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Song Yao was stunned.

His father had said that the county government building was donated, but he didn't know that the person was Grandpa Wang.

The child looked up at the most beautiful and luxurious building in the county, and stared at Uncle Wang blankly:

"Wow..."

Professor Wang was also shocked.

Then he was pulled away by Uncle Wang to talk, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong looked at their backs with admiration.

The county magistrate gave them a popular science lesson:

"Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, Uncle Wang was the most powerful businessman in our Xinghe County. He even supported the country. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he donated this building to the country as a government building.

In the entire Xinghe County, anyone may be short of money, but he is not."

The child was very envious:

"It turns out that Grandpa Wang is so powerful. I wish I could be like Grandpa Wang."

The county magistrate: "Goodbye, I think you are powerful enough now."

He sighed: "You only see how powerful Uncle Wang is now, but you don't see how much suffering and sin he has endured to become powerful."

In troubled times, a teenager who lost all his family members can become one of the most important figures in the county. He must have experienced hardships that others can't imagine.

The county magistrate patted Song Yao's little shoulder:

"I think the two old men will talk for a long time after meeting each other. Have you two little ancestors thought about what to do next?"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong, of course... haven't thought about it.

Their plan today is to settle the accounts and finish the fan clock.

The news of the end of Fan Zhong has spread, and the accounts have been settled...

The two children looked at each other and were eager to try:

"Let's go out and play!"

The county magistrate thought their idea was very good, and he expressed his support enthusiastically:

"You haven't been to Xinghe County for a long time, right? Xinghe County has changed a lot in the past two months, and there are a lot more people. It's quite fun."

"But you two are young, and you were almost abducted last time. I'd better stay with you and watch you."

The county magistrate looked righteous, completely ignoring the fact that Yuan Jiang, who was silently following the children, did not exist.

Yuan Jiang just looked at him silently, pretending not to know that he wanted to go out and play with them.

However, just when the county magistrate was about to succeed, the secretary came down from the building.

"County magistrate."

He walked over quickly and just shouted, and did nothing else. The county magistrate's whole expression became depressed.

He tried to bring out the excuse he had just found:

"These two kids are so smart, I'm afraid they'll be targeted if they go out."

The secretary replied calmly:

"This is Comrade Yuan Jiang's job, you have to respect other people's work."

"So now you should go upstairs and do your own work."

The county magistrate was not discouraged: "I'll just go out for a while, it won't delay work time."

The secretary smiled warmly and friendly.

He looked down at his watch:

"I heard that you took over Uncle Wang's job, yes, and took me with you.

Didn't you consider the problem of increased work time requirements after having an additional job?"

The county magistrate finally felt guilty: "...Okay."

He patted the shoulders of the two children one by one with great regret:

"Hey, I really envy you, you have so much time to play every day."

Song Yao comforted him: "We can't play every day, we are also very busy."

Zhao Xiaodong nodded in agreement.

Their day is very fulfilling and busy.

Looking at the little bean and the big bean in front of him, the county magistrate said that he was not comforted.

He followed the secretary upstairs with a pace like he was being tortured.

The two children didn't feel sorry for him at all, and ran out happily.

They came in the morning, and although there were many people on the street at that time, it was not too lively.

It's different now. The whole Xinghe County is bustling, and there are many more stalls on the street.

Song Yao keenly discovered: "There are many more things made of wood on the street."

Even many stalls sell various wooden products.

Some are simple, and some look very complicated to make. They are neatly placed on the street, and many people take them to look at.

At the stall closest to them, an uncle heard Song Yao say this and immediately answered enthusiastically:

"Because Xinghe County made fan clocks and large fans, many people came to buy things, and everyone knows some woodworking, so we made some small things to sell."

He seemed to have a good business, and he was smiling when he talked about this:

"Later, our Xinghe County became famous. People said that our Xinghe is the hometown of wooden products. Buying wooden products here is cheap and easy to use, so some people who live not far away came to buy them."

Song Yao was very happy to hear this.

"So everyone can make money now?"

The uncle laughed: "To say that you can make a lot of money, of course not, but you can make a little more or less."

Song Yao laughed even happier than him.

Hehehe, he hasn't forgotten his previous wish.

Everyone makes money and has more money in their hands. Next summer, they will definitely buy their fan clocks.

Seeing how adorable the child was, the uncle enthusiastically began to recommend the wooden toys on his stall:

"Look at this bird, isn't it very real? I even bought fuel to color it. This is the best-selling bird in Xinghe County now. People from other places love to buy it."

Song Yao was really attracted by the bird.

Especially when the uncle pulled the rope, the bird's wings actually started to flutter.

Due to structural problems, it was able to fly briefly for a moment or two.

Although it fell to the ground quickly, the child's eyes lit up.

