Feng Tianxiao's departure was not able to rise to the height of falling out of love for Wang Peng, but it was enough to make him sad for a while. The worst thing is that the evil fire in his heart has never had a place to vent, which makes him particularly uncomfortable. Lying in bed at night, I thought about simply stroking myself to solve it, but when I was about to come, I still felt that this thing was a bit shameless and skinless, so I fell asleep and woke up the next morning with a slippery and greasy thing in my pants, and I felt even more uncomfortable.

Because there is still a lot of work to be done in the audition of the village committee, Wang Peng only bought two steamed buns in the canteen and went back to Shiquan.

After Wang Peng had a long talk with Tian Jiaqiang, Tian Jiaqiang privately approached Tian Benguang and roughly understood Wang Peng's meaning, but Tian Benguang proposed to talk to Wang Peng in person. Therefore, as soon as Wang Peng entered the village, he was stopped by Tian Jiaqiang's son Tian Xiaoqiang, "Uncle Ermao, my father asked me to wait for you to go to my house together." ”

Wang Peng propped his two long legs on the ground to support the bicycle, and then said to Tian Xiaoqiang: "Sit on the schoolbag shelf, Uncle will take you back!" ”

"Yes, yes!" Tian Xiaoqiang happily jumped on the back rack of the bicycle, his little buttocks twisted around on it, and his two calves swayed.

Wang Peng glanced back and said, "Be honest, be careful that the wheels clamp your feet!" ”

Tian Xiaoqiang stuck out his tongue and finally stabilized the monkey's buttocks, and Wang Peng drove him home.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate of Tian Jiaqiang's house, Tian Jiaqiang greeted him, "I knew that you would come today, so I asked Xiaoqiang to guard you." ”

"Something?" Wang Peng parked his bicycle at the root of the courtyard wall, turned around and followed Tian Jiaqiang to the house.

"Benguang wants to talk to you in person." Tian Jiaqiang said as he walked, "He has been waiting for you in my house." ”

Wang Peng's feet obviously stagnated for a moment, and then he felt that he had come again, and there was no reason to quit, so he smiled and stepped into the hall.

"Wang Ermao!" Hikaru Tianmoto, who had middle-parted hair and was of medium height, stood in the center of the hall and looked at Wang Peng who walked in and greeted him loudly.

"Hehe, Brother Benguang is still in the middle of the breath!" Wang Peng greeted him with a smile.

Tian Jiaqiang sent his children away, and asked the woman to make old tea, before sitting down with Wang Peng and Tian Benguang.

Tian Benguang was a person who mixed the rivers and lakes in the early days, just like those big brothers in Hong Kong's early underworld films, although he bullied the market and fought in groups to occupy the territory, he also paid attention to the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, did not like to play yin, and spoke straightforwardly. Therefore, as soon as he sat down, he went straight to the topic: "Ermao, our brothers are still not to fight and not to know each other, and I admire you Wang brothers in Shiquan alone, so if there is gossip today, I will talk directly!" ”

Wang Peng made a gesture to please speak, waiting for Tian Benguang to continue.

"To be honest, it's getting more and more difficult to mix with society now, and I've long had the idea to retreat. Since there is an audition in the village, I want to give it a try. He stopped and threw out two cigarettes to Wang Peng and Tian Jiaqiang respectively, and took advantage of this time to observe Wang Peng's reaction, "I can put my words on the table today, as long as I can become the village head, I, Tian Benguang, will do my best to do things for Shiquan and ensure that everyone will become rich!" ”

Wang Peng touched the cigarette that Tian Benguang threw to him, stroked it on the ground, lowered his head and asked slowly: "Just saying that not practicing is equal to nothing, but you should carefully talk about the way to make everyone rich." ”

Tian Benguang was stunned for a moment, he really hadn't thought about this question carefully, and wanted to pat his chest to ensure that he was determined, but Wang Peng was so serious that he could. "I haven't figured it out yet, but as long as I become the village chief, I will definitely come up with a way!"

Wang Peng smiled and said: "Then let's wait until you come up with it and then come to the election, anyway, it's pretty fast every three years." ”

Tian Benguang immediately stopped talking, and kept forking the hair on his forehead to the back of his head with his hand, and said sullenly for a long time: "Wang Ermao, do you think that I Tian Benguang is from a mixed society, right?" ”

Wang Peng pursed his lips and raised his eyelids and said, "I told Brother Jiaqiang that as long as you mix in society for a day, you and I will not be all the way for a day!" But when it comes to your formal retreat to live a stable life, I will still strongly agree with it, and there is no such thing as looking down on you. As for the election of the head of Shiquan Village, as long as you are from Shiquan, no matter who you are, you are qualified, I can't forcibly stop you, but I have the obligation to think about the future of Shiquan, and I hope that Shiquan will have a village chief who really pays for everyone wholeheartedly. Wang Peng looked into Tian Benguang's eyes and asked, "You ask yourself, do you have any selfishness if you want to be the head of this village?" ”

Tian Benguang is not like those characters who rely on their brains to mix up later, his temper is quite straightforward, and when Wang Peng asked him like this, he really looked at his original intention to be the village head.

