"Shen Mei go to your room, it's inconvenient here. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Dai Pingping swept Shen Mei's chest, got up and went to Shen Mei's room to wait for her.

"Qin Baobao, you come with me to the living room, I have something to look for you. "Yan Songjie didn't have a chance to sleep tonight, so he was in a hurry.

"I appreciate your sacrifice to save your son. Yan Songjie went straight to the point and praised Qin Baobao.

"It's not as good as one ten-thousandth of the eight precepts. Qin Baobao also admired Yan Songjie for sacrificing his life to save his father and son.

"Hehe! Yan Songjie quipped.

"You have to work and earn money to support your son. Will you do it with me?"

"Yes!" Qin Baobao didn't ask about his salary, he didn't ask about anything, and he didn't ask whether he was a regular or a temporary worker.

"Okay! Tomorrow morning, no, this morning, when Brother Zhao Deping arrives, I will first assist in the resettlement of the homeless people who were displaced after yesterday's fire. "Yan Songjie seriously lacks assistants, and doing everything personally is not a cordial leader, but a manifestation of the leader's incompetence.

"That's right! Rice, noodles, and vegetables are given to the worst ones to cook for themselves, and the children take them to eat in the temple of Kek Lok. Yan Songjie specially explained to Qin Baobao and dealt with the key places of placement.

"Songjie, I didn't burn it. Lin Nian flew into the living room with an anxious face, and directly took off Yan Songjie's clothes to check.

"I heard Shen Mei calling me. Qin Baobao was busy making something out of nothing, looking for an excuse to run away.

"Han Zhimei incarnated as a Vermilion Bird to save me, and it was treated with Dai Pingping Qinglong's True Qi, and it was as good as ever. Yan Songjie was shirtless and turned around to show Lin Nian.

"Why is my ability useless? "Lin Nian is envy and jealousy, and Huang Long's true qi is a waste.

"Try more and don't be afraid to fail. There is no road in the world, and the road is also a drop that people come out of. Yan Songjie comforted Lin Nian: "Heaven and earth, how can the earth be useless?"

Director Hou was very pleased to see that nearly 100 people affected by the fire were divided into a suite according to their families, and they were properly equipped with complete items.

"What kind of rice is this? So much sand, picking up the dead. Nearly noon, the masses began to wash rice and cook rice, and the scolding continued.

"White-eyed wolf! Free food and lodging and scolding mother. Director Hou pursed his lips when he heard this, and secretly scolded this group of people, who were almost bastards like the workers of the Third Factory.

Unexpectedly, he caught a glimpse of Dai Qibao: "Secretary Dai, come to inspect?"

"Shhhh

"This comrade from the Public Security Bureau took a look, is this rice eaten by people?" a white-haired old man pulled Hou Liang to look at his family's rice basket.

"Bajie host! No, the Bajie host, who sacrificed his life to save people, can't be this kind of person, it must be Zhao Deping, this bastard. Director Hou saw that he was angry, carrying a rice basket, and hurriedly went to find Zhao Deping.

"Zhao Deping?" Secretary Dai Qibao also held his hands behind his back and paced behind Hou Liang.

"Director Hou, Secretary Dai, the affected people have all been settled, come to have a cup of tea, extinguish the fire, sometimes what you see is not necessarily true. Yan Songjie saw that Director Hou was carrying a rice basket with a blue face, and he knew why he was angry.

"Seeing is not necessarily true!" Secretary Dai Qibao thought thoughtfully, his words were very philosophical, and we will see how Yan Songjie explains.

"Xiao Gang! This is Director Hou of the Public Security Bureau, and he is looking for Brother Zhao in the name of the people. Yan Songjie introduced Hou Liang, and arched his hands to Secretary Dai Qibao: "Uncle Dai is discerning, please sit down and drink tea, this is the silent trickle of Lingyan Mountain Spring~." ”

"Director Hou!" Cousin Yan Songgang also got up and greeted with a smile: "Hello Uncle Dai!"

"Director Hou! This is not my idea, the mastermind is the presiding officer of Bajie. Zhao Deping smiled at Director Hou's cold ass and explained. He greeted Secretary Dai Qibao again: "Uncle Dai is good!".

"Hmph! The host of Bajie is a living Buddha, and he sacrificed his life to save Xiao Shen Bao, how could he do such a dirty thing. Director Hou was full of disdain, and blurted out to defend Yan Songjie.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" Zhao Deping was choked, and he was indignant and went crazy, "Is my character so bad?"

"Ahem, cough, cough!" Yan Songjie's old face turned red and hurriedly said, "I told Brother Zhao to do this deliberately." ”

"Impossible! Don't favor Zhao Deping just because he is your eldest brother, you are harming him. Director Hou put on an official posture and taught Yan Songjie a lesson.

Zhao Deping was also shot while lying down, and he was in a troubled situation, with a wry smile on his face.

"Director Hou! He Shen sprinkled sand into the disaster relief porridge, but the people clapped their hands and applauded if they had heard the story. Yan Songjie changed the topic, and time traced back to the Qing Dynasty.

"No! He Shen I know that the big corrupt official is the same as Zhao Deping, otherwise it just so happens that the two of them do the same immoral thing. Director Hou gritted his teeth and stared at Zhao Deping, his eyes wide.

"Listen to the story first! Yan Songjie asked Director Hou to be quiet.

"This happened during the Qianlong period, when Henan suffered from drought and dried up the river. The people had no crops in their fields, so they had to be displaced, begging and wandering. ”

Qianlong ordered He Shen to carry out disaster relief, and allocated silver and rice for disaster relief.

A porridge factory was set up for disaster relief, and the people ate the porridge and began to settle down. But the good times didn't last long, and the following kept reporting that the rice porridge was not enough for the victims to eat, "Impossible, the emperor allocated a lot of food!" He Shen thought about it and knew that someone was embezzling disaster relief food.

He Shen had no time to find out who was embezzling, and the victims were about to riot if they were not appeased, and He Shen suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a solution.

He lowered his body and grabbed a handful of mud and sand on the side of the road, walked to the porridge jar, waved his big hand, and the sand fell into the porridge, and the porridge suddenly became a pockmarked face, and the sand was embedded in the porridge one by one.

Yan Songjie paused when he said this, stared at Director Hou and continued.

The fellow eunuch was puzzled and asked: "My lord, if you don't mix sand with sand in this porridge, you will destroy this pot of porridge, and the food will not be enough to eat." ”

"You mean Sang scolding Huai. Director Hou also retorted.

Yan Songjie also ignored Director Hou and finished talking to himself.

He Shen smiled and said: You don't understand, the real disaster victims are hungry and don't care that there is sand in the porridge, and if there is sand in the porridge, those who come to eat and drink will not come, so that the most difficult people can survive. ”

"That's the story! What does it have to do with the sand in the rice and the rice? Director Hou is also a good person, and after analysis, he doesn't do it at all: "There is no corruption, no one eats and drinks, this reason is not valid." ”

"The purpose of mixing rice with sediment is to accurately locate the people affected by the disaster, so that the hungry and hungry people can self-divert, so as to expand the relief area. ”

Secretary Dai Xianbao smiled and applauded, and said excitedly:

"The quality of the mixed sand has deteriorated, and those who originally wanted to embezzle gave up considering the taste of the relief food and the difficulty of picking sand. In this way, food can finally reach the mouths of the real victims, and although there is sand, it is always a hundred times stronger than starvation. ”

"Gentlemen are talented! admire! admire. Secretary Dai Qibao praised it with sincere admiration, and stared at Yan Songjie suspiciously: "You made up this story." ”