He picked up the bird and looked at it carefully:

"Uncle, did you make this? How did you come up with it? It can actually fly twice."

Song Yao felt how light the bird was when he held it in his hand.

This shows that there are either few parts inside, or they are made of wood, and the outside is also thinned, so that it can just fly a few times.

Song Yao touched the bird's wings, and many ideas suddenly popped into his mind.

The uncle chuckled: "This is a specialty of our Xinghe County. How can you say this casually?"

Song Yao looked at the big tree in front of him, took out his pocket and handed the money over:

"I bought this bird. Uncle, please tell me about it. I am also from Xinghe County."

The uncle instantly became energetic, and while making change, he said in a loud voice:

"I didn't come up with this. It was Zhou Yuan from Xinglu Street who came up with it. If you want to learn from him, just give him a dollar and he will teach you how to do it."

"Basically every stall holder in our Galaxy has learned this. This little bird is so popular and the price is not high. When people from out of town come, most of them buy it as long as they have children at home."

"The name of Xinghe Wood Products was also taught to us by Zhou Yuan."

Song Yao kept nodding after hearing this, and Zhao Xiaodong whispered to him:

"Yao'er, I think this Zhou Yuan is so smart."

He spread the news that Xinghe County is the hometown of wood products, which attracted some people from the surrounding area to come and buy wood products. Even if everyone in Xinghe County only knows a little carpentry at the beginning, they will work hard and improve when they see that they can make money.

And he himself teaches everyone how to make birds that can be sold well, so that you can make money while sitting at home.

Song Yao agreed: "I think so too, let's go take a look later."

Both children saw it.

Zhou Yuan is not only powerful in spreading the word that Xinghe County is the hometown of wood products.

There is also the point of teaching people to be birds.

No matter how difficult a wooden thing is, as long as it can be taken apart and someone is willing to study hard, it can always be copied.

But Zhou Yuan chose to take the initiative to teach others. For one dollar, he could learn how to make a bird that could be sold for money. Of course, everyone would choose to spend money to buy it.

They studied with Grandpa Wen for several days, and it was not in vain.

That Zhou Yuan kept everything clear and obvious. Others could easily see through his plans, but they just couldn't follow his plans.

Otherwise, if you don’t learn from others, wouldn’t you be lagging behind?

The uncle also has other things on the Passion Amway stall:

"This whistle is also good. It is also a specialty of our Xinghe County. And this one..."

Song Yao was not very interested in other things.

He looked at his uncle and felt a little strange:

"Uncle, why haven't I seen you before?"

Zhao Xiaodong also raised his head and took a closer look, scratching his head: "Yes, uncle, you don't look familiar at all."

Yuan Jiang, who had been following them silently, suddenly became alert.

The two children have very good memories. As long as they have met someone once, they will feel familiar even if they don't remember where they met.

In order to sell fan clocks, almost everyone in Xinghe County saw them before.

Anyone who seems unfamiliar to them must not be from Xinghe County.

Yuan Jiang put his hands on his waist and slowly stepped forward.

The uncle was completely unaware of the danger, and still happily admitted:

"Yes, I'm not from Xinghe County."

Song Yao wondered: "Then why did you just bite me?"

The uncle said confidently:

"The outsiders come here for the wood products made by people from Xinghe County. I don't say that. What should they do if they think the products here are not authentic?"

"It's not that I'm dishonest. Everyone does this. Since the reputation of Xinghe County as the hometown of wood products has spread, how many carpenters have come to make a living. To the outside world, they are said to be from Xinghe County."

Song Yao: "..."

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

Seeing their expressions full of words, the uncle was afraid that the two children would return the goods, so he promised again and again:

"Don't worry, the things I make are no different from the things made by people in Xinghe County. If you don't believe me, go look at the birds on other stalls. The colors are not as beautiful as mine."

"Seriously, I can learn to be a carpenter for ten years, and the quality is guaranteed."

Yuan Jiang looked at him silently for a few seconds, and after confirming that what he said was true, he slowly lowered his hand on his waist.

It was the first time that Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong encountered this kind of thing of "pretending to be locals in order to sell things better".

They walked around the street and found a lot of holes.

And these people really did what the uncle said, they all said "our Xinghe County" and "our Xinghe County" uniformly.

Song Yao even saw a stall owner whose accent was obviously not from theirs talking enthusiastically:

"Brother, I'm not bragging. My skills are top notch in our Xinghe County. Look at the quality, how good it is."

Two children: "..."

No, your accent doesn't even match.

There were also a few people who bought things from the stall owner Sheng Erkong and looked at them again and again with great satisfaction.

When passing by them, you can still hear the other person saying:

"It is really the hometown of wood products. It seems that I have learned this craft for decades. I didn't expect that in a small place like Xinghe County, everyone is a good carpenter."

