Tan Hongliang understood Meng Fu and saw that his expression was wrong. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info coughed and looked at Han Xinyao deliberately changed the topic and asked, "Little friend, how old are you?" Han Juan wanted her daughter to go to her husband and come back, but they refused. She was a woman and did not know with them

Anyway, so the atmosphere has been dull since I entered the house.

"Seven years old."

"Did you go to school?"

"Hmm!"

Meng Fu saw a small schoolbag hanging on the wall, and heard Tan Hongliang mention going to school, and said with a smile: "Yaya, right?" Can you show me your workbook? ”

To say that ordinary people may not be so bored to read a child's homework book, but our Township Chief Meng is not an ordinary person, he pays attention to children's education, and always cares about these problems.

Han Xinyao glanced at her mother sitting in the kang, and saw that she nodded at herself, so she went to take her schoolbag.

Han Juan is a little restrained, and the biggest official she has seen in her more than 20 years is the village head. But today the township chief and deputy township chief came to her house, how can you tell her not to be nervous and restrained.

After Meng Fu opened the book, he read it carefully for a while, but after he turned to the last page, he turned it again for a long time. If he looks up at this moment, you will see the incredulity and incredulity in his eyes. Because what he saw was not what Han Xinyao usually did at all

The homework she wrote, but the beginning of the female ring that she wrote with a pencil, but the font was in small letters. On weekdays, no one has opened her books, so she doesn't deliberately want to hide them.

"Yaya, is this your handwriting?" Meng Fu asked casually, he didn't think that this word would be written by Liu Yan, it was purely a casual question.

"Hmm." Her answer was simple. But Tan Hongliang's ears are a little impolite. In addition, he wanted to say more good things for Feng Min, coughed, and said with a little reproach in his tone: "Yaya, how can you talk to Township Chief Meng?"

Han Xinyao looked up at Tan Hongliang. I felt that he was inexplicable, and he didn't know what he had done wrong, but he could say this.

"Old Tan, how did you bring bad habits into your life again." Meng Fu was disgusted with flattery.

Tan Hongliang laughed and said, "Township Chief Meng, I was wrong." Playing treasure is his mastery, don't look at his age, but he looks like an old naughty boy.

"Who taught you how to write?" Meng Fu stretched out his hand and pointed to his side, meaning to let Han Xinyao come over and sit down and talk, and he also intended to chat with her. It is said that if officials want to understand people's livelihood, they must first know what their children think. Because only they can put their parents' hearts

The voice comes out, which is also the so-called learning words.

"My dad taught me." Han Xinyao didn't go over, but stood in front of the cabinet and replied politely. She didn't look at the words on the paper, thinking that it was the words she usually wrote.

"What your dad taught you?"

Meng Fuzu is a scholarly family, and he naturally understands calligraphy and painting. He had also read the report written by Feng Min, but it was really unconvincing for him to say that the word in front of him was taught by him.

Han Xinyao nodded, and she didn't feel anything wrong. Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock, she looked up at the gate, she was a little hungry.

I saw Meng Fu looking down at the words in his hand, while Tan Hong lit a cigarette and smoked. Han Juan didn't know what to say, so she had no choice but to be a transparent person.

The rain outside was just about to fall heavily, and Feng Min had also arrived home. When he entered the house, he was stunned, and when he saw Township Chief Meng and Tan Hongliang, he hurriedly said, "Township Chief Meng, Township Chief Tan, when did you come?" Tan Hongliang is familiar with him, but he has never dealt with Township Chief Meng.

"Are you Comrade Feng Min?" Meng Fu shook hands with Feng Min and opened his mouth in an official tone.

As soon as Feng Min heard the words, he looked at Tan Hongliang. Neither humble nor arrogant, he said: "Hello Township Chief Meng, I am Feng Min, the accountant and team leader of the Mutual Aid Village." He doesn't take bribes or bully his neighbors, and he knows the temper of Township Chief Meng, and he is really not afraid of him.

Meng Fu saw that he was upright, and his expression was even more calm, and he was a little skeptical of his judgment. coughed and said, "Xiao Feng, your drafting document has been submitted." I'm here today to hear if you have any other ideas and suggestions. ”

Feng Min nodded when he heard this. When he saw the meal, he said, "If Township Chief Meng doesn't dislike lunch, I'll eat it at my house." He is not a sloppy horse, and he has to be polite if he is a guest. Besides, he was hungry after a morning of manual work.

Meng Fugang wanted to refuse, but Tan Hongliang took the words and said, "Feng Min, hurry up and cook, Township Chief Meng and I have been hungry for a long time." After the words fell, he secretly handed Feng Min a look, meaning that Township Chief Meng has thoughts about you.

Feng Min didn't care either, turned around and went to the outhouse to cook. Han Xinyao saw that her books were on the edge of the kang, thinking that Meng Fu would not read them, and when she came to the edge of the kang, she wanted to put the books in her schoolbag.

"Wait, girl."

Han Xinyao looked up at Township Chief Meng who was calling her, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked suspiciously, "Grandpa, are you still watching?"

"Is that okay?"

"Then look!"

Meng Fu sat back on the edge of the kang and continued to read the book, while Han Xinyao turned around and went out of the house to help cook.

Han Juan doesn't sit or lie down, she always feels uncomfortable.

"My brother and sister are about to give birth, right?" Tan Hongliang asked without words. Generally, the male host accompanies and chats with the hostess, but her situation is special, so she has to turn it upside down.

"Around the end of next month." Han Juan spoke with a blank look, probably because she was too nervous, and sweat beads appeared on the tip of her nose.

Tan Hongliang didn't look good, and he talked too much with a female comrade. Seeing that Han Juan was a little nervous, she didn't ask any more after asking.

"Old Tan, take a look." Meng Fu handed the paper to Tan Hongliang. He took it and looked at it for a while, plus he didn't know some words, and after reading the opening chapter of the female ring, he looked up and said, "Township Chief Meng, what is this?" Don't blame him for his low culture, born in his four decades

If he hadn't had a capable father, how could he be mixed with a deputy township chief. To put it bluntly, it is a typical person who relies on nepotism.

Meng Fu also knew his details, and when he heard Tan Hongliang say this, he frowned and said, "It's a pity that it's written in pencil, if it's written with a brush, it's better to keep it for appreciation."

Tan Hongliang was confused, and he didn't understand what Township Chief Meng was saying. Turned around and handed it to Han Juan and asked, "Brother and sister, what is this written?"

Han Juan took it and looked at it, was stunned, and said, "This is what Yaya is writing and playing." It won't be a problem, right? "When Han Xinyao wrote the women's ring that day, she left the house for a short while. Her mother went to Westinghouse to get something and saw the unfinished writing, and she was too

Busy, turn around and forget about it.

"Yaya wrote it?" A trace of doubt flashed in Meng Fu's eyes, and he felt incredible. Judging from the font alone, people who are not skilled in calligraphy cannot write such characters. said that it was written by a child of a few years old, which made him a little difficult to accept.

"Township Chief Meng, just call the child in and ask?" Tan Hongliang spoke loudly. Feng Min and Han Xinyao, who were cooking in the outhouse, naturally heard it.

I saw Han Xinyao's frowns, and she chuckled in her heart, and then she remembered the piece of paper in the notebook. And she didn't panic, she still didn't hurry to squat in front of the stove pit and light the fire.