Sang Baowen wanted to empty the gloves and the white wolf was not fake. In order to canvass for votes, he wrote blank checks to many people. In fact, he can't deliver on any of them right now. Even if he became the next village party secretary, he was not able to fulfill his promises.

The next morning, after eating, Sang Ping took Yu Sheng to Mulberry Village.

Sang Haibin moved five sets of tables and chairs, and arranged a venue on the open space by the pond.

The position in the middle was reserved for Song Zhiwei. The positions on both sides of Song Zhiwei were reserved for the other two leaders stationed in the village, and there was also a position reserved for Yu Sheng, who was in charge of recording the meeting. The last place is reserved for the future village party secretary.

As soon as Sang Baowen appeared, he sat in the upper position. He sat in the most marginal position, and thought he was very low-key and discerning.

Sang Haibin went over to drive him down, "What are you going to do when you sit up?" That's reserved for the leader. ”

"There are several leaders in the village, and I know all about them." Sang Baowen looked up with an arrogant look on his face, "Leader, five positions." The secretary is not there, and his position is vacant. There is also a place for mine. No matter how junior my clerical level is, I am also the leader of the village. ”

"You think I don't count." Sang Haibin pointed to the row of seats, "I arranged the seats, you don't know who to arrange?" There's no place for you up there. If you're not afraid of looking foreign, then sit on it. If you have the ability to lead, don't get up. ”

Sang Baowen looked dumbfounded.

He quickly regained his fighting spirit, and swaggered off the stage like a big green-tailed rooster to show off his heart's content, "You think that if you use the leader to press me, I am afraid of you." ”

Sang Haibin felt that his appearance was ridiculous: "You're not afraid, don't come down." ”

"Haibin—" Jinhua's sister-in-law shouted in her yard. The neighbors had become accustomed to her amazing lung capacity. "The cups are cleaned, you can take them and set them on the table."

Sang Haibin went back and asked, "Is the water boiled well?" ”

"I boiled it early, I made two pots, I don't know if it's enough to drink." Jinhua's sister-in-law started to work early in the morning, "It's not enough to burn again." When you put the tea leaves, don't put them in Winnie's or her aunt's cup. She doesn't drink tea water. Can you finish it before 12 o'clock at noon, I still have to go over and cook for the children. ”

Sang Haibin: "You voted, do whatever you like." ”

Sister-in-law Jinhua glanced at him annoyed, "Why don't you hurry up and pour tea and water!" ”

Sang Haibin couldn't bring so many things with him at once. He first brought his daughter-in-law's clean teacup over and put it on the table, and then came back to get the tea canist. When he went to the venue with a boiling kettle for the third time, he saw that Song Zhiwei and the others had already taken the seat.

He was walking towards him, and Sang Baowen came over and bumped into him, and by the way, took away the boiling kettle he was carrying.

"I'll come, I'll come." Sang Baowen carried the boiling kettle over and showed the leaders tea diligently.

Sang Haibin was a little depressed.

Seeing Sang Ping and Yu Sheng coming, his bad mood was swept away.

Sang Ping hung a military kettle on his body and specially brought two small benches. He found a good position, set up the bench, helped Yu Sheng sit down, and handed her the unscrewed kettle.

When he was about to hold an umbrella, Sang Haibin went over and said, "Your daughter-in-law's position is over there." ”

Looking in the direction of his finger, Sang Ping couldn't help frowning, "What an eye-catching position." It's good for us to sit here. ”

"How is she sitting here?" Sang Haibin said, "Take her over and sit." I deliberately placed the location in the shade under the tree. I can't help her. ”

Sang Ping looked at it for a while and found that it was really as Sang Haibin said.

Then he agreed: "Then go and sit." ”

Yu Sheng got up and went over with the kettle.

Sang Ping wanted to follow, but was stopped by Sang Haibin.

Sang Haibin: "Don't go over, your position is here." ”

Sangping was depressed.

Yu Sheng took a seat, but was stopped by Sang Baowen.

"Yu Sheng, what are you doing here, where the leader of this matter is sitting." Sang Baowen waved her away.

"Don't do it to pregnant women." Song Zhiwei warned Sang Baowen, and instead beckoned to Yu Sheng with a smile, "Girl, come and sit down." Xiaohai and Xiaohua, their father will bring you the words. ”

"Tell me to take notes." Yu Sheng joked, "Uncle Song, you really know how to find me a job." ”

"Anyway, if you leave your house and are idle, you will be idle." Song Zhiwei vacated the position on his right hand for Yu Sheng to sit on, "Coming out to move is good for your body." The pen and notebook are ready for you. ”

Yu Sheng put the kettle on the table.

Seeing the military kettle, Song Zhiwei felt very cordial, and at the same time felt a lot.

Due to severe paint loss, the outside of the kettle is mottled. This pot has obviously been used for several years. Taking it in his hand and looking at it carefully, Song Zhiwei found that the kettle was still a little deformed.

"This pot was brought back by Sang Ping from the army, and it has been used for many years." Yu Sheng smiled and said, "I asked him to get a new one, but he wasn't happy." For him, this kettle is not only a kettle, but also a feeling worthy of his life. ”

"Feelings worth remembering for a lifetime - that's a good point." Song Zhiwei suddenly lost his anger, "Talking about feelings, it's all done by our older generation." He is a young man who talks about feelings. ”

As he spoke, Song Zhiwei put the kettle back heavily.

Sang Baowen also put down the boiling kettle.

He stood upright in front of Song Zhiwei and shouted across the table:

"Report!"

Song Zhiwei looked at him, "What's the matter?" ”

Sang Baowen glanced at Yu Sheng, who was sitting in the place next to Song Zhiwei, and the imbalance in his heart became stronger and stronger. On the surface, he looks impartial.

"Leader, I want to reflect one thing to you - I don't think it's appropriate for Yu Sheng to sit with the leader,"

Yu Sheng, who was named, moved his brows.

Song Zhiwei felt funny, but asked patiently: "Then tell me, what's inappropriate." ”

Sang Baowen Zhenzhen said: "She is Sang Ping's daughter-in-law." If Sang Ping participates in this election, the villagers will inevitably be affected and vote for him when they see his daughter-in-law sitting with the leaders. It's not fair to the rest of the people who voted! ”

"So you have concerns about this." Song Zhiwei understood his careful thoughts. He said slowly, "As far as I know, the successor of the village party secretary, Sang Ping's voice is the highest. I believe that he can get so many supportive voices, because of his own ability, and it has nothing to do with his daughter-in-law. ”

Sang Baowen muttered dissatisfiedly: "Leader, you are related to their family, of course you will talk to him." ”

Song Zhiwei didn't get angry but laughed: "You mean, I'm selfish? ”

Sang Baowen snorted: "I didn't mean that. ”

"Then tell me what you mean by that. I don't understand. Song Zhiwei challenged him, "I heard that you bribed a lot of people last night in order to canvass for votes." ”