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As soon as Huang Youwei came out of the conference room, the expansion machine rang, picked it up and looked, the phone number showed that it was the Xinghua Hotel in the town, he panicked, and hurriedly looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so he said hello to Xiao Wu in the office and hurried to the Xinghua Hotel.

In room 504 of Xinghua Hotel.

As soon as Huang Youwei entered the door, he went straight to the window, first glanced out, and cautiously closed the curtains, before turning around and saying to Su Zhiliang, who was walking around: "I have already arranged things yesterday, you don't have to go on this trip, now is a sensitive period, you must do as little as possible to come to Wujiachong Town." ”

Su Zhiliang was already anxious to talk to the ants on the hot pot, and when Huang Youwei's words fell, he hurriedly said: "Now the pile foundation of the Huancao Street Bridge can't be driven into it at all, and two people died in less than a week after the start of construction. I heard Peng Chumin say that you sent out the recruitment information yesterday, and I rushed over overnight, I want to see how the result is? ”

Huang Youwei was very repulsed in his heart, thinking that if he accepted the other party's money and didn't do anything, it would not be good to get into trouble at that time, so he persuaded with a kind face: "It's so fast, but I said that the requirements are very low, and the salary is as much as you say, I think there should be good news tomorrow." ”

"That's good, that's good." Su Zhiliang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"However, do you estimate that by the time your pile foundation is completed, how many more lives will be needed? Although it is out of town, other migrant workers are not aware of it, as long as the news is tightly covered and the compensation for the family members of the accident is in place in time, there is not much trouble to think about it. Huang Youwei sat on the edge of the bed, took the fine white sand cigarette handed by the other party and smoked leisurely.

"Well, I can't say well, there must be a danger of manual digging piles now, but I will also supervise the safety in place." Su Zhiliang saw that Huang Youwei was asking about his life and minded his identity as the mayor of the town, so of course he didn't dare to tell him what was in his heart, so he became official.

"Hmph, don't fool me, if the security measures are really in place, how can there be frequent deaths." Huang Youwei spit out a circle of smoke, and his eyes slanted at Su Zhiliang.

"Hehe, Mayor Huang is a veteran, how dare I fool you, this matter is really troublesome to you. I promise I won't implicate you. I've got a lovely gift for you, and you'll enjoy it slowly, and I'll go out first. Su Zhiliang handed over an envelope from his handbag, glanced at the next door with his eyes, stood up and walked out the door.

Huang Youwei put the cigarette butt still in the ashtray, took the envelope, touched it, and threw it into the briefcase. After Su Zhiliang went out, he hurriedly took the briefcase, opened the inner zipper, took out a small blue pill from it, and swallowed it with the cold water on the bedside table.

After a while, Huang Youwei's face was flushed, and when he heard the turning sound of the door lock outside, he hurriedly took off his pants and hurriedly walked to the door, and saw that it was a little girl wearing a yellow sundress, who looked to be about twelve years old, wearing light makeup, and called "heart and liver baby", so he hurriedly hugged the person over, threw it on the bed, and hurriedly pounced.

Sulfur-zinc mine family living area.

Yang Mao was wearing a light blue T-shirt, a pair of denim cropped pants, his hair was black and shiny, his eyes were slightly drooping, and a pair of white and slender fingers were tapping on it quickly, and the sunlight outside the window broke in mischievously, through the white curtain, sprinkled on his face, and the already handsome face looked more vigorous.

"Mao, then, your borage, I found it for you after running all over the market." Yang Lin came in with a pot of plants, put it directly on the desk, picked up the cup on the edge and poured it directly.

"Hey, here's my cup." Yang Mao stopped tapping on the keyboard and said dissatisfiedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, oops, why haven't I seen such a feminine cup." Yang Lin put down the cup embarrassedly, retreated to both sides in the direction of the door, accidentally saw the cartoon on the cup, and shouted like a monster.

Yang Mao glared, put the cup to his right, and hid the cup with the help of the book.

"Look at it twice and you won't die, stingy, I know, you asked me to buy this broken grass early in the morning, and now you drink such a feminine thing, I guess, it's for Wu Fen." Yang Ting pointed a little next door with his index finger and smiled ambiguously.

"It's not broken grass, it's borage." Yang Mao's ears turned red, and he quickly changed the topic.

"Of course I knew it was borage, and I knew that his flower language represented courage. I said you should lack ambition. Yang Lin saw that his younger brother was shy, and continued to quip.

"you, don't go and bring food to your mother." Yang Mao rolled his eyes at his brother and hugged the borage carefully.

Yang Lin looked at the time, remembered something, jumped up, rushed to the kitchen and hurried out.

Yang Mao saw his brother's anxious appearance, shook his head, put his eyes on the borage opposite, and fell into memory.

