Before the end of the conference, Zhang Chunshan counted the number of poor households in the village, but the results were somewhat unexpected.

There are about 30 households, accounting for one-third of the entire Datian Village, which is completely inconsistent with some of the information that the village committee cadres have learned before.

Zhou Cheng had long expected this kind of thing to happen, there was no surprise on his face, he thought for a moment, and his sharp eyes looked back and forth on these people, and then he said in a deep voice: "Since you all say that there is no food at home, we village cadres can't stand by and ignore it, but the food of the village committee is not given to you for free, but temporarily lent to you for emergency relief, you have thought about it clearly, if you really want to borrow food, now go to Zhang Chunshan to register and make an IOU." In addition, I would like to make it clear that if the grain is not returned within the time limit, the village committee will deal with it at its discretion, and the possibility of compulsory grain return cannot be ruled out! ”

When the words fell, no matter how wonderful the faces of these people were, they directly announced the dismissal of the meeting.

At this conference, Xu Rongguang had a black face from beginning to end, and when he returned home, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, threw the towel in his hand to wipe the sweat on the ground, and began to scold, "Damn, borrowing food is such a big thing that he didn't even say hello to me, so he decided without permission, who gave him the guts, did he want to do it?" Do you want to override me, the village chief? The little cub who hasn't grown all the hair, and there is no one in the crazy eyes, what kind of words, authoritarianism, good, very good"

Xu Rongguang's dry tongue stopped scolding, and he sat down panting. picked up the teacup and looked at it, and immediately shouted at Qu Yinghong: "What are you eating, you don't even have saliva at home!" ”

"What are you angry at me!" Qu Yinghong muttered dissatisfiedly, went out and took a pot of cold white and drove it in, and poured him a full cup.

Xu Rongguang drank two sips of water, and when he saw Qu Yinghong's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, he said angrily: "If you have something to say, what are you doing with this strange look!" ”

Qu Yinghong bit her lips, "I don't think we need to fight with Zhou Cheng about this, do you think about what benefits he has gained from being the secretary of the village party committee?" Nothing. On the contrary, there are a lot of stickers. I made a rough estimate. For most of the past six months, he has put this amount of food in it. As she spoke, she gestured.

"He's selling fame!" Xu Rongguang slapped the table and shouted angrily.

"You tap. Scared the hell out of me! Qu Yinghong patted her chest. You don't care what he wants. If you want me to say that the government doesn't care about things now, and you don't have a salary, it's okay if this village chief is not right. "Speaking of which. She couldn't help but glance at Xu Rongguang suspiciously, "Do you still want to be this village official?" Haven't had enough of it all these years? ”

When Xu Rongguang heard this, his face couldn't help but stiffen, he really didn't have enough official addiction, but on the other hand, it was also because it was profitable to be the village head.

He stood up, walked around the house with his hands behind his back, and then lowered his voice and said: "There are still ten acres of wasteland under the name of the village committee, and it will be planted in the spring next year, and how much grain will have to be harvested at that time."

"That's from the village committee, and it's not his alone." Qu Yinghong disagreed.

"You know what a fart, if it goes on like this, it's not up to him to have the final say, he can give those grains to whomever he wants."

"Can't you?" Qu Yinghong thought for a while, shook her head and said: "I don't think he will do this, Zhou Cheng is quite reliable, and he is also generous."

The more Xu Rongguang listened, the more ugly his face became, and finally couldn't help but interrupt her, "You think he's good too, right?" Then why don't you live with him! With that, he slammed the door and walked out.

Qu Yinghong was half angry with him, a person in his fifties, he spoke so incoherently!

Early the next morning, Zhou Cheng and the others led some good farmers to go around in a few fields one by one, but they made a strict arrangement on the terrain, and these good farmers scrambled to put forward various suggestions on the surface, but they were secretly laughing in their hearts -- in the end, they were from the city, and they simply didn't know anything about farming, and they had to engage in such a big battle for a trivial matter.

At nine o'clock, everything was ready, and with a series of "ignition" sounds from the villagers one after another, several fields were instantly ignited, and soon the wheat fields were full of blazing flames, and the smoky blue sky was also reflected in a fiery red.

At the same time, Liang Xuetao was cutting straw in his own field, and the straw and corn and soybeans could be used as feed to feed the donkeys, and it could be used as firewood to burn the stove, not to mention that he had strength, which was not like other villagers, and felt that this matter was simply exhausting.

It took a day to cut the straw in the field, and the rest of the wheat stubble was burned by him, originally he planned to use the aura to explore the field, find out the remnants of locusts or insect eggs, and then began to turn the ground, the wheat stubble just took the fertile field, but after a try, he found that he was too taken for granted, and it was not easy to use the aura to explore one by one in such a large area, so he dispelled the idea.

In addition to the harvest that day, he didn't let Wei Hongyu touch his hands in these subsequent tasks, and the wheat stubble was burned until seven o'clock in the evening, when Mrs. Liang and the others had already finished dinner and were enjoying the cool in the yard.

Liang Xuetao took a cold shower, and when he returned to the hall, he saw a blue mesh cover knocked on the table of the Eight Immortals, which contained a bowl of black rice porridge, two buns, and a plate of pickles.

Just at this time, Wei Hongyu walked in, and Liang Xuetao asked her, "Why didn't you fry two dishes?" Eating pickles all the time is not good for your health. ”

Wei Hongyu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Yes, fried locusts, and a small plate of oil-consuming beef, the children are cute and eat locusts, and they say that they are fragrant." ”

Liang Xuetao's face darkened when he heard this, these two dishes were not left for him at all?

Of course, it is impossible for him to be angry with Wei Hongyu for this order, but the other party's dispensable attitude of always ignoring him for the sake of the child is really unpleasant.

Wei Hongyu looked at him, and her heart was a little weak, "What do you want to eat?" I'll do it for you. ”

Liang Xuetao sat on the back chair, straightened his long legs, and said lightly: "Just eat fried locusts, you don't need more, just get one hundred and eighty." ”

That's not much? Wei Hongyu was speechless, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Why don't you change the dish, the locusts are left for the children to replenish their bodies." ”

Liang Xuetao laughed happily at her, glanced at her, and beckoned to her, but as soon as Wei Hongyu came over, he was hugged in his arms.

Wei Hongyu was startled, and after breaking free from his embrace, she said angrily: "Don't mess around, Mom is still outside!" The words fell, and he walked out of the house without looking back. (To be continued......)