Jiang Xiaochi nodded with satisfaction and spit out two words: "It's okay!" ”

Qian Jiang's lungs were about to explode, but he didn't dare to answer, he wanted to ask Director Huang to ask questions quickly, and he would have to provide dinner for dinner after a while.

The two clerks next to Director Huang heard Jiang Xiaochi say "It's okay", and hurriedly spread out the paper and pen, and only Jiang Xiaochi didn't understand Qianjiang's face.

Director Huang knew that Qian Jiang was worried, and took the lead in asking, "Comrade Jiang Xiaochi, now you can tell me how you found out about the things in Bu Laosi's West House." ”

Jiang Xiaochi looked at Qian Jiang and looked at Qian Jiang's face.

Qian Jiang pretended to glare: "Look at what I'm doing, what do I say, no matter what, the credit for catching Bu Laosi will be credited to you." ”

Jiang Xiaochi was not in the mood to put on such a big hat, Director Huang just wanted Qian Jiang to avoid it, Jiang Xiaochi immediately said knowingly: "I and Da Shunzi Song Lao Er and they rushed away."

In this way, it seems that Jiang Xiaochi has nothing to do with this credit.

A few people wondered, why is it different from the villagers' biography? How is it that the heroic deeds of subduing the reactionaries like chivalrous agents are downplayed?

Jiang Xiaochi was worried that what he said was too wrong, and after a simple play, Director Huang simply asked himself again, and he didn't know anything. found that the things in Westinghouse were smelled by the nose, and the life-and-death struggle with Bu Laosi was also encouraged by Qian Jiang's courage.

Director Huang shook his head annoyedly, thinking that this half-grown child was really a good mallet, and he must have been induced. glared at Qian Jiang, Qian Jiang was frightened.

Qian Jiang was a little blindsided by Jiang Xiaochi, and seeing a few changes in the eyes of the county commune investigation team, this was a bit aftertaste.

"Director Huang, the girl said it. He did not do the right thing to buy and sell children, and my duty is right. The reason why the child has the courage to fight against the hostile elements is all due to his own political consciousness and the influence of Jiang Dalin's martyr's words and deeds. ”

Qian Jiang: "I can swear to the red flag, Jiang Xiaochi can say this, it is all the consciousness of other people's children, but it is really not arranged by himself in advance." ”

Hearing Qian Jiang's words, Director Huang nodded with satisfaction: "We will learn about Comrade Jiang Xiaochi's heroic deeds first, and then you will explain to us the previous matter of Bu Laosi's sale and sale of children." ”

Qian Jiang is most afraid of mentioning this, it is the lives of the two children who are lost under his nose, no matter how big the top hat Jiang Xiaochi deducts for himself, he can't take off this mistake. It was quite beautiful to be praised just now, and after looking back, I felt that I was being tricked by a little girl.

As for how to deal with Bu Laosi, Jiang Xiaochi didn't care at all, and he didn't care about whether he had merit or not, he was serious about going home. Hard work to get rich, the path of one's own life struggle is there, what heroes are not heroes, they are all floating clouds, and they are floating clouds.

The clerk with a kind attitude, holding a small pen with a hero card, waved a quick book on it, and things were roughly sorted out an outline. handed it to Director Huang to look at, and Director Huang nodded, expressing great satisfaction.

This is nothing to do with Jiang Xiaochi, people come from afar, but they are not just here to learn about the heroic deeds of a rural girl. Jiang Xiaochi finished his speech, glanced at the commune canteen and said that he was leaving.

Qian Jiang knew that Jiang Xiaochi was worried about the bud rice flour cakes that the master had taken away, so no matter how awkward he was, he still asked people to wrap a few more bud rice flour cakes for Jiang Xiaochi to bring.

Dealing with big people, Jiang Xiaochi was stunned, thinking that the opportunity was rare, so he still said the little Jiujiu in his heart. "Leader, did you just say that you helped solve the family's difficulties?"

Director Huang was curious, and tried her best to clear up the relationship, and this time she finally opened her mouth to get to the point.

Director Huang nodded, and waited for Jiang Xiaochi's lion to open his mouth. "You just have to open your mouth, think about it, as long as it is reasonable, the government will try its best to help you solve it."

Jiang Xiaochi didn't turn around at all when he spoke, anyway, he was set up there, so it was better to go straight. "My milk is not in good health, I want a hen that lays eggs, and I will give my milk a boiled egg every day to replenish my body."

Director Huang was very surprised by this request, and thought that a rural girl would open her mouth to ask for some food or something, but she didn't want to open her mouth but only lay eggs. Unconsciously glanced at Jiang Xiaochi, who had the aura of the martyr's bereaved family, again.

Jiang Xiaochi felt that he was not asking too much, and he would definitely not be refused. Thinking that the chickens in the space will have a provenance in the future, Jiang Xiaochi has the beauty in his heart.

Director Huang nodded: "Are there any other difficulties besides this?" "The matter of an old hen, I don't have to report to the organization when I go back, I can call the shots, I really worry about the stupid girl in front of me. It's almost like saying: have a bigger appetite.

Other requirements, Jiang Xiaochi also really has: "If you can, please trouble the government to send me another rooster." The hen gives birth to chicks, so that my milk will not only have eggs to eat in the future, but also chicken soup to drink. ”

Jiang Xiaochi really doesn't have any other ideas, how to eat and drink well is the most important thing. In this way, not only can you eat eggs and drink chicken soup openly, but you don't have to worry about the origin of space things, and it is easy to explain if you can't eat them and sell them. Jiang Xiaochi secretly made up his mind: the pheasants are kept for his own consumption, and the domestic ones are sold. Song Xiaosi can also raise a personal appearance with himself this time.

The clerk with a kind attitude panicked for Jiang Xiaochi and reminded: "Is it really the wish of two chickens?" You can think again. ”

Rethink? If you can't get a pennant to send it to Sweetwater Village, you can't even see a chicken feather.

But Jiang Xiaochi understands that he is worried about his elm head. Shaking his head, he pretended to meditate: "My dad said when he was alive that it is better to give a fish to someone than to give it ......"

Director Huang reminded: "It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish." ”

Jiang Xiaochi slapped his thigh and pretended to have an epiphany: "That's right! That's what it means, anyway. Later, I had chickens of my own, chickens laid eggs, chickens that could not be eaten, and chickens that could not be eaten were endless, and there was nothing better for me. ”

Director Huang was extremely satisfied with Jiang Xiaochi's answer. How many communes reached out to the county to solve the problem, either asking for food, or asking for food. But a child knows the truth that hard work changes his life.

Pattern! is worthy of being the bereaved family of the martyrs, looking at the mountains and fields, the pattern of mind is really different. Although it looks ugly, isn't this the legendary beauty in the heart!

Director Huang immediately made a decision in his heart, he can make his own decisions about the two chickens, and it is best to have a few more. As for the last few chickens to get down from above, it's all up to you.

The kind-hearted clerk brushed the small brush, processed the quotations of the hero's sons and daughters a little, and wrote them down neatly in a notebook. Director Huang took the notebook and looked at it, and his whole eyebrows and eyes were forced to smile—satisfied.