Song Xiaosi, who is a big and difficult person, Jiang Xiaochi still has a headache. Thinking of this, he took out the succession document written by Bu Laosi from his arms and gave it to Director Huang: "Leader, I have no education, you can read and read more, do you count the succession documents that Bu Laosi wrote for me?" ”

At the mention of Xiao Si, Song Lao Er's face immediately became a little solemn, and he looked at Director Huang with a straight face.

Director Huang took the two documents seriously and looked at them, nodded and said, "There are two documents, not a sale, and the succession is reasonable." (At that time, I didn't understand the policy, and Director Huang could call the shots in my story, and Director Huang said that it was reasonable.) ）

Jiang Xiaochi: "So, Song Xiaosi can follow me in the future?" ”

Director Huang: "Can you be the master of the family?" ”

Jiang Xiaochi: "My grandmother said that in the future, I will recruit a son-in-law, and I will also be the top of the family, and I can do this." ”

Director Huang reprimanded: "Nonsense! If you raise other people's children at the top of your household, how old are you. You ask people if their children are willing, who doesn't want to be with their parents. ”

Song Xiaosi heard Director Huang's words, and hurriedly fell into Jiang Xiaochi's arms: "Leader, I won't go home." When I got home, my mother not only beat me, but also didn't give me food, and maybe she would sell me one day. ”

Jiang Xiaochi was also stubborn: "Brother Song Xiaosi is here, and we are also good for Xiaosi." I don't want her to go home and live a hard life again. Besides, we live in the front and back yards, even if Xiao Si thinks about it, he can watch it when he sees the sky. ”

Director Huang nodded helplessly: "It's good if you have your own ideas." As long as you have the paperwork in your hand, even if Song Xiaosi's parents regret it, as long as you don't agree, Song Xiaosi's parents have no right to take the child back. ”

Jiang Xiaochi: "I also have a saying about the trouble in the county commune?" ”

Director Huang nodded again.

Jiang Xiaochi put his heart back in his stomach at this time. Just looking at the name of the fair person Qian Jiang is not enough to deter, licking his face and saying: "Then can the leader help sign it, and if the parents of the fourth child really repent, I will return the fourth child to them." If they have no remorse and still want to sell Xiaosi, I will use the paperwork as Xiaosi's talisman. ”

Song Lao Er almost knelt down for Director Huang excitedly: "Leader, seeing that my sister is pitiful, you can help this time." I also have no other way, otherwise I can't let my little sister drag down the greedy girl. ”

Director Huang is also more difficult about this matter. The difficulty is still because Jiang Xiaochi is just a child. But after looking at the poor Song Xiaosi, he touched the weakness in his heart.

Director Huang knew that it was not appropriate for him to be the middleman, so he took out the official seal from the briefcase and stamped a bright red stamp on the position of the middleman. At the end, he wrote his name in the position of the notary: Huang Dahe.

Jiang Xiaochi held the paperwork and sighed with emotion: No wonder the pattern of life is different, people have a big river, their own small pool, and the tonnage is there, there is really a difference of 108,000 miles.

Everything was done, Jiang Xiaochi and the others greeted Qian Jiang and prepared to go back, and they didn't have the heart to stay at all.

The picture of going back is still not very harmonious: the thin Jiang Xiaochi is pushing a bicycle, Song Xiaosi is sitting in the front beam, and he is dragging useless food in the back; Song Lao Er's big straight is two halves of size, and his face is free to swing sideways on the bicycle; In front of the car and behind the car, none of Wang Er's lepers stepped forward to push the cart, and a few of them were like family guards gagging around Jiang Xiaochi, and they were busy for a while. In particular, the expressions of several people are extremely natural, and they feel that this arrangement is completely reasonable, and this is how they came.

Looking at the backs of several people, the clerk with a kind attitude was the first to wonder: "Director Huang, they bullied a girl so much, why didn't you say a word?" ”

Director Huang shook his face seriously and smiled: "I don't see it, when you don't see a meal, these young men all look at a little girl." ”

The clerk with a kind attitude rubbed his head: "The villagers are very evil, and it sounds like a story, do you take it seriously?" ”

Director Huang immediately lowered his face and preached: "One person reads people, two people read followers, three people read the public, what the villagers have seen with their own eyes can't be believed." That girl can pretend to be a thing in her heart, and she looks stupid and delicate in her heart, and she looks like she is doing big things. ”

The clerk with a kind attitude teased: "Director Huang, you are a bit individualistic, why do you have such a high evaluation of the little girl who has only seen one face, and you still want to solve the difficulties of other people's roosters and hens first." ”

Hearing this, Director Huang smiled heartily, and found a few villagers to make a record, except for the different degrees of exaggeration, the context of the matter is completely the same, what hand grenade, bare hands to subdue Bu Laosi, the depiction is quite wonderful.

The clerk with a good attitude was convinced, and the two turned around and walked towards the brigade office.

It's really not peaceful here in Sweetwater Village, all the communes have been on the phone, and the affairs of Jiang Xiaochi have already spread in Sweetwater Village.

Before they reached the village, a group of villagers waited at the entrance of the village. The gloomy Song Lao was squeezed into the corner, and he kept listening to the count.

"I said Song Laozhuan, your family is one of the best in the village, why can't you catch it, and you want to sell your daughter to poke your back?"

Song Laozhuan didn't think that Bu Laosi was such a master, originally a good thing, but now the child came back and didn't say it, there was no hot food, and he wanted Song Laozhuan to take it out, Song Laozhuan was distressed.

Even more ugly than Song Lao's face is Jiang Dawu. Glaring at Song Laoshuo, his liver hurt.

Now the conditions are hard, but this is not enough to eat, right? That's patriarchy! Song Lao's family conditions are among the best in the village, and he can also rank first in the village if he works hard and complains, and his family's income is high, but he can't figure out how to raise children.

If the older children don't give them enough food, they don't say anything, and they will be scolded when they see the sky.

As the saying goes, "a chicken that can't hold up, a dog that can't starve", Song Xiaosi was raised as a dog in the eyes of outsiders.

But when it comes to patriarchy, Song Lao Er is not having a good time at home. Xin Qi is a handle, otherwise Song Lao Er might not be able to tell what happened to Song Lao Tie!

The villagers chattered for a while, Jiang Dawu knocked the cigarette bag pot and finally said angrily: "I said Song Lao, it's quite a big person who doesn't make people worry about it every day!" It's better to look back at the little four, don't see the sky, because the child makes people poke the backbone in the back. ”

Song Laozhuan was slightly embarrassed: "Captain Jiang, isn't this a family difficulty?" There are three boys waiting to say kiss, but there is no way to force it. ”

Jiang Dawu scolded angrily: "Your second child is comfortable at home, right?" If it weren't for Bu Laosi's accident, wouldn't you have to sell your son if you sold your daughter on the front foot and your son on the back foot! ”

The cigarette pouch and pot in Jiang Dawu's hand slammed: "The face of Tianshui Village will be lost by the two of you." In Wangtun next door, the mobile red flag has been hung for two years, and our village has not even looked at a shadow. Finally, all the members of the club tightened their belts, got up early and were busy in the field, and finally wanted to be set up as an advanced model. ”