"Comrade Wenjun, look at this ......"

Song Wenjun gave him a slightly calm look, and said to Wen Chunsheng, who had already come out, "Old branch secretary, where are you at home?" These two are from the provincial city and work in the same system as Yunting. ”

Lu Yunting?

Wen Chunsheng stood stiffly in the courtyard, at a loss.

"Director Luo looked for the second uncle yesterday, and I wanted to come to the old branch secretary again in the evening, but since I met, let's come and talk together."

Talk about.

Song Wenjun is not the previous Song Wenjun, she can handle it at will, now she has 800 hearts, does he think he has a long life? Take the initiative to give away heads?

"Hehe, it turned out to be Yunting's colleague, I have other things, you guys have fun."

said that he returned to the house, and pretended to be deaf and dumb no matter how Lu Youshan called it.

Song Wenjun couldn't help laughing, "Second uncle, it's a big tide today, aren't you going to catch the sea?" Make money with your own hands, and spend it comfortably. ”

One sentence exposed his purpose of following Luo Zifeng, and the angry old man spat at the stars and flew around.

"Song Wenjun, you are bad, wait for Yunting to come back and clean you up, little prostitute, I'm angry."

Lu Youshan left in a hurry, and Song Wenjun shrugged helplessly.

"Let Director Luo laugh, they all said that the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, Lu Yunting is very unlucky, and he has relatives who have three wrong views."

"Comrade Wenjun, you handled it very well, break it when it should be broken, stand when it should be established, if it were me, I would definitely not be able to pull down my face, so I could only let him mess around."

"Don't talk about it, let's go around the fields quickly, and then I'll take you to the sea."

There was nothing to see in the field, and if she wanted to test the composition of the soil, she could buy some reagents and figure it out.

You can't let Luo Zifeng come to visit, right? She directly took the person to the highest part of the island, pointed to the nameless island in the distance and said, "Has Director Luo been to the island over there?" ”

Yes?

It was expected that he would go to that island tomorrow, and Song Wenjun suddenly asked what was this for?

"Not ...... yet"

"Oh, let's go down, it's windy here."

Luo Zifeng looked confused, what do you mean? Tired snoring and wheezing, and left before it was a minute?

He didn't know that Song Wenjun was deliberately tricking him, and at the moment she was planning in her heart, whether she could let Luo Zifeng take her to that island.

Thinking about it, it must not work, that island is extremely mysterious, anyone who lands on the island must have registered in advance, and the background investigation has long been clear.

"Let's go, go to the sea!"

It's really addictive to catch the sea.

Luo Zifeng and Xiao Zhang are both rushing to the sea for the first time, after the sea water recedes, the bare beach has fine sand, and stepping on it with bare feet is like stepping on cotton, without worrying about being scratched by stones.

Interestingly, many clams hidden in the sand will be felt by the feet first, and they will be pulled out to see that they are fat and big.

"The island people are outstanding and the climate is pleasant, and after the development in the future, it will definitely be rich."

"Director Luo is far-sighted, and the only shortcoming is that it is too trendy."

This is indeed a big problem, but the two of them didn't feel the dampness of the futon last night, and listened to the waves crashing on the shore in the dead of night, curing Luo Zifeng's insomnia for more than ten years.

Experiencing the fun of catching the sea, the two almost picked up more than ten catties of clams, before the high tide, the three came to a beach, and someone lined up to hand over the picked up seafood to a young man.

"Director Luo, your clams are also sold, right?"

"How much does this sell for?"

I definitely can't finish eating, and I may not be able to sell it for a few dollars, the two of them looked at each other and smiled.

"Eighteen catties and four taels, one catty and eight cents, a total of ......"

Zhao Yang frowned for a long time, and Song Wenjun couldn't help but remind, "A piece of four cents and seven cents is two." ”

"Song, Song Wenjun?" Zhao Yang exclaimed.

(End of chapter)