Isn't it just a mountain and a temple, find a few more people to chat, three or two days is enough.

Maosheng obviously raised up for Zhong Ergao. Feeling that his cub was going to show his face in front of the villagers, he was as excited as he was to show his face. He tried his best to encourage Zhong'er and said, it's nothing. I can tell a lot of things. Hurry up Ming'er, I'll take you to talk to a few older generations, maybe you can fool this matter over.

Xylophone smiled dumbly and said, yes, with such a talented person who is used to making troubles in my family, why can't he make a plan. It's really confusing.

The xylophone secretly ridiculed the words, causing everyone to laugh. Mao Sheng had a history of building temples and praying to gods and ghosts, and he was frightened. He was full of shame and replied dissatisfied, it's not to help you, it's not to help you, you have the ability to do it yourself. Save me from running errands and being in a hurry.

Muqin smiled, don't, you better help. Feng'er, you have also put down all the things at hand in the past few days and helped Zhong'er organize the human field. Whatever you need, just do it, just come up with a plan as soon as possible.

Feng'er agreed, and said, It's okay, let's get a preliminary plan out first. The leader can't get through, and then revise it. Otherwise, the town's checkpoint would be too difficult to overcome.

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