"Zheng Zhishu, you're back, we're all dying, what can we do?" Qiao Yinhua used to be just a village women's director, never the main leader of the village, plus she was a female comrade, who had ever seen this formation, she had only encountered this kind of thing within a few days of taking office, although she was a few years older than Zheng Weimin, but after all, Zheng Weimin was the branch secretary, and Zheng Weimin had many ideas, how to deal with this matter, only look at the branch secretary Zheng Weimin.

"Have you found the three golds?" Zheng Weimin glanced at several village committee cadres, and then looked directly into the eyes of the village director Qiao Yinhua and asked.

Zheng Weimin didn't want to ask too much, he had already thought about this matter very comprehensively, as long as Sanjin was not there, it would be nonsense to say anything else, now, what he wanted was to solve the question as much as possible, and calm the anger of the people who didn't know the truth, the sooner the better.

"I heard Sanjin's wife say that he went out early in the morning and hasn't come back yet, and his wife is also in a hurry and is looking for Sanjin." Qiao Yinhua told Zheng Weimin the news she got from Sanjin's wife.

Qiao Yinhua got up early in the morning and saw the abnormal phenomenon in the village, felt that something was wrong, and quickly found a few farmers to ask, and said that Sanjin told them last night, Qiao Yinhua was very smart, and did not immediately tell the truth to the villagers, but immediately reported to Zheng Weimin, without saying a word, and went directly to Sanjin's house, at that time, Sanjin had already gone out, and even his wife didn't know where the man went, Qiao Yinhua believed it, she didn't think too much about it.

In fact, Sanjin's wife knew that it was Broken Finger, when Broken Finger was instructed by Xiao Aisong, intimidated Sanjin, and asked him to go out to hide for a few days, Sanjin's wife naturally knew where Sanjin went, but because Broken Finger warned him and his wife, if the news was revealed, they would be unkind to them, Sanjin's wife, a rural woman, who had been frightened like this, nodded to a few people like pounding garlic, how dare she say half a word, these Qiao Yinhua are not clear, how do she ask, Sanjin women are silent Where did the man Sanjin go, and she just said that she didn't know, I was in a hurry to find him.

Hearing that Sanjin didn't know where to go, Zheng Weimin chuckled in his heart, and vaguely felt that this matter was not so simple, who was behind it, he seemed to only guess a little in his heart, there was probably the shadow of the town mayor Qin Zun behind him, but because there was no evidence, now, he couldn't say anything about chasing the wind and catching shadows.

Zheng Weimin heard Qiao Yinhua say that Sanjin was not there, his heart was half cold, he took a deep breath, and said secretly: Sanjin is not there, how can I explain this matter to the people of Niubei Village, Sanjin is an honest person, and has a good reputation in the village, if he explains that he did not buy man's grass, the villagers must suspect that they are lying, why did Sanjin notify him door-to-door so late, with Sanjin a sincere person, how could he do it, he was full of panic, if he said that this was a conspiracy, how could the villagers believe it.

Just when Zheng Weimin was thinking about how to deal with this crisis, the time had already pointed to eight o'clock, and some villagers had already begun to pull carts, carry burdens, or carry or carry to the village to send men grass.

"Haha, Zheng Zhishu, thanks to you, I didn't expect that the men in our village could sell grass for money, in response to your call, last night, I received a notice from Sanjin, I mobilized all my wives and children, damn it, my hands are cut out of calluses." The old mason of the villager stretched out a pair of rough hands and shook them in front of Zheng Weimin's eyes, and said with a grin: "Zheng Zhishu, there should be a lot of two-board cart man grass, if you can sell it at a good price, I will be the first to invite you to our house to drink." ”

Zheng Weimin saw that he was in his fifties, dressed in tatters, and his eyes were red and swollen The old mason's eyes were full of expectation and excitement, joking with himself, and then looking at his wife and son and daughter-in-law standing on the side looking at his face, Zheng Weimin was embarrassed in his heart, and there was a sour feeling, and his heart was really mixed.

"Zheng Zhishu, you are really a living bodhisattva in our village, as soon as you became a secretary, you wanted to make us poor people rich, amazing, if the country's cadres are like you, we poor people will turn over." Li Jindan, a bachelor in his forties, threw the burden off his shoulders and flattered Zheng Weimin.

A seventy-year-old lame old man walked over with a sack of men's grass, although the weather was a little cold in the morning, but the old man's head was still hot, he put down the sack, and smiled at Zheng Weimin: "Hehe, for the people's secretary, I heard that men's grass can be sold for money, I also got a bag, where is the pound?" ”

Seeing more and more people coming, several village cadres widened their eyes, one by one they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, they all looked at Zheng Weimin, Qiao Yinhua, as the village director, saw Zheng Weimin with a signature smile on his face, and he didn't explain, didn't say to receive, and didn't say no, he was in a hurry, and hurried to his side and asked softly: "Zheng Zhishu, there are more and more villagers, and the village department can't let go, you have to send a message, what should I do?" ”

Zheng Weimin thought while laughing, and said in his heart, as a branch secretary, he really couldn't bear to hurt the hearts of the people in the village, looking at the rough clothes they were wearing, the look on their faces, and the cloudy eyes of expectation, and then look at the situation where some villagers used sweet potatoes for breakfast, and felt that they were particularly derelict in their duties.

Zheng Weimin really didn't think of any way for a while, but since the people had already pulled it over, he couldn't ask them to pull it back, and suddenly saw a simple basketball court not far in front of him, and suddenly had an idea, gently pulled Qiao Yinhua aside, gently explained a few words, and then hurriedly walked into the office.

"Fellow villagers, is this good, the buyer invited by the village has not arrived for the time being, can you pull the men's grass to the basketball court first?" Village director Qiao Yinhua waved at the villagers and shouted loudly.

"What's going on, didn't you say okay, pull it over at eight o'clock on time, as soon as you come, you will weigh it, and then settle the money? Why hasn't even the acquirer come yet, isn't this burying people? A fifty-year-old bald man in the village complained loudly.

"Yes, what the hell is going on in the village, the buyer hasn't arrived, and asked us to cut some man's grass, isn't this tricking us?"

"I'm a ghost, I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I got up and cut, my hand was cut, I did it for a long time, I don't know where it is, let alone the buyer of the dog day, I think we were deceived."

At this time, the villagers began to talk about it below, they also seemed to see the anomaly, it stands to reason that if the village really buys, the pound should be put on the table, the purchase location has also been determined, and everything in the accounts should be there, not to mention the buyers, now, how can there not even be a little purchase of men's grass, the villagers' mood began to turn from hope to disappointment, from excitement to anger.

"Director Qiao, what the hell is going on, the village has to explain it to us clearly, we have to ask for an explanation, otherwise, our people will be angry, and the village will smash you." A man with a Chinese face, a height of one meter eight, and a pimple on his face said fiercely to Qiao Yinhua, the village director.

At this time, Xiao Aisong, the director of the village security department, saw that Zheng Weimin, the branch secretary, had entered the office of the village committee, and he took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and sneaked behind the small dirt slope in the east of the village, quietly took out his mobile phone, and dialed the town mayor Qin Zun.