"The official in our village is back, and he hasn't washed his pants last time, so I'm causing trouble for your father and me again."

Zhang lame threw the leg of the chair on the ground, sat directly on the table where the village committee was meeting, and stared at him with a playful face: "You don't remember to eat or eat." ”

Zhou Yunfeng smiled faintly, walked to his office position, took out the broken enamel tea jar from the cabinet below, poured a full cup and poured it down, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Pour another full glass, turn around and lean against the table, staring at the cripple while drinking water.

"Cripple Zhang, keep smashing, come, smash my desk here, and the speaker microphone of the village committee, just smash it."

Zhang was stunned.

Something is wrong!

According to Zhou Yunfeng's usual urine, when he came in and saw him smashing things, he should be so nervous that he couldn't speak clearly, and he turned out the "Civil Law", "Criminal Law", and "Public Security Administration Punishment Regulations" for him to have a confidenceless legal education.

This made Zhang lame feel a little stunned.

The expected scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping did not appear, and the village committee was surprisingly quiet inside and out, and the villagers who watched the excitement felt a sense of disparity in their hearts.

With so many pairs of eyes staring, Zhang Cripple felt that his authority was being provoked, and more importantly, this was the "task" given to him by his uncle Li Dingwang, and he patted his chest and agreed.

Zhang Cripple jumped down from the conference table and limped to Zhou Yunfeng, he was short in stature, plus a disabled leg, his size was one head short of Zhou Yunfeng, and the picture was a bit funny.

With a bang, Zhang Cripple used his waste leg to kick Zhou Yunfeng's desk far away, breaking the wooden board to the ground.

"Hey, lame brother is awesome......"

"It's so domineering, look at this upside-down grandson who dares to gasp in the village."

A few unemployed young people who were mixed with Zhang Cripple on weekdays arched the fire at the door.

Zhou Yunfeng calmly picked up the teapot and drank water: "Cripple Zhang, which one are you making trouble tonight?" ”

Zhang Cripple made an independent posture of the golden rooster and slapped his waste leg hard.

"Which one? You fucking poor households in the whole village can receive subsistence allowances, why can't Lao Tzu? ”

"You also know that the policy stipulates that it is a poor household, what kind of poor household are you Zhang Cripple? There are three imported motorcycles parked in your yard, and the small shop in the village is also run by your wife, and you are also entitled to subsistence allowance? ”

The muscles in the corners of Zhang's eyes twitched, and he glared at Zhou Yunfeng angrily: "The old branch secretary has signed, what's your business?" ”

Zhou Yunfeng's eyes were cold: "The old branch secretary is old and has a bad heart, and the mad dog at the entrance of the village can scare him enough to bark twice." Aren't you very capable? Let the boss give you approval, anyway, I can't sign it here. ”

"I'll do ......" Zhang Cripple roared hard, and the green tendons on his neck erupted.

The corner of Zhou Yunfeng's mouth sneered, is this in a hurry? The show hasn't been sung yet!

He walked slowly to the door and said to the villagers present:

"Folks, our Jiagou Village is a national designated poverty alleviation village, with 239 households in the village, 81 of which are poor households.

After Zhou Yunfeng finished speaking, the villagers below also nodded secretly, although Jiagou Village is a four-category area, but each household can receive 230 yuan per month, which is a lot, and the problem of firewood, rice, oil and salt has been solved.

Zhang Cripple seemed to sense what Zhou Yunfeng wanted to do, so he hurriedly ran over and pointed at Zhou Yunfeng with a red face:

"Zhou Yunfeng, you shut up Lao Tzu."

Zhou Yunfeng bypassed him and continued to the villagers: "However, if the leaders above know that there are black rats in our village, and they still receive the subsistence allowance even if they do not meet the conditions of poor households, what will be the consequences?" It will be ten or a hundred times more difficult for all poor households to get the subsistence allowance again than it is now. ”

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene was in an uproar.

Originally, they came to see the excitement, and it was none of their business who beat up Zhou Yunfeng and Zhang Cripple.

But now that this matter is related to their own interests, the wind direction is different.

"Zhou Yunfeng, you ......"

Before the lame man opened his mouth, a group of poor households poked the cripple and scolded:

"Cripple Zhang, if you dare to lose my subsistence allowance, I will go to your wife's shop every day to beg for food, and I will see how you do business."

"Cripple Zhang, you plagued thing, don't be evil, your family is the richest in the whole village, do you still have the face to get a subsistence allowance?"

"That is, if you continue to hurt the heavens and reason, dig out your ancestral grave."

There is a wildness in the bones of the countrymen, and it really comes to the moment of life and death, no matter whose nephew you are, it is useless for the king of heaven to come, and he will fight with you directly.

Zhang Cripple also knew this, and he panicked.

pointed at Zhou Yunfeng and wanted to say cruel words, but the scene was too fierce, so he had to retreat.

"Zhou Yunfeng, I'm not done with you."