Early on Thursday morning, when Zhiyuan went out to buy breakfast, Grandma Yangyang called, it turned out that she wanted to meet the child, and asked Zhiyuan to send Yangyang to Hunan for a few days, and Zhiyuan agreed. Grandma Yangyang called Gui Ying again, and Gui Ying agreed.

After Zhiyuan went home with breakfast, Lao Ma, Xiaotang and Zhiyuan ate breakfast together. Yangyang is like a night owl who is afraid of seeing the light, and he doesn't dare to see Zhiyuan, and he can't persuade him to go out of the house. Zhiyuan went to the study after eating, and Xiaotang took Yangyang out and took care of the child at the dining table for breakfast. The old horse lit a cigarette and watched his little tanhua eat breakfast. From time to time, the little ghost pouted, snorted, and rolled his eyes at the old horse—the old hatred of the night was still in his heart. The old horse didn't say a word, and happily looked down at the little monkey like a Buddha.

"How's your injury?" The old horse suddenly asked Xiaotang.

"It's a lot better." Xiaotang looked at Yangyang for a moment of joy, but who knew that the old horse pulled her back into sadness.

"When the interruption continues, it will be chaotic." The old horse stirred the end of the cigarette with a toothpick, and came to this sentence.

Xiaotang was startled, sighed in his heart, raised his head and said, "Uncle Ma, I know." ”

"You're still young, and the road is still long!" The old horse squinted at the rippling head of the thief in the smoke.

"Hmm." Xiaotang nodded deeply.

"There is a person in our Fangyuan, who is very famous - Qiao Jiayuan's matter. The two are farmers, this woman is smart, she knows a little cooking, and the two of them opened a stall selling cold skin at the meeting. The woman loves to laugh and can do business, and in a few years she saved a little money and raised two children. Who knew that the woman and the old Song who sold mutton soup next door met each other, and the two went back and forth, and it didn't take long for someone to find out. The man loves her and wants to keep her, she loves the man surnamed Song to death, and she doesn't care about her old man at all, anyway, it hurts the man's heart very much. This husband has a soft temperament, and her mother-in-law has a hard temperament, so she can't tolerate her and is kicked out. ”

Lao Ma spit out a big puff of smoke and continued: "This woman has been gone for more than ten years, she has been doing business outside, little by little, and has become a female boss, and later she has the ability to kick the surname Song and live by herself, she has several villas in Xi'an City!" There are dozens of restaurants in her alone! In terms of ability, that woman is really capable, there is nothing to say about this! Later, when she was old, she couldn't let go of the child in her heart, so she came back to recognize her relatives. She came back in a luxury car because she had the money, and the people in the village didn't recognize her at all, the men treated her coldly, and the two children didn't recognize her...... Tut! Retribution! ”

Lao Ma retracted his eyes from the sky outside the window, turned his head to Xiaotang and said, "You said that you are injured and pitiful now, so what about the injuries suffered by your wife?" Bad - bad on this man, this man will have his own retribution in the future, and the children will be cleaned up, but in your place, the children and wives are innocent, and you will be retributed for hurting other people's wives and children! ”

When Xiaotang heard this, he shed tears - his face was red and hot.

"Gold list nominations, flowers and candles in the cave room, children and grandchildren, meritorious achievements, birth, old age, sickness and death...... Life, that's all there is to it! However, there are few people who can be successful throughout the ages, and there are always some regrets - here and there, there is no way! Don't hold on to it, it's a whole life! Can't do it! ”

Yang Yang nibbled on buns, looking at his grandfather for a while and looking at Aunt Xiaotang for a while, only to see Xiaotang crying in a muffled voice at this moment, and the little hairy child was completely puzzled by the pain of the adult world.

"Don't be discouraged! Isn't it said in the play, there was a female official in the Tang Dynasty, who made a mistake when she was young and was kicked out of her family and disposed of by the local government, and later she devoted herself to learning to be a new person, step by step, and finally got the recognition of others, and became a big official. Emperor Wu said that her merits outweighed her faults, and he specially rewarded a plaque to encourage those who made mistakes to change their ways. Xiaotang, you are only in your thirties, aside from getting married and having children, just from the age of life, you are still young! You'll have to live forty more years to my age, don't worry! Listen to your uncle, good days are ahead! ”

Xiaotang wiped his tears and nodded frequently, chewing on the fritters and kicking his feet.

