Because the old lady followed, she took out a quilt from her house in early summer, otherwise she was really worried that the old lady would not be able to bear it along the way. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In winter, the mountains have always been depressed and quiet, and they staggered all the way, and finally arrived in the town at nine o'clock in the morning.

Every year to sell mountain goods, the village chief is very familiar with the town's acquisition station, not only does it know.

The layout of the purchase station in the town is basically the same as that in the county, except that the houses in the county are better than those in the town.

When I walked into the room, I saw a middle-aged man napping on the counter. The village chief walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.

The middle-aged man was awakened, rubbed his eyes, looked at the four extra people in the room, yawned, and asked, "Are you here to sell things?" ”

The village chief patted him again, and said unhappily: "Fuqiang, you kid forgot your roots, why don't you know your village chief uncle, I want to take you around to play ...... when you were so young." ”

The middle-aged man listened to the village chief keep talking about the troubles he had when he was a child, his face was full of black lines, and he interrupted impolitely: "Okay, I know, Uncle Village Chief, it's me who is wrong, I beg you, give me some face." "Want to cry without tears, there is wood? Before you go out, go and see the yellow calendar.

Looking at Zhang Fuqiang, who took the initiative to admit his mistake, the village chief finally nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, let you go." Don't do that next time, people, you can't forget your roots, you know? ”

"Got it." was taught a lesson, Zhang Fuqiang was not affected much, and happily guessed the identity of everyone, "You are the third grandmother, you are the National Day," the first two guessed correctly, and there was still the last one left, he was a little difficult, when did a little daughter-in-law who was more beautiful than a movie star come to the village, and said tentatively: "Is it the newly married little daughter-in-law on the National Day?" ”

The old lady was not happy when she heard this, and glared at him, "She is not the daughter-in-law of the National Day, this is the daughter-in-law of our family." ”

"Ah......h Rao is Zhang Fuqiang's experience has increased a lot over the years, and he still can't help but scream, such a beautiful person, why is he inserted in Zhang Jianjian's ice slag. However, in addition to the cold spots, Zhang Jianjian's ability is undeniably quite strong.

After chatting with the village chief excitedly for a while, the village chief mentioned the matter, "Fuqiang, our village has fed a lot of pigs, and the road down the mountain is not easy to walk, see if you can help us think of a way to transport the pigs down." "Now that I have met an acquaintance, I used to be from the same village, so the village chief is not polite.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Fuqiang replied: "Uncle Village Chief, you give me two days for this matter, and I will drive to you in two days." ”

Seeing that Zhang Fuqiang said so simply, the village chief still asked with some skepticism: "Can it be done?" The road in our village is so narrow, can the car get in? It's not that he doesn't believe in Zhang Fuqiang's ability, but this matter is related to the village's income, and he has to be cautious.

"Don't worry, Uncle Village Chief, I can still do this little thing." Zhang Fuqiang straightened his chest and said very cautiously.

Although he is usually a little out of tune, he has never dropped the chain at critical moments.

"Okay, you can hurry up, it's up to you whether the whole village can eat or not." In order to make him pay attention, the village chief used every effort to put pressure on him.

The three of them who came in the early summer, seeing that the village chief didn't have much effort, actually solved it, admired it, and couldn't help but sigh that they were lucky.

In order to express his gratitude, the village chief made an east at noon and invited Zhang Fuqiang to have a restaurant.

During the banquet, I pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and talked about a lot of things in the past. Since Zhang Fuqiang had to go to work in the afternoon, the three big men didn't dare to drink more, so they just drank a few glasses meaningfully and began to eat.

After eating, when he came out of the restaurant, the village chief touched his deflated wallet painfully, and secretly comforted himself that as long as he sold all the pigs, his wallet would soon bulge.

Back in the village, the village chief went to the elder's house to explain without stopping, and by the time all the elders had finished explaining, it was almost dark.

I waited anxiously and anxiously for two days, and just when the village chief thought that Zhang Fuqiang could not do it, he didn't expect that two big trucks actually drove in the village.

From the truck into the village, someone quickly ran to deliver a letter to the village chief, "Village chief, village chief, there are two big trucks in our village, you can go and have a look." ”

Hearing the three words of the big truck, the village chief suddenly couldn't sit still, grabbed the person who came, and asked again with confirmation: "It's really a big truck, you didn't lie to me?"

"Nope." The person who came was caught by the village chief, and he didn't dare to resist.

Getting the answer he wanted, the village chief let go of the man, turned around and ran out, not at all like a rheumatism.

The men, women and children of the village were curious to go out to see the big cars, and they were not immune to the vulgar in early summer.

The street in the village was too narrow to drive in, so Zhang Fuqiang parked his car directly in an open space at the head of the village.

"The village chief is here." I don't know who in the crowd shouted.

Following the source of the voice, everyone saw the figure of the village chief, and the crowd in front of him automatically and spontaneously made way for him.

Squeezed all the way to the innermost, the village chief finally saw Zhang Fuqiang, took his hand excitedly, and said with tears in his eyes: "You kid is here, you don't know, you are in a hurry for your uncle and me." ”

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I could have arrived earlier, but for the sake of insurance, we all drove very slowly." Knowing that it was not easy for people in the mountains to transport, not to mention the village where he had lived before, Zhang Fuqiang thought that he had to borrow this car anyway. After two days of soft grinding and hard soaking, the leader finally agreed this morning.

"Okay, you're doing the right thing, safety comes first in everything you do." After the excitement, the village chief began to grin.

Looking at the smirking village chief, Zhang Fuqiang could only help himself to wake up the village chief who was obviously daydreaming, "Village chief, let's go to the scales now, or it will be too late for me to go down the mountain in a while." ”

"...... well." The village chief said a few good things in a row, which shows that he is still wandering outside of space.

Unable to count on the village chief, Zhang Fuqiang swept into the crowd, saw Chu Xia, beckoned, and motioned for her to come over.

Chu Xia rolled her eyes, what kind of person is this, she beckoned and wanted her to pass, she was not a dog, and she directly ignored his various movements. Pretend to be staring at somewhere, as if that place can grow flowers.

Seeing that both of them ignored him, Zhang Fuqiang picked up his hair, and tried to pinch the village chief again, he didn't want to, whoever called him what he wanted, he ignored him, and could only use a trick.

With a scream, the village chief finally came back to his senses, rubbed the painful place, and scolded angrily: "You kid, why are you pinching me, is it too loose, I'll give it to you tightly." ”

Zhang Fuqiang made a bitter face and said honestly: "Uncle Village Chief, it's not that I want to pinch you, but that you are so distracted that you can't wake up, don't believe it, you ask others." ”

The village chief swept around, and the people next to him all nodded in agreement with Zhang Fuqiang's statement, and the village chief blushed and whispered like a mosquito, "I'm sorry." ”