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The faint sunlight pierced through the edges and sprinkled on the cactus on the table, the originally vague silk rhizomes and raised ball thorns immediately became clear, and the faint sunlight attached to this soft green, Xue Xiang, who had been tired for a long time, also felt that his heart was suddenly relaxed.

Today is the 3rd of November, and it has been more than two months since the day of cutting millet in the plum garden. That unlucky day, Xue Xiang will never forget. Originally, Comrade Zhenhua was going to communicate with the elder about Xu Zigan's duties, but when Xue Xiang arrived, the two had already communicated. Xue Xiang crashed into this one move too much, not to mention the criticism of the elder, and let Zhenhua get a free labor.

You say that you will work hard, Xue Xiang is young, strong, hard, and hard, but Comrade Zhenhua was afraid that he would be pulled by the elder to cut grain next time, so he handed over a large piece of field to Xue Xiang, let him settle it in one fell swoop, and said that he would come to check it later. Rao is Xue Xiang's ability and strength, martial arts and bravery, and what he learned in his life, when he finished cutting that piece of field, it was already the time when the willows were on the moon.

At that time, when the last clump of millet was cut, Xue Xiang only felt that this thick waist was no longer his own, and immediately fell into the field, never wanted to get up again, lay in the field, looked at the bright moon and the starry sky for a long time, and did not wait for Comrade Zhenhua to come to check, as soon as he got up, he saw a guard carrying a small bamboo basket over. Xue Xiang took a look, it was half a basket of nests and a bottle of water, and he urgently asked where Zhenhua was.

The guard replied that the elder and the chief Zhenhua had gone out after returning from the field, and that he had been instructed by the elder to send the head and water to Xue Xiang when he finished his work in the field. In addition, the elder asked him to change the word, saying that Xue Xiang was welcome to come again when he harvested next autumn!

After Xue Xiang listened, his handsome face immediately turned green, he lifted the bamboo basket, and his long legs were sore and swollen, and he secretly made up his mind that he would not come here alone in the future.

Of course, Xue Xiang didn't work in vain this time, at least Xu Zigan learned from him for the first time that his big thing had been accomplished!

September 5th. Xue Xiang did it in Guangrenmen!

On September 8th, Xue Xiang bid farewell to An Zaihai on Chang'an Street!

Since then, Xue Xiang has been honestly reading and studying, plus familiar with the work of the Youth League Committee, and of course, he has to cook a sumptuous dinner for the family every day. But a good life is always too fast, he just finished getting familiar with the work process of the Youth League Committee, and went to the Propaganda Department in charge to say a few words. The slap came over.

No, Xue Xiang piled up two stacks of Wen Jiàn on his desk, one stack was more than one foot, and the other was half a foot high. The one that was more than one foot was what Xue Xiang spent three and a half days to read, and the half foot was high. I was preparing to see it. It was already half past three in the afternoon, and he had spent all his time in this pile of essays in the past few days.

Because these texts are the slaps that Zhang Jinsong swung over!

It turned out that when Xue Xiang spoke to the Propaganda Department that day, Zhang Jinsong shouted at the staff of the Propaganda Department to welcome him. After Xue Xiang spoke, as soon as he returned to the office and did not sit down, the four staff members sent a bunch of papers, saying that they asked Secretary Xue to approve it, and the ministry was waiting for it.

A few small staff members sent the text jiàn, and dared to add the sentence "The ministry is waiting to be used". Where are the subordinates urging the superiors, the meaning is self-evident, not to mention, no matter how stupid Xue is, he always knows what this stack of more than ten catties of text means.

This is**naked dismounting, which means to tell him Xue someone unmistakably: Don't you want to take care of things, let you take care of it! You'll take care of everything! Tired can't kill you!

But it was said that Xue Xiang received these more than ten catties of text. did not pretend, nor did he follow his stubborn temperament in the past to mingle in the market, and took revenge, rushed over to find trouble with Zhang Jinsong, but left all the Wen Jiàn with a smile, and politely sent the few staff out. Because he plans to use his real skills to smooth out these thorns, after all, this is officialdom, and the fight is not a fist, nor does it only rely on scheming, the important thing is that you have to have real skills.

Yes, although Xue Xiang had the means to make Zhang Jinsong bow his head, he chose the most difficult one.

In the past few days, he has been immersed in dealing with these texts, and there are no less than hundreds of thousands of words in his eyes, thanks to Xue Xiang's life sitting on the cold bench for more than ten years, the writing kung fu and bench skills have been practiced early, although not to say that he can see ten lines at a glance, but it is an eye-catching typo, and the unsmooth literature and science have almost not escaped his eyes.

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Xue Xiang stared at the golden-dyed cactus, relaxed his sour eyes slightly, calmed his mind, and then buried his head in the attack on the desk. The sun rises and sets, the moon rises and the moon disappears, it is another day and a night, when the east wind sky is faintly white, Xue Xiang rises a lazy waist, opens the door of the office, walks to the railing, and looks at the western sky, but sees a touch of red xia on the edge of the sky, faintly expanding, and before long, the red glow tears out a hollow, slowly revealing a thick red halo, and then the hollow is getting bigger and bigger, and finally, brushing it, jumping out of a new sun.

The red sun was born, its way was bright, and under the golden mang, Xue Xiang let out a long howl, and played Tai Chi in the corridor.