"You melon baby, what are you nodding?" The old horse pointed at Yangyang's head with a cigarette holder, then stood up, patted his buttocks, and walked away on crutches to the platform.

"Gua Wazi...... You're a melon baby...... Hehehe...... Gua Wazi ......" Yangyang learned the tone of the old horse, and kept repeating the three words that he had never heard before, which made Xiaotang suddenly laugh, and there was a hint of brightness on his dark face.

When Tsai Tsai came back from school in the evening, Lao Ma went to collect his used manuscript paper like a detective. This night, he specially wore a watch to the bathroom to calculate the time for the boy to take a bath, and the faucet was turned on for half an hour in Dalian - the old horse calculated, and he got half a ton of water! This kid takes half a ton of water for a bath! The old man was so frightened that he stretched his mouth and shook his head, and when he saw that the boy was about to come out, he hurried back to the room.

Ma Chengen called early on Friday morning and spoke for 40 minutes, the core meaning of which was that he was going to withdraw from the election, thinking that he had little chance and no intention of running, and there was no need to continue to run. The old horse sighed for a long time, had nothing to say with a gloomy face, and hung up the phone in great disappointment.

The village election is scheduled for 11 a.m. on this day, and everyone goes to the village committee to vote, the votes are counted at noon, and the results are announced in the afternoon. In addition to the three candidates, the most nervous person is also an old horse. He sighed and walked around the house, hoping for a miracle, and being very pessimistic at the thought of miracles. He paced around the room with his fan in a sweat.

Dongguo Village, in the northeast corner of Majiatun, is a big village, and when it comes to the election, there is a need to fight, and some of them go to the commune to mediate, and some of them get a lawsuit in the court, for the sake of a village chief, several groups of people frequently take action, and they have not seen any decent agricultural products in their village come out for more than 20 years. The village chief of Qiaojiayuan next door has also been in office for many years, and the wealth of half of the village is concentrated in his hands, and the polarization of the rich and the poor is so serious that there is no second village within a radius of 40 kilometers. The ability and virtue of the village chief determine the direction and future of a village.

It's already three o'clock in the afternoon, and the results are almost out. Lao Ma was so anxious that he almost dialed the phone number of Xingsheng and Xingcai several times, but in the end he swallowed his saliva and put down the mobile phone. Destined to be eight feet, it is difficult to find one; I'll give you three liters in my life, don't ask for a fight. What is the future of Majiatun, it has its own certainty, and it is not his turn to point fingers. My fate with Majiatun is over. He was so tormented that he went to the balcony before five o'clock to relax.

Inspecting the blue sky is dead and silent, and looking up at the white clouds is so grinding. The scenery on the top floor is still the same, but the old horse has no intention of enjoying the scenery. Ma Ruifeng's chances of winning are very small, and he has little money and can't convince the public. Ma Hongchao is rich, but he has some brains and foresight, even if he gives more things to the villagers, he can't compare to Ma Baoshan's sharp mouth, he seduces people and conquers people with profit, even if the old horse himself is in Majiatun, I am afraid that he can't stop his parrot tongue and starling mouth.

The old horse looked up to the sky and sighed, eighty percent of it was Ma Baoshan.

At the beginning, in order to sell the fruits in the village at a higher price, he rode around to find fruit merchants to compare prices; In order to build a road for the west of the village to facilitate access to the village, he did not spend a lot of money in the town and county; In order to compete for the title of Majiatun in the town and county, he did a lot of work from house to house...... Now that he has gained fame and fortune, his country is going to be given away - the old horse is indignant. If Ma Baoshan really became the village head, how would he mix in Majiatun in the future? The old horse was entangled and angry. The person he doesn't support the most is Ma Baoshan, and I am afraid that Baoshan has already heard about the fact that he intends to support Ma Chengen.

