Don’t Mess with Shennong

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My grandmother Miao Lingsu supported Wang Ping'an as the village head, while her mother Su Wenting resolutely responded that Wang Ping's became the head of the village. Only Wang Ping's face was ignorant.

"This ... don't argue first, can you tell me what benefits are there and what is bad?" Wang Ping asked seriously.

Grandmother Miao Lingsu said: "Being the village head, with prestige, how to say, is also the lowest-level cadre in the country. Say it, have face."

And his mother Su Wenting said: "The salary is not high, there are a lot of troubles, all the big and small things are pressing on you, there are slight mistakes, and they will be secretly scolded by the people in the village. If you make a mistake, there will be trouble. The old people in the village will come to you if they have nothing to ask for this subsidy.

"..." Wang Ping heard this and soon lost interest in the position.

Grandmother Miao Lingsu took a look and continued to persuade: "This is a good opportunity. Since your prestige is enough, you can be your dad when you are improper. Anyway, they are all a family. There is something good that others can't take away. "

"Let the child's dad be the village head, but you can also consider it. After all, he has nothing to do all day long, he became the village head, and he can change some bad habits." Su Wenting actually agreed with this plan.

Wang Degui just finished watering and walked into the room to cool down, not understanding how the topic moved to himself.

"Which village chief is not the village chief? What are you talking about?" Wang Degui asked confusedly.

No one answered him.

Wang Ping'an stood up and nodded and said, "Well, I think this is fine. By then, I will find the village branch secretary and the village thorns to communicate one by one."

When he arrived in the yard, Wang Ping's sight was still early, and he found a homemade net clothes for honey and a large glass jar with honey, heading towards the valley behind the village.

Along the way, some villagers saw Wang Ping's outfit and greeted him.

"Erbao, are you going to dig out honey? Don't dig out once, leave a root for them, and continue to dig in later."

"Now the bees are a bit irritable. You have to be careful. You are really under siege. Remember to save your life in the water."

The people in the village, who have rich experience in digging honey, took the initiative to remind Wang Ping some precautions.

They didn't know that Wang Ping'an was also an expert at digging out honey. He used to dig out every three times when his brain was unclear.

Therefore, only this complete equipment.

Soon, Wang Ping'an ran to the Grand Canyon in the north of the village and drilled in at a small intersection marked by him.

There was a half-downed dead tree. The trunk did not know what had been vacated, and the bee had settled inside.

This place, where Wang Ping'an used to come often, is a familiar journey.

After putting the gauze on his head and body, he glued the gap without any holes, so he reached into the tree hole.

Without smoking, directly pull out a large piece of honey-flavored honeycomb, and there are dozens of violent black wild bees on it.

I don't understand how my home suddenly moved.

Only four or five honeycombs with honey were cut in succession, and only then did the bees understand what was going on, buzzing, they were irritable, surrounded Wang Ping'an and launched attacks one after another.

But with gauze blocking, no matter how crazy they are, it can't hurt Wang Ping'an.

After taking out a glass jar of honey, Wang Ping nodded in satisfaction and turned back.

The farther away from the dead tree of the hive, the fewer wild bees chased. There is no need to drive it away. When you reach the gate of the village, the wild bees chasing him have all disappeared.

When he returned home, Wang Pingan took off the gauze gown.

"Wow, my brother is so powerful. So quickly I took out a jar of honey. I smelled it and it smelled good." Wang Fengxi shouted out of the hall and shouted excitedly.

Cousin Su Wei looked curious. It seemed to be the first time she saw honey with a honeycomb. Although it looked a little dirty, the smell of wild honey was not fake.

Too late to find a spoon, grab a piece with his hand, just put it in his mouth.

Sweet, with a strong floral scent, a little spicy throat when swallowing.

This is the taste of real honey.

Wang Ping put the honey jar on the square table in the hall, and wanted to give her grandmother and mother a glass of honey.

However, this job was robbed by Wang Degui.

Having just learned that he might become the next village head, Wang Degui was overjoyed, red-faced, and full of enthusiasm, and decided to do a big business.

Sincerely respect your mother-in-law and your wife.

"Erbao, let's take a rest today. I'll cover all the work at home," Wang Degui said voluntarily.

"..." Wang Pingping gave his father a surprise look, a father who was often lazy than himself. Did he take the wrong medicine today?

Not only did he do the job of serving tea and pouring water, he even made dinner. If it was n’t for his mother who was afraid that the food would be too unpalatable, he would not even need to help the pot.

The news of Wang Jingyi's stroke, like the wind, quickly spread throughout the village.

When Wang Ping'an had dinner and went to Taoyuan to watch the vigil, no one heard about it along the way.

Some people are sorry, others are happy, and more people talk about the ownership of the next village head.

The village director is the village chief, and the name is different, but the authority is the same.

Formerly the village party secretary Wang Deli deliberately suppressed Wang Jingyi's prestige. He deliberately changed the title of village chief to the village director on the trumpet in the village, so the title continued.

However, there are many villagers who still like to call the village chief.

At present, there are a few lively candidates in the village, who deliberately or unintentionally let out the wind and wanted to run for the next village chief position.

People who want to be village chiefs must have prestige in the village, and they must have money and lack the same.

Wang Ping'an vaguely remembered that when Wang Jingyi ran for the village chief, he didn't give out sugar to the children in the village, wash powder to the women in the village, smoke to the men ... As for the money he didn't give, he didn't know.

Now that the signs of running for village chief have just emerged, some people have been unable to hold back and jumped out one after another. They secretly wooed the villagers and wanted them to vote for themselves.

"Come here, everyone comes to smoke. My dad is the captain of the militia in the village. He has a reputation and is usually good to everyone. The position of the village chief is suitable for him to sit."

At the south intersection of the village, the tiger is paving the way for his father Wang Jingshi. Although Wang Jingyi, the director of the responsible village, is his uncle, how can an uncle have a father?

He felt that if his own son became the village head, he would become the second generation of officials.

At that time, the king of the village, seeing himself safely, would not bully himself at will, as before?

Thinking of the beauty, he smiled with a big white tooth, lowered his head, and scattered the smoke all the way, so it spread into Wang Ping's hands.

"You smoke, please support ..."

"I don't smoke or support."

As soon as the tiger heard the sound, he felt wrong and stepped back alertly, showing an awkward smile.

"Why don't you support it? Although we are a little bit overwhelming, after my dad became the head of the village, he will definitely find a way to lead the whole village to make a fortune and become well-off." Tiger asked in front of everyone.

"You want your dad to be the village head, and I also want my dad to be the village head." Wang Ping'an explained seriously.