I remember that day he followed in Wu Fen's footsteps, stood not far from the door of her house, heard the crying in the house, saw Wu Fen's eager question, pale face, and really wanted to get close to her and hold her in his arms. However, even though he was only a dozen meters away, he felt that he was separated by a river, and he couldn't take a step. Obviously, he is often close to her, and he can even smell the fragrance of her hair, but every time he reaches out and holds it, it is air. Obviously, the heart has been given to her, but she can't say it, she is always put in the position between friends and lovers, maybe this is the lover is not full, helpless, melancholy.

Yang Mao looked at this pot of borage and felt that what he really lacked the most was courage.

Now she should be very painful because of Uncle Wu's death, will she cry? Yang Mao's thoughts were confused, looking at the contract on his computer monitor, the number on it made him excited, a bonus of 80,000 yuan, with this money, Fen can study in college with peace of mind, and even reduce the burden of Aunt Cheng.

It's just another condition of the winner of this competition that makes Yang Mao unable to make up his mind, if he wins, he will have to study abroad for three years, three years, he doesn't dare to take risks, he is even more afraid of hearing the news that Fen is in love with someone else. But right now, what better idea is there, my parents are against what they like Fen, and it is impossible for them to promise to help her with money.

Yang Mao put aside his thoughts, stretched out his beautiful hand to grab the sunshine, opened his fingers together, and let the sunlight spill in through his fingers, and the hibiscus flowers in the yard bloomed wantonly, bursts of fragrance came to his nose, hooked the corners of his lips, and said in his heart, Fen, do you know that I am thinking of you.

The Wu family rushed to the bay.

Wu Fen was cooking in the stove house, and the uncle and the village came over, and they were playing chess with Cheng Shunan.

With a sneeze, Wu Fen wiped the beads of sweat from her nose with a handkerchief. Squatted down, washed the loofah, grabbed the tail of one side, gently scraped the skin of the loofah with a knife, and when the white flesh of the loofah inside was exposed, it was rinsed with water again before cutting it into shreds and putting it aside. I took four eggs from the cupboard, broke them and mixed them well, mixed them in flour, added some water, mixed them again, and prepared to eat them for omelettes.

Seeing that it was already noon, he set up the firewood, heated the vegetable oil in the pot, and quickly fried five dishes, namely scrambled eggs with chili, braised eggplant, garlic tofu, fried beans with chili, fried loofah, and then two plates of egg cakes.

When Cheng Xiaolan cleaned up the table, Wu Fen's dishes had already been fried, and she hurriedly added a pot of rice to the outer bench.

Uncle Wu Chongren and village chief Wu Chongde were already on the table, Wu Fen added a bowl of rice to each person, and sat on the side with chopsticks and vegetables.

"Shu Nan, you have also heard the documents that Mayor Huang gave to our village this time, and Village Chief Wu also told me what Fen Fen told him, and I am not sure in my heart, so I came to ask you for an idea." Wu Chongren's cloudy eyes were smoked with chili peppers, and he wiped his eyes with a sweat towel while looking at Cheng Shunan.

Wu Fen saw that his uncle couldn't eat so spicy, so he hurriedly handed over a glass of well water.

Cheng Shunan tightened his brows, pondered for a while, and said: "Uncle, I think there is something greasy here, but we can send a small group of people over to explore the way first, find out the situation first, and then make plans." ”

"Well, this is good, not to offend Huang Youwei, but also not to let ourselves fall into passivity." Wu Chongde nodded and replied.

"Then let's do it, when you replied to Mayor Huang, you said that there is a shortage of people for sand washing now, and everyone doesn't want to go to other places." Wu Chongren coughed a few times, drank a few wells of water, and instructed Village Chief Wu.

Liao Heng remembered that the Huancao Street Bridge seemed to have stopped some time ago, and said casually: "Some time ago, the Huancao Street Bridge in Songyang County had just been built for less than a week, and it was stopped due to the obstruction of local villagers, and it has been almost a month now. ”

"Where to build a bridge on Huancao Street? That place used to be a big ferry, and the bridge should have been built a long time ago, and now it is time for the country to develop infrastructure construction, so it is also a good thing for Wu Fen to change his major. Cheng Shunan took the words, picked up an egg cake and ate it in a few bites, and then replied.

"I heard that it is not easy to build a bridge now, in addition to respecting the gods, you also have to honor the river gods, otherwise the river gods will be angry, but they will kill people." Wu Chongren is old, and after eating a bowl of rice, he feels a little stretched, so he put down the bowl and said.

"Uncle, you're talking about a sacrifice, right, but safety measures are important." Wu Fen stood aside and interjected.

"Yes, Fenfen, if you do engineering in the future, you have to be a man with a conscience, after all, building roads and bridges is a matter for the benefit of future generations, and it is also a matter of human life, so you must study hard, learn your skills well, learn thoroughly, and remember to tell your uncle that you have become a female engineer when you come to the grave of your uncle." Wu Chongren's eyes were full of excitement, and he actually cried out at the end, this is the first female college student in the village, and it is the golden phoenix who flew out of Shangwan.

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