Song Yao: "..."

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

This shouldn't be "like" studying for decades.

It's just that I have been studying for decades.

They seem to know why the reputation of the hometown of wood products has not collapsed even after being blown away.

It seems that all the carpenters who are close (or not) to Xinghe County have come to Xinghe County.

Song Yao thought about it for a few times and then understood:

“Buyers come because this is the home of wood products, but sellers come because many people think Xinghe is the home of wood products.”

In previous summers, Xinghe County could attract people by selling fan clocks.

Now we rely on foreign carpenters to maintain the title of "Hometown of Wood Products".

Zhao Xiaodong added:

"Everyone who buys something they are satisfied with here will promote it when they go back. Then more buyers will come to buy things, and more sellers will be attracted. If this cycle continues, our Xinghe County will really be the hometown of wood products. "

He clicked his tongue: "This Zhou Yuan must have something in common with Uncle Song."

Father Song used a similar method when selling cicadas before.

First, the cicada machine is promoted to make people think it is not easy to buy, and then the quality is emphasized. Finally, it is promoted that the elderly have difficulty walking, and buying a cicada machine can be "like bringing a theater to your home."

Most people are poor these days, but there are still many families who can afford to buy a cicada.

When it becomes scarce, it is not that Father Song begs them to buy it, but that they are afraid that they will not be able to buy it too late and will not be able to fulfill their filial piety to the old man faster and grab it.

At that time, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were busy making their puppet arms and only listened to one ear.

But after listening, both children were shocked by Father Song.

They thought he was too smart and happily praised him as a "profiteer".

Although Father Song's smile froze when he heard this compliment.

Along the way, their curiosity about Zhou Yuan rose to the highest level.

Song Yao held the bird in his hand and wanted to ask him how he came up with the idea of ​​changing the structure to maintain the bird's flight.

Following the address given by the stall owner, we arrived at an ordinary house smoothly.

Yuan Jiang was about to knock on the door, but the door opened by itself first.

A girl was carrying a basin of water, obviously planning to come out and pour some water.

She was startled when she saw Yuan Jiang, and subconsciously took a step back. When she saw the two children behind him, a look of surprise appeared on her face:

"Is it you?"

When Song Yao heard this, he knew them.

The child poked his little head out from behind Yuan Jiang, and after a few glances he recognized her:

"Hey, it's you."

Zhao Xiaodong thought she looked familiar, but her memory was not as perverted as Song Yao's. He thought about it for several seconds and couldn't remember:

"Yao'er, who is this?"

Song Yao reminded him: "When we went to collect the widgets, she was the first sister who came over to exchange the widgets for money."

Zhao Xiaodong was reminded like this and remembered:

"Ah! I remember, this sister exchanged it for 18 cents!"

Song Yao nodded: "Yes, yes, it's this sister."

Yuan Jiang stood in front: "..."

If he remembered correctly, it was a few months ago that Song Yao and the others went to Xinghe County to purchase parts for the first time.

It's been a few months, and I can still recognize her when I see her, and I can still accurately recall how much money she paid for it.

Their memory is really terrible.

Yuan Jiang stood aside and watched Song Yao go up to reminisce about old times very familiarly.

"Sister, I haven't seen you for a long time. You seem to have become more beautiful. Your skin is much whiter."

The girl was a little embarrassed by the compliment. She touched her face and whispered:

"I haven't been in the sun much in the past few months, so I'm probably a little bit whiter."

"Not only is she whiter, she's also more beautiful. Her complexion has improved a lot. My grandma is right. It's really a woman's 18th transformation."

The girl was a little happy and a little grateful:

"I have to thank you for this. If I hadn't exchanged parts for money from you, our family wouldn't have the good life we ​​have now.

Come on in, by the way, why are you coming to my house? "

Song Yao raised the little bird and said, "I think this little bird is doing well. I want to come and learn from it. I brought money."

The girl smiled happily:

"My father made this. He always said that he would like to thank you very much and he would definitely not charge you for it."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see my dad."

She walked briskly and led her straight into the house:

"Dad, Yao'er and Dongdong from Dashu Village are here."

Because the Song family used to call it that, Xinghe County followed suit.

Especially after hearing that Song Yao's nickname was to extend his life, everyone started screaming.

Regardless of whether it works or not, this is still a wish.

The man in the room was sitting on the bed doing carpentry. The table on the bed was full of sawdust, but because of the specially made grooves, they couldn't fall onto the bed.

Hearing that it was the two children who had previously made a fan clock and brought more livelihoods to the whole county, he immediately sat up straight and looked over.

Surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw Song Yao working hard to step over the threshold.

I had heard that Song Yao looked small before, but I didn't expect it to be so small.

The two children were very polite and greeted him when they saw him:

"Hello Uncle Zhou."

"