Hundreds of people and 100 hearts, 100 hearts are sanctified and demons. Old Ma knows his villagers too well, his left neighbor, his right neighbor, the back alley, and the good ones...... The people of the village are wise and ignorant; It is good and evil; It is mild, but it is also extreme; It is long-term and extremely short-sighted. People are always swayed by those in the crowd who are eloquent and wealthy, and are hijacked and used by people who are insightful or charismatic, and they are clearly responsible for their own harvest, but they still foolishly conform to the herd, blindly believe, and do not know the bitter fruits of their own suffering. They never independently analyze their own land, manpower, strengths and weaknesses, and do not choose the right village chief or leader according to their actual needs and the maximization of public interests. The poorer the stupider, the more stupid the poorer. The world is full of counterexamples, life is full of hints, but they turn a blind eye.

Majiatun is not without smart people, rare! The smartest people have long since left, they will not stay in the backward and complex maelstrom of the countryside and waste their lives, they have opened up a more open and comfortable world for themselves. The second-class smart people have no ability to go out and can only stay in the village, they don't need to be convinced, they like to cooperate with each other, what Ma Baoshan has to do is to win over these people with interests. As for those who are sluggish and blindly obedient, they like to be respected, recognized, appreciated, praised, and considered important...... Ma Baoshan is so smart and smooth! One mouth does it all. How hard it took those old horses to gain the trust of these conservative fools, but Ma Baoshan could easily erase them all with just one mouth. Lao Ma really wanted to go back to Majiatun to appeal, but he would leave the world one day and leave Majiatun. People have to pay for their stupidity, and no one can help anyone.

said that Cao Cao Cao arrived, and Ma Baoshan's call came - of course, he was elected! The old horse looked at the sky in the north and thought that it was better to plant thorns than to plant flowers, so he congratulated him as soon as he opened his mouth; Baoshan grins his tongue and gives a lot of advice. Baoshan lowered his posture unprecedentedly and longed for Lao Ma to support him and help him, and Lao Ma also humbly promised to help him and promote him more in front of the town leaders. Baoshan is just coveting the resources in the hands of the old horse, but the old horse is laughing for Ma Jiatun, whom he regards as a child. After some greetings, the boulder in the old horse's heart hit the ground.

A piece of wood can't hold the sky, that's it! That's it! Fortunately, I still have more than ten acres of orchards and seven or eight acres of self-reserved land, which is enough for my recreation in my old age; Fortunately, in addition to being an expired village chief, he is also an eternally working, thoughtful and extremely diligent old farmer.

A hundred years of aggregation, there will be a difference. A chapter is going to end, and no one can keep the charm and splendor in it. Lao Ma looked at the sinking red sun, as if admiring his fading self. Indeed, once, he regarded himself as the red sun of Majiatun, and he regarded Majiatun as his land. Now that the song is over, day and night are coming, it should also be a charming night scene worth playing, he should change his mood and listen to the warmth and peace of the night.

After sunset, the old horse swayed back with a lost shadow. It was the scene of dinner that hunger captured his brain, and food diluted his sadness. As soon as the meal was over, several people called again, reporting on the election situation, accusing Ma Baoshan of being a clander, not convinced by the election results, asking about Lao Ma's intentions, and suing the village for forming a gang...... The old horse lay down in his rocking chair, soothed them with the tone they needed, and then said what they each wanted to hear most in a calm and neutral manner. Obeying them was the quickest way to get them around, and he didn't want to get involved in any of this.

Suddenly, the old horse felt that he was old, and he was powerless and had no intention of reversing any situation. He did his best to maintain a harmonious atmosphere in Majiatun. Baoshan understood what Lao Ma meant, and called again at nine o'clock in the evening to thank him, saying that he wanted to send something to Lao Ma. This night, a few people were frustrated and a few people were happy, no matter how turbulent and turbulent they were, they would eventually be covered silently by the night.

After a day of distraction, and a night of exhaustion, the old man went back to his room at nine o'clock to rest. After the evening self-study, he arrived home at almost ten o'clock, and when he saw that there was no movement at home, he was ready to change his clothes and take a bath. Lao Ma saw Zai Zai undressing in a daze, knowing that he was going to take a bath, his body seemed to be controlled by Shen Gongbao, and he went to the bathroom on crutches. He first pretended to brush his teeth, and brushed for seven or eight minutes, but the tap kept on.

After brushing his teeth, Lao Ma's resentment that had accumulated for a day suddenly exploded and shouted at Zaizi: "Zai'er, you save some water!" ”

"I ...... How can I save water when I take a bath? "Tsai Tsai is washing his hair naked.

"You can't turn off the water when you're soaping!" The old horse shouted outside the glass door.

