In the past few days, Xu Fugui has been busy again, in addition to being busy drying millet, it is to check the harvest situation in Xujia Village, and these data need to be put in the work report.

In addition to collecting data, more efforts were made to entertain party secretaries and leaders from all over the world.

It's not a big deal for the branch secretary in other places, everyone is at the same level, and no one can control anyone, so it doesn't hurt to give a good meal, smile on your face, and talk about your work experience if it's pleasing to the eye.

If it is not pleasing to the eye, it can be perfunctory, and he thinks that he is not a broad-minded person.

The village party secretary can be perfunctory, but the leaders and superiors from above are naturally perfunctory, these leaders come from all sides, Xu Fugui naturally wants to entertain them well and be familiar with them.

These leaders also have a very good attitude, smiling kindly, and often patting him on the shoulder to show goodwill.

Halfway through, Du Yuzhi and Zhong Shouzheng also took time to come over, followed by a large group of leading groups, and this formation stunned everyone in Xujia Village, and they didn't dare to get too close to this group of people.

However, they have a relationship with Rong, so many villages, only they Xujia Village can get the patronage of so many leaders, and going out is also a matter of conversation.

But whether it should be said or not, Xujiacun is indeed quite famous in Yunxi County now.

Because Yunxi County publicized Xujia Village as a typical example of renovation and construction, and even sent the report to the above areas, and even spread the name of Xu Fugui to the ears of more people.

As if they had discussed, this group of people concentrated on observing the work in the past few days, and after five or six days, Xu Fugui breathed a sigh of relief.

It is worth mentioning that Xu Fugui brought everything with him in the past few days, and explained to him by the way when he was working, so that he could have a better understanding of the work of the branch secretary, and also made other branch secretary leaders familiar with him.

He didn't forget that Du Yuzhi said that he wanted Lai Shun to take over his branch secretary, Lai Shun's nerves were a little big, and while he was still in the village, let him adapt to the work first.

In the next transformation work, Xu Fugui will hand over part of it to Lai Shun to be responsible, and he will just check it on the side.

After dinner in the evening, I sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, smoked a cigarette, took a cold shower, and then returned to my room, lit the tung oil lamp, and perfected my work report.

"Dad, are you writing again?" Feng Xia, who had taken a bath, didn't know when she would come in, wearing a pale pink dress with soap fragrance, and her sideburns hair was slightly wet.

Jiazhen followed her with a wooden comb and scolded, "Fengxia, don't bother your father." ”

Xu Fugui smiled, snuffed out the burning cigarette in his hand, put Feng Xia on his lap, and continued to think about the report.

"Dad, I can also write, can I help you write?" Feng Xia put her arms around his neck, staring at him with big sparkling eyes.

Xu Fugui shook his head, "Feng Xia is good, when Feng Xia is in the senior year, I will let you help me write." ”

"What grade is the senior year?"

"Junior high school."

"Huh? Then I have to go to the third, fourth, and fifth grades before I can go to junior high school. ”

At present, the primary school is a five-year system, and after completing the fifth grade, you can go to junior high school with the recommendation of the village.

Xu Fugui touched her hair and talked to her casually, most of his thoughts were on the work report of the branch secretary in his hand.

He looked at the words he wrote and frowned, "Fengxia, why is my father's writing so ugly?" ”

Feng Xia glanced at it and stuck out her tongue, "I can't even recognize what my father wrote." ”

Xu Fugui's face was full of black lines, but he couldn't refute it, what Feng Xia said was indeed the truth.

Although he had studied in a private school, he had not studied it seriously for a day, and the words he wrote were naturally a mess.

And he was used to using simplified characters in his previous life, and now he is back to the era of writing traditional characters, which makes him uncomfortable, not to mention that he can write words well, it would be good to be able to write words correctly.

Every time I read Yuzhi and read his report, my brows furrowed as if it was a very torturous thing.

Xu Fugui also regretted that he should have studied seriously when he went to a private school at that time, and it was best to go to a night school in the city for a while.

Although Mr. Private School taught the traditional Four Books and Five Classics, it was not completely useless, and he really wrote a good hand, so he should have studied it at that time.

Thinking of this, Xu Fugui planned to put the plan of night school to the front, take the lead himself, and let Xujiacun study together at night.

"What do you want?" Jiazhen held a towel in her hand, rubbed her wet hair, and asked casually when she saw that she was in a trance.

Xu Fugui sighed, "The culture is too low? ”

"Who has a low culture?"

"I'm low in culture."

Jiazhen sat next to him and glanced at him curiously, "Why did you suddenly say this." ”

A faint fragrance came, Xu Fugui couldn't help but feel a little restless in his heart, and gently hugged her waist, "No matter what kind of work, you have to be cultural, Jiazhen, will you teach me to write in the future?" I'll go buy a few more books and come back, and we'll study together. ”

Jiazhen's eyes lit up, and she nodded happily, she already liked to read, and seeing that her man was interested in culture, she naturally supported it.

The next second, she looked down at his big hand and patted him angrily, "It's not serious, I don't think about it in my head day by day." ”

Xu Fugui smiled, "I can't help it, I can't help it." ”

"Dad, mother!"

Youqing suddenly ran in, and when he saw Feng Xia sitting on his lap, he immediately asked Feng Xia to hug him.

Jiazhen touched Youqing's vest and said softly: "Don't run, I just took a shower, I'm sweating again, it's time to sleep." ”

Youqing shook his head and raised the palm-long wooden knife in his hand high, "Don't sleep, I still have to play." ”

said that they didn't sleep, but they played crazy for a day, and after a while, Feng Xia and Youqing shrank in their arms and fell asleep peacefully.

Jiazhen held a pu fan in her hand and slowly fanned them, driving away the mosquitoes around her from time to time.

There are not many mosquitoes in the house, and Xu Fugui usually smokes mosquitoes with raw smoke.

The so-called raw smoke is a kind of grass leaf here, which will emit a lot of white smoke after it is half-cooked and lit, and the mosquito repellent effect is very good.

It's late, it seems that the clouds are very thick tonight, it's pitch black outside, there is not a star in sight, the bright moon has disappeared without a trace, the cool breeze is howling in the mountains, and Xujia Village is completely quiet.

Xu Fugui put down the pen, shook his hand and neck, looked at Feng Xia who was sleeping in his arms, and couldn't help but smile.

Feng Xia still sleeps the same as when she was a child, very quiet, and obedient like a kitten.

Youqing is different, the sleeping position is strange, and from time to time he suddenly stretches out his hand and kicks his foot.

Place the two children on the bed and pull down the mosquito net to prevent mosquitoes from entering.

Xu Fugui glanced at Jiazhen, opened his hands, Jiazhen bowed his head a little shyly, but he still threw himself into his arms, and the few clothes fell off one by one.

The big light of the tung oil lamp illuminates the corner of the house, and the figures on the wall flicker for a long time.

(End of chapter)