Ma Zhan was slightly embarrassed, but he didn't expect that the slightly trapped words actually made Lin Xuecheng dig out his heart, and he hurriedly corrected his attitude and nodded sincerely, expressing his agreement with his words.

After chatting for a few minutes, the impassioned teacher Lin left the village committee building.

Ma Zhan sat back in his chair and rubbed his hands together. After a bout of brain fever, he has now completely calmed down.

Thinking of something, he hurriedly opened the notebook he carried with him, looked at the pages carefully, muttered softly in his mouth, and drew a stroke in the blank space every time he was sure of something.

In ten minutes, I drew nine strokes, and with one stroke, I made up two "positive" characters.

Glancing at the time, he turned off his computer and turned out of the building.

After telling the old man about the matter, he hurriedly rushed to the old headhunter's house. The lame old hunter had only one adopted daughter who had not returned for four years, and in his fifties, he could barely do some work, and perhaps in a few years he would have to rely on the village to make ends meet.

When he arrived at the place, Ma Zhan knocked on the door and shouted, "Old headhunter, are you at home?" ”

shouted twice, but no one answered.

With a bit of a headache, he pushed open the half-hidden door and walked in.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a musty sourness. Feeling the smell unpleasant, he opened the door completely and shouted again.

"Who!"

An inquiry came from outside the door, and Ma Zhan, who listened to the sound, hurriedly turned around and walked out, and at a glance saw the old hunter walking in the distance.

Looking at the old headhunter who was carrying a hoe and a basket hanging on his back, Ma Zhan said directly: "There is one thing, more than 14,000 yuan a year, can you do it?" But I have to make it clear to you in advance, it is estimated that I have to live in the mountain col in the north." ”

"How much?" exclaimed the old headhunter, and then added to himself: "Fourteen thousand?"

"Yes, I thought about it, and only you can do it in our village. If you don't, they will definitely find people from outside, and this is not giving resources to outsiders. ”

"Mother, I have only saved more than 10,000 yuan in my life, and now you tell me 14,000 a year? The old headhunter's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether he was happy or felt that Ma Zhan was teasing his anger.

"What are you lying to, how can I say that my ability to draw a bow was also taught by you, and besides, I am now the village chief, can I not think of you if there is a benefit. ”

"Hurry up, put the guy down, change his clothes, and come to my house for dinner at noon, people are waiting. ”

"And a change of clothes...... That, then you wait for me. ”

The old headhunter limped along, so nervous that he stuttered a little.

In fact, it was the case, he didn't dare to die after thinking about death several times, and he was reluctant to die. It's better to die like this, it's better to live like this, and the news of Ma Struggle's struggle really shocked him, and he was a little confused for a while.

When the old headhunter came out with a change of clothes, Ma Zhan found that his eyes were slightly red and moist. The pain became more and more painful, and he handed the old headhunter a piece of Zhonghua that he himself was reluctant to smoke and said: "Old headhunter, I introduced you to such a good job, you have to help me with something." ”

"Help Cheng, if you beat my adopted daughter who is half a wheel older than you, I won't do it. ”

"What is this, that I am that virtuous?"

The old headhunter who relieved himself of some gods replied coldly: "You are a turtle grandson, and you are still that virtuous." ”

"I gave you a cigarette for nothing, why didn't you get crippled by two legs. Ma Zhan, who was a little dissatisfied, fought back, spat out a cigarette and added angrily: "Seriously, it's not your adopted daughter's business." Those people want to get a dozen horn bows, my grandfather and they are old, and you still have the ability to do it in our village, so you have to help me with this favor. ”

"Why do you want all that stuff, even if you kill all the cattle in our village, you can't make ten pairs of horns. ”

"You can talk about this yourself after eating, and you'll know when the time comes. I don't care, you have to agree to this, and let them figure it out. Ma Zhan hooked the lame man's shoulders and said with a dead face.

"Your Yulan will come back, it's been four years. ”

Seeing that the old headhunter didn't speak, Ma Zhan changed the topic and asked. Listening to the words, the old headhunter only glanced at him and did not answer. Ma Zhan, who felt bored, didn't bother to ask again, what is his love, anyway, if he has thoughts about his adopted daughter, he will be a bastard.

Near noon, a few people who had taken a turn returned. Ma Zhan introduced the old village chief and the old headhunter to Qian Biao.

Feeling that it was almost there, he left the chat queue, there were things he didn't want to know and didn't want to discuss. He only needs to accompany the wine, and the contract is signed almost in the afternoon.

At the dinner table, Xu drank some wine, Xu was provoked by Qian Biao, who knew everything about those things, and the old headhunter had more words, and he had to hang his throat from time to time.

Ma Zhan accompanied the wine peacefully, and several people seemed to like rice wine, and even the girl who couldn't drink enough drank half a bowl, sip after sip, and said that the wine was sweet.

A meal, not off the table until three o'clock. The dishes on the table were clean, except for Teacher Lin, who had a class, who got off the table in advance and didn't drink, the rest of the group all had red cheeks.

The things that have been on his lips several times are still swallowed back into his stomach by Ma Zhan, and he can only think about it at night.

Sending the group back to the room to rest, Ma Zhan sat on the steps with a red face, looked at his grandfather who was sleeping by the door and shouted: "Old man, you are so old, don't drink if you can't drink." ”

He couldn't get a response, so he said hello, asked Li Chunsheng to help carry him, and carried the old man back to his room to sleep.

When carrying the old man, Ma Zhan was choked several times by the skinny grandfather's bones. It's going to be just him, and there's more movement in his hands.

I just feel that the old man has to make up for the horse struggle......

With a flushed face, he stayed for a while, and after running to the col once, he confessed to a few hunters that he had taken the guy up the mountain early and returned to the office.

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At the dinner table at night, Ma Zhan still couldn't find a suitable opportunity to speak.

Dinner was served quickly, and the group said that they wanted to go to the blue tent to play in the water, and Ma Zhan had to accompany him. Listening to the sporadic square dance singing floating from the village, Ma Zhan set up two flashlights, sat on the water and listened to them chatting and playing in the water.

The water in Honghai Village is very cool, and in summer, even if the ground temperature reaches 40 degrees, this water temperature is only about 22 degrees.

Mountain springs, an endless stream of mineral water flowing in every part of their village, every river.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Ma Zhan, whose feet were almost white, finally heard what he wanted, and signed the contract tomorrow when he came down from the mountain.

"Originally, I was going to sign it today, but we have a rule that we don't talk about things after drinking. When he was about to go upstairs, Qian Biao handed Ma Zhan a cigarette and explained.

"It's okay, there's no hurry. Ma Struggle, who was already in a hurry in his heart, grinned and said duplicitously.

"Alright, you don't have to worry about us, let's rest. ”