Squatting, leaning, turning the waist, and holding the tail, Xue Xiang's Tai Chi is extremely light, very soft, but extremely smart. But seeing him suddenly shine his wings, brush it, and jump to the railing, this is already the third floor, more than ten meters away from the bottom of the building, and there is no lawn downstairs, but a cement floor.

But Xue Xiang was not afraid at all, the faster he fought, the more he struck, the mane of a wild horse was divided into a few meters, and then he stepped on the fence with one foot, and then played a type of bird tail, and then waved the pipa, a single whip, and a cloud hand, like the wind...... Xue Xiang played faster and faster, and the twenty-four styles of Tai Chi were repeatedly played by him, not according to the routine, the moves were as he pleased, but there was no stagnation at all, but it was mellow and smooth.

Suddenly, Xue Xiang made another move with the white crane's bright wings, and his body actually fell from the railing on the third floor. Xue Xiang's face did not change, he grabbed the tail of the bird, hooked the railing on the second floor, borrowed the force, his body suddenly condensed, and then pressed his left palm on the wall, and the other fell down, and fell to the ground steadily.

It turned out that Fang Cai was not a mistake at all, but a method for Xue to go downstairs quickly.

After staying up for a day and a night, playing a set of boxing, his spirit was shining, but his stomach was empty, and he was troublesome to go downstairs. If he didn't dare to do this on weekdays, it wasn't that he was afraid of shocking the world, but he had to pay attention to the impact, after all, he was now in the eunuch journey, and he still had to pay attention to his manners.

Xue came downstairs, went straight to the canteen, and when he arrived at the canteen, he made eight buns and half a catty of porridge, and ate them while walking. To say that the college students at this time, the welfare is excellent, not to mention the distribution of graduation packages, and the school still pays the money for studying, and the school also gives subsidies and food stamps every month. And at this time, the university cafeteria never wanted to scrape oil on the students, and the welfare nature was extremely heavy.

Xue Xiangda's eight buns, all of which weigh half a catty, are filled with pork and cabbage, with fatty meat filling and chili oil, fragrant and spicy, and the taste is naturally excellent. Eight buns, half a catty of porridge, before they got out of the cafeteria, all Xue Xiang wiped out this glutton.

After breakfast, Xue Xiang estimated that he had already gotten up for a few hours, so he returned to the office and hung up the phone at home. Because he worked overtime all night last night, but he forgot to call home, and he happened to report his safety this morning. The call was answered by the little guy, as if he guessed that it was Xue Xiang's call, and without waiting for Xue Xiang to speak, he called out the "big guy".

The little guy's mouth is sticky, as if he is brushing his teeth, and his glutinous voice is very good. Now the little guy is seven years old, in the first grade, although he is still coquettish, but not as clingy as before. Xue Xiang didn't return overnight, and the little guy didn't make much fuss, he just said that Xue Xiang remembered to have breakfast and buy some red fruits in the evening, so he hung up the phone.

After Xue Xiang finished the call, he lay down on the bed, with his energy, he didn't sleep all night and didn't feel tired. It's just that right now, the mountain of Wen Jiàn has been dealt with, and his heart seems to have suddenly disappeared, and he is even relaxed, lying on the bed, turning his body a few times, and just falling asleep.

Bang bang bang!

There was a sudden knock on the door, and when Xue Xiang opened his eyes, he was full of smiles, as if he heard something happy from the hurried knocking on the door.

The door opened, but it was Zhang Jinsong who was pestled outside the door, and sent Wen Jiàn over to four staff members that day.

"Secretary Xue, close the door and sleep in broad daylight, I'm afraid this is not the work style and mental outlook that young leaders should have, right?" Zhang Jinsong looked at Xue Xiang with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Speaking of which, at the meeting that day, Zhang Jinsong was picked off the horse by Xue Xiang, and was reprimanded by Zhou Zhenglong, and he also inspected the department in public at the Youth League Committee meeting at the end of the month. Then, Zhang Jinsong was indeed honest and cautious for a while.

But during this time, Xue Xiang was actually immersed in reading books and reading the information of the Youth League Committee, and he was not in a hurry to take power in the Propaganda Department, but let Zhang Jinsong relieve himself.

Without waiting for Xue Xiang to answer, Zhang Jinsong said again: "Secretary Xue, let's put down the issue of your work style first, but the work of the Propaganda Department cannot be delayed" You are a young comrade, and you are a newcomer, and you really don't know the importance of propaganda work. I would like to ask, why have you not seen the articles handed over to you for review by the comrades, this issue of the magazine of our Propaganda Department is still waiting to be published, and the selected articles have been submitted to you, you will never tell us, you haven't finished reading it yet, right? ”

After speaking, Zhang Jinsong deliberately staggered a step, as if he had a code, and immediately the four staff members behind him all shouted and followed the noise, this said that the typesetting couldn't wait, and the other said that he was waiting for Secretary Xue's instructions to make a propaganda board, and Xue Xiang wanted to go to the Youth League Committee office to ask for office funds......

The four guys were very good at complimenting, and they connected Zhang Jinsong's words so well that Xue Xiang didn't have a chance to interject.

However, Xue Xiang didn't want to interject at all, he has never been the kind of temperament who only gets bullied and doesn't fight back. Now that he has made up his mind to fight back, he naturally doesn't want to talk to these guys.

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