Wang Peng then said: "If you still have a legitimate business, it is okay, at least you can maintain your life, otherwise with such an unofficial capacity as the village chief, you will get such a pitiful subsidy every month...... Brother Benguang, to be honest, I really doubt that you will last more than half a year! ”

Tian Benguang pondered for a while and said: "Ermao, don't hide it from you, I recently got news that Shiquan may build a professional market like Lushi Textile City." Therefore, in the future, Shiquan will be the owner of this collective land, and the identity of the village chief is quite important, and he really has real power, no matter whether I have any way to make Shiquan rich, at least this market can already make Shiquan see some hope. ”

Wang Peng's heart suddenly became uncomfortable, if even people like Tian Benguang knew about the construction of a professional market, then it would be difficult to ensure that Tian Benguang was not the only person with such a brain, so how many people in the village committee of Shiquan Village would be sincerely for Shiquan and not for themselves?

The city has set the tone of not assigning or nominating for this audition, so although Wang Peng does not want people like Mitsu Tian to participate, he can't interfere too much, so he can only try his best to persuade him. He suddenly had a strong sense of powerlessness, and he didn't know where this audition would go? Can it be as pure as the audition in Huali County? Wang Peng really didn't have any bottom in his heart.

Compared with the last conversation with Tian Jiaqiang, this meeting with Tian Benguang made Wang Peng lose confidence and was full of anxiety about the audition. But he is not a person who easily admits defeat, for the sake of Shiquan's healthy development in the future, he still went to Tian Fugen and lobbied him to participate in the election.

"Uncle Fugen, there is no more suitable person than you in Shiquan, so you should make up your mind to run for election!" Wang Peng squatted beside the stove of Tian Fugen's house, watched Tian Fugen clamp the fine wood into the stove with tongs, and handed a handful of straw to the side from time to time.

"Ermao, I really have the mind to be an official, let Yila be whoever wants to be an official, as long as it doesn't harm the interests of the villagers in Shiquan, I really don't care." Tian Fugen said while burning the fire.

"Uncle Fugen, now it's not as good as the old foundation, people are simple-minded. In the past few years, everyone's minds have become active, as long as they see some interests, they have sharpened their heads, and it is really rare to find a selfish person like you for Shiquan Village! Wang Peng said the truth, "If you don't think about yourself, you should think about the whole Shiquan, it's not good that we just drove away the fox from the front and put the wolf in the backyard?" ”

Of course, Tian Fugen knew that the fox Wang Peng was talking about meant Changfeng Pharmaceutical, and he also understood what he meant by the wolf, "Don't mind the serious!" Tian Fugen is willing to believe that everyone is as kind as he is.

Wang Peng handed the last handful of straw to Tian Fugen, and made up his mind to spread it out with him to talk about Tian Benguang and Tian Zhanggui's plans, "Uncle Fugen, if you refuse to go out of the mountain, the village chief of this Shiquan will either continue to be Tian Zhanggui, or Tian Benguang will come back!" Which of the two would you like to accept as Ira? ”

"I won't accept any of them!" Tian Fugen said angrily, "These two people are the village head, Shiquan will not die and peel off the skin!" ”

"Then tell me, who else can be besides them?" Wang Peng asked.

Tian Fugen put down the tongs and looked at Wang Peng and sighed, "Ermao, don't be stubborn, the key is that everyone wants to be stable, although most of the people in the village believe in me, but Tian Zhanggui and Tian Benguang's fists, Chenguang is more useful than the good things I did!" ”

"But if you don't even try, how can you know the final result?" Wang Peng still refused to give up.

Tian Guangqiang, who had been sitting on the threshold listening to Wang Peng and Tian Fugen, also interjected at this time: "Abba, Ermao makes sense, you have to try, even if you don't get on it in the end, at least you are worthy of resolutely supporting you!" ”

His son's words have always been very useful to Tian Fugen, "Ermao, you let me think about it." Tian Fugen finally relented, and Wang Peng secretly squeezed his eyes at Tian Guangqiang, thanking him for speaking out in time.

Coming out of Tian Fugen's house, Wang Peng went home directly, these days Qin Ahua is harvesting edamame in his own field, Wang Peng wants to rush back to help. The location of the Wang family is relatively partial, it is one of the few families in the village who have kept their own land intact, and after Qin Ahua picks the vegetables planted every season, he always takes them to each family to divide, and never takes them out to sell. This is also one reason why the people in the village admire the Wang family more and more. They were the least to lose in the village, but Wang Peng insisted on running around for pollution, and Wang Tiezuo and his wife were not financially well-off but did not want to monopolize the only remaining land in the village.

Wang Pengcai parked his bicycle in the drying field, but saw Han Yafen and Qin Ahua each holding the freshly picked edamame from the back of the house, he went over to take the sickle in Qin Ahua's hand, "Grandma, you sit and pick it, I'll cut it." Saying that, he and Han Yafen went to the back of the house again.

"Why are you here?" Wang Peng cut the edamame pole at the waist of the cat, and asked Han Yafen, who was sweating like rain.

"Secretary Hong lost his temper over the interview with reporter Ning, saying that our work was not in place, which made the people in Shiquan complain, and asked me to come to Shiquan immediately and do a good job of propaganda and explanation of the audition with you." Han Yafen gasped and said.

Wang Peng saw that she was tired enough, and it was estimated that she hadn't done this kind of work for a long time, so he felt a little unbearable, stood up straight and pulled Han Yafen, then snatched the sickle in her hand and said, "You rest for a while, I'll cut it, soon." ”

"It's okay, I can do it, and I used to help my mother with farm work at home." Han Yafen didn't follow, and came to snatch the sickle in Wang Peng's hand again, and didn't pay attention to the edamame pole piled under his feet, and fell into Wang Peng's arms. 2k reading web