Zhang Hao thought about it, and always felt that the old man of the land should not settle accounts with himself, could it be that he was also an old naughty boy, and he had nothing to do to tease himself?

Definitely!

Zhang Hao carefully touched his whole body, but did not find any organs missing, everything was fine.

But just now I saw the old man of the land earning his eyes, it can't be fake, and I have to show respect to him in the future.

A cold wind blew, Zhang Hao shivered, came back to his senses, looked at his mobile phone, it was almost eleven o'clock, and there were still a few lights in the village that had not been extinguished.

Zhang Hao walked to the village committee, but when he came, he didn't find that the corn on the side of the road had fallen to the ground, and it must have been blown by the wind.

The most feared thing about corn growth is wind blowing and rot disease (a symptom of corn growth), which can be treated with pesticides, and when the wind blows down, it can only be supported by people.

Or, take advantage of the moonlight to help the villagers earn a good impression on themselves.

Zhang Hao jumped into the cornfield and helped the corn up one by one, although it was not a technical job, but he must be careful to avoid breaking the corn directly, which is much more difficult than helping the grandmother cross the road.

Zhang Hao was busy and hearty, and his body was also uncomfortable by Ye Zila, who called himself a village cadre, he must have the consciousness of bearing hardships and standing hard work.

Suddenly, a bright light shot not far away, and Zhang Hao, who was shaking, couldn't open his eyes, thinking that he would usher in a round of praise, at least there were words within "hard work".

Unexpectedly, the man exclaimed, "Catch the thief!"

Zhang Hao was suddenly stunned, how could there be a thief who drilled into the land to steal corn in these years?

What Zhang Hao didn't expect was that the villagers actually believed it!

It's so simple!

After a while, a dozen or so people came briskly with flashlights, some carrying hoes, some with kitchen knives, and some with bricks.

It's over, it's over, it's estimated that he will have to accept the criticism of the people again, Zhang Hao's heart beat faster, and he hurriedly crawled out of the cornfield.

The villager's flashlight hit Zhang Hao's face, and the villagers were still a little shocked, but Zhang Hao was also a city man, dressed brightly, how could he do such a dirty thing in the middle of the night?

"Tell me honestly, what are you doing?" asked the old man Wang, the owner of this corn field, without giving Zhang Hao, the temporary village director, face at all.

"Uncle Wang, I actually ......" Zhang Hao was about to explain.

Uncle Li, who was standing next to him, said: "Do you still need to ask? The matter of persuading us to transfer the land this morning was not completed, and he came to take revenge on us in the evening.

Zhang Hao was stunned again, more than a dozen people, you say a word, there is no chance to explain at all.

At this time, you can't lose your temper, losing your temper with the people is the stupidest thing, if you do this, it is estimated that Zhang Hao's career is basically over.

"God, help me!" Zhang Hao kept thinking in his heart.

Or cry in front of everyone and pray for sympathy?

When Zhang Hao was at a loss, someone finally came to tell the truth for him.

A young woman came out of the crowd and said to Uncle Wang, who took the lead: "Dad, don't be like this, Director Zhang is not that kind of person, the corn in the field must have been blown by the wind, Director Zhang may be helping to help him!"

This person is Uncle Wang's daughter-in-law Zhao Xiaoqian, listening to her tone, you know that she is a gentle woman, and her appearance is good, if she is put in a big city to dress up, she can also have a place.

It's a pity that she got married at a young age, gave birth to a baby, and took on the name of a young woman.

Zhang Hao has learned that there are not a few young women like Zhao Xiaoqian who stay at home with a baby in Wanling Village.

said that it was a young woman and children, but in fact, they were all girls in their early twenties, and the girls in the poor mountain village had little reading, and they had already divided the family through the matchmaker, and then they were trapped in the mountains forever, and every day they were surrounded by the voices of their parents-in-law and children.

They have been like this for thousands of years, and they have become accustomed to it.

Coincidentally, I heard that a village official came to Wanling Village, and the most enthusiastic was the young women and children in the village.

Maybe it's because there are still a little remnants of adolescence doing trouble, or the days of the palace lock in the spring and autumn are too light and life lacks excitement, when I saw a college student in the village, who looked very handsome, and still came to be a village cadre, it was inevitable that they would think nonsense.

Zhao Xiaoqian was able to stand up and speak for herself, perhaps because she was kinder, but Zhang Hao was still a little moved.

"Is he so kind?" said Uncle Wang suspiciously.

It seems that the matter of "land transfer" has left an irreversible image on the villagers.

Human society is like this, you have done good things in your life, maybe no one remembers, but as long as you do a bad thing, it is that everyone hates you to death, Zhang Hao is now facing this embarrassing situation.

In any case, explanations have to be explained, and silence will not solve the problem after all.

Zhang Hao stepped forward and explained: "Uncle Wang, I really saw that your corn was blown by the wind, go down and help me, you see that my neck and arms are all scratched, and now my whole body is itching and unbearable!" Zhang Hao said, pointing to the scars on his body.

The villagers still didn't believe it, because they didn't want to believe it, but it was slightly better to lose the momentum that had just made Zhang Hao speechless.

After a while, Kong Zhishu came, listened to what happened, and then explained to the villagers in detail and did ideological work.

Kong Zhishu is worthy of being the local old skin (the old skin is the title of some local people with high prestige, the word "old" can be understood as seniority and prestige, and the word "skin" can be understood as the meaning of doing things smoothly and with a high emotional intelligence), and it didn't take a while, and the villagers all went home.

"Secretary Kong, it's good that you came in time, thank you so much!" Zhang Hao praised like a teacher.

"Okay, what's the matter, go back and wash up, otherwise it will be more uncomfortable to sleep at night!"

After thanking Secretary Kong, Zhang Hao turned his vision back to Zhao Xiaoqian.

Suddenly a little embarrassed, Zhao Xiaoqian was really good-looking.

The big watery eyes and cherry mouth, although they are already mothers, they are not less upright, and there is a trace of the smell of breaking through the soil under the moonlight.

I can't look at it anymore, it's going to explode if I look at it again!" Zhang Hao reminded himself.

"Thank you for tonight!" Zhang Hao turned around and prepared to leave.

"Just go back like this?" Zhao Xiaoqian asked suddenly.

"Hmm!" Zhang Hao thought to himself, did he still have to go to the field with her to help the corn?

"Good!"

The words of the two were as if they were answering a code word, short and short.

Zhang Hao returned to the village committee, took a shower, and was about to go to bed when he heard someone knocking on the door downstairs.

I went down and opened the door, and it was ......

"It's so late, why are you here?" Zhang Hao asked embarrassedly.

"You take this to wipe it, it specializes in treating itching!" Zhao Xiaoqian handed a box of dermatitis to Zhang Hao.

"Okay, thank you!"

Zhao Xiaoqian turned around and left, and the searchlight of the village committee projected her back, which was unique, staggered, and just right.

"Smack!"

Damn, what are you thinking? Brute, Zhang Hao slapped himself again.