"It's not...... Grandpa, you take care of me taking a bath? You're too lenient! "I couldn't laugh or cry.

"You get half a ton of water for a bath, which is used for a week in Majiatun Village!"

"Grandpa, can you leave me alone, my parents don't care about this!" The boy is coquettish.

"You turn off the water, I hear the water rushing - it's distressing!"

"Take care of your personal affairs, I care about your old man's face, and I never said anything about your problem! Can you let me talk after I take a shower! Tsai pleaded.

"You say, what's wrong with me?" Old Ma Deli is unforgiving.

"Grandpa, how many days have you not taken a bath? You can't wash your feet in the plaster, can you wipe them? Smell it yourself up close – smell it if you can smoke people to death! I've hinted to you so many times, can't you smell the room so pungent? "Tsai squeezed his eyes.

"I'll deal with my problem, and now I'm talking about your problem, you turned off the water, I'm very upset!" The old horse banged on the glass door of the bathroom with his cane.

"I'm taking a shower and turning the switch off - trouble or not? Aren't you afraid of ruining the faucet? ”

"Are you going to close it or not?" The old horse roared outside.

"I'm not closed!" Tsai Tsai covered his private parts and shouted to the sky.

"Are you going to close it or not?" The old horse's eyebrows tightened.

"I'm not going to close it!" Tsai Tsai was motionless, pulling the strength of a newborn calf.

Who knew that Tsai Tsai did not lock the glass door of the bathroom, and the old horse leaned against the wall and pushed the door in, bending over to turn off the faucet.

"Why is it still open when you wash your hair without water?" The old horse asked.

"I'm taking a shower! Oh my God, do you know about personal privacy? "Tsai turned his back and twisted and covered here and there.

"Who doesn't have those two parts on you!" The old horse's face is not unusual.

Tsai Tsai turned into anger, turned on the faucet, and asked Lao Ma: "Can't I use water in my house?" ”

The old horse glared at the boy angrily, nodded a few times, and then shook his hand and turned off the faucet.

Tsai Tsai didn't cover his body anymore, stood firmly on his feet to face the old horse, and turned on the faucet again.

The old horse showed a vicious face of Li Kui, and snapped - closed.

Tsai Tsai stared at the old horse intently with an expressionless face, and turned on the switch again.

The old horse shrank his facial features and glared at the boy intently, and snapped - it was closed again.

Tsai opened again.

The old horse was shut down again.

The young man came out naked in anger, went to the toilet urinal to get a toilet handle, and directly used the iron rod of the handle of the handle of the handle of the toilet to pry off the handle of the sprinkler switch, and then threw the bag and spread out his hands and stared at the old horse. The old horse was drenched in water, came out, and went directly to Zhiyuan.

It turned out that Gui Ying's public bathroom was opposite the kitchen, there was a door to enter the bathroom, and there was a glass door to enter the bathroom, Zhiyuan closed the door and was busy with his own affairs in the house, and he couldn't hear everything that happened in the bathroom, and Xiaotang didn't know what was moving. The old horse knocked on the door of Zhiyuan with his wet body.

"What's wrong Dad?" Zhiyuan opened the door and asked.

"Where's your sluice?"

"Why do you ask this? At the gate too! Zhiyuan pointed.

"That...... The faucet broke, and I went to close the floodgates. ”

"Which faucet is broken, I'll get it!" Zhiyuan intends to come out.

"No, no, no! You don't care! You go in, you go in! I'll get it! The old horse pretended to be fine, pushed Zhiyuan in, then closed the door of Zhiyuan's house, and went straight to the gate by himself, closing the sluice.

Lao Ma has dealt with countless strange things in the village in his life, and the methods in his mind are the same as the tracks under the train - there are many ways. After closing the sluice, he thought to himself: "You wild monkey, I can't cure you!" Then he sat down on the sofa with a relaxed face and folded arms. The mood suddenly relaxed, as if the unhappiness of the day had dissipated.

The boy in the bathroom is taking a shower, and the water has stopped! What a surprise! I was so angry that I quickly wiped it dry, changed my clothes, picked up my schoolbag, and went straight to the gate. When passing by the living room, the ancestors and grandchildren looked at each other, the sparks rubbed the sparks, and the hatred was hateful!