The village chief is a lazy middle-aged man, and when he was young, he was also a dashing prodigal son, showing mercy everywhere. However, the good times did not last long, and when he poured wood, he hurt his life and became a waste, but fortunately, he left incense for him in the past. I don't know the woman's name, and I don't care what her identity is, under the persuasion of his family, in order to take care of the overall situation, he resolutely brought the woman home, everything was carried out under proper arrangement, he gained a good reputation, had a son, and became the youngest village chief in the history of the village, and the woman also changed from an ugly duckling to a white swan.

The weather is very hot at the moment, and although the villagers on the street are still dressed well, as long as you observe carefully, you can still capture that restless spring light.

The village chief chatted with the villagers, and he listened more carefully, listening to these people pour bitter water on him, talking about the difficulties of life and the misfortunes at home, and he always gave them rational answers with a smile on his face. After listening to all the people's complaints, he nodded slightly and ended the conversation, and strode towards the entrance of the village with the envelope, Zhang Lei's house is where his footsteps stopped today.

The widow was drying her clothes at the door, the sunset seemed to have a good impression of this beautiful woman, the hot sun was soft and warm on her, and the woman's colorful figure was so charming, the men passing by stopped for a while, and she had no worries about the *** eyes.

The village chief stopped, admiring the beautiful scenery for a long time, he wished he could have reacted, the years were gradually wearing away his unique nature as a man, and his numb body could not feel the warmth of the sun.

"No one has come back, has they?" Slowly, he came to the widow, and the village chief's tone was gentle, a little hoarse.

"Oh, it's all work, if you have something to do," said the widow, and put all her dry clothes on her body, and turned back to her room.

The village chief sat at the door, smoking a cigarette silently without saying a word, Zhang Lei looked at the village chief on the far steps, and after hesitating, he thought about what his father said before, and forced a smile and walked over.

"Village chief, you're here" Zhang Lei finished speaking, and sat on the side, so that the cement floor was wet when the widow was drying clothes.

The village chief nodded, not saying a word, and the two smoked silently, not looking at each other.

Zhang Lie hurried over, and when the village chief saw someone coming, he stood up and patted his buttocks, and greeted him with a smile: "What are you busy with?" Why did you come back, I am about to sit on this concrete floor" Holding Zhang Lie's hand, the village chief was overjoyed.

Zhang Lie smiled and said in a calm tone: "You should inform me, and you don't have to sit outside this house for a long time, why don't you wait in this house?" Glancing at Zhang Lei coldly, the two of them entered the back room after a few simple greetings.

"I haven't seen him for a few days, Zhang Lei has a little more manhood, just now the two of us chatted outside, it is not difficult to see that he has grown a lot," the village chief said, lit a cigarette, picked up the envelope and put it on his chest.

Zhang Lei didn't speak from beginning to end, his eyes looked directly at the envelope. I've been waiting for this stuff for too long,

"Go and bring up the old wine downstairs, and have a good drink with the village chief today" After Zhang Lie finished speaking, Zhang Lei quickly got up.

This wine has been placed downstairs, the age is long, my father regards it as a treasure, Zhang Lei has not drunk much, it can't be cheap for people like the village chief, and then found a few empty bottles, poured out half of them, and then returned upstairs with the wine cans.

The village chief is a good wine person, to put it bluntly, the purpose of coming today is also for this sip, seeing Zhang Lei pouring a full wine glass, he hurriedly picked up a fine tasting.

Zhang Lei smoked a cigarette and didn't say a word. After drinking a glass, the village chief took Zhang Lie's cigarette and continued to swallow the clouds, his little finger slightly upturned, and his eyes squinted in obsession.

After drinking, he didn't talk nonsense, and the village chief wandered around the house, saying that he was a little anxious to digest and digest the drink.

The father followed closely behind, and quietly closed the door of his bedroom while the village chief was not paying attention.

"I said, brother, why do you still have a broken shotgun here?" The village chief said, still unable to put the envelope in his hand.

Zhang Lie walked in front of him and looked at it, this is not something from his own house, and after thinking about it carefully, it seems that this thing was put here by Wang Qiu's kid, and I heard that it was dug out of the ground.

"What, can you dig this thing out of the ground?" The village chief's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly picked up the shotgun to take a good look.

This is an old-fashioned shotgun, which was also a very lethal treasure back then, the body of the gun is not damaged, it is still intact, even if it has been buried in the ground for many years, the pattern on it is still clearly visible.

"If you like it, take it, it's useless to put it here anyway, it still takes up space"

"What's so embarrassing about that?" The village chief put the shotgun on the table and put the envelope on his chest,

"Then I have to throw it away," Zhang Lie said, and before his hand touched the body of the gun, he was snatched away by the village chief.

"I can't do it! Now the village committee is also in short supply of shotguns, so I'll take them back and find someone to repair them and still use them, so I'll hand them over to the village committee."

"Let's take this wine back today, I quit drinking, and Zhang Lei and Zhang Liang don't drink either" Zhang Lei watched his father respectfully put the wine jug in front of the village chief. Zhang Lie's face still maintained the same smile as when he entered the door.

"Oops...... You're polite," the village chief placed the envelope on the table, holding a shotgun in one hand and a flask in the other.

"You see, I forgot the purpose of coming here, the news above has come down, and I will come to pick up Zhang Lei in three days, that letter is actually used by me to fan the wind, and your house is too hot. Let's get ready," the village chief said, turning to leave. Zhang Lie motioned for Zhang Lei to send it to the village chief, but he stood in place, coldly looking at the empty envelope on the table without saying a word.

"You two are really able to bear it, if you change me, you have already turned your face with him, are you still human, how many things has he taken in the past few days? I almost moved all the beds for you! The widow didn't know when she came out, and he saw the scene just now clearly, and the greedy and shameful face of the village chief remained unchanged.

"He's dead, he's not a man, we don't beat women," Zhang Lei came back, lit a cigarette and put the envelope in his pocket.

"You can do whatever you want for the rest of the time, finish your wish and do what you need to do, and leave no regrets," Zhang Lie finished speaking, and went back to the room directly.

Before Zhang Lei could answer, Wang Qiu's father staggered in, looking at today's posture, it should be to win money playing cards today.

"Village chief? In my eyes, he is a fart, and I also mixed up with the village chief that day, he really lost the face of our limelight village, there is no good thing in this village committee, a group of short-lived ghosts. Xiao Lei, don't worry, uncle doesn't have any other skills, you know this cooking skill, I will definitely get you a good meal before leaving, so that your good friends will come to be lively."

Although my uncle is lazy and doesn't do his job, this cooking skill is really amazing, especially this fish cooking skill, it's simply amazing, if he didn't rely on this cooking skill at the beginning, he really couldn't take the arrogant aunt at that time.

Zhang Lei thanked his uncle, and felt a little more comfort in his heart, at least he had wine and meat when he left.

"That's all you have left, and if you get drunk and delay things, you'll spend the rest of your life on your own!" The aunt walked up to the uncle, lit the rickety cigarette in his mouth, and turned to leave, but looked at the widow again.

On weekdays, my uncle talks a lot, especially when he drinks alcohol, which is simply an enlarged version of Wang Qiu. Seeing that his emotions are high now, he may not know when to speak, but fortunately, his uncle's attention is not on him, and he is all hooked by the widow who has nothing to do on the side, so he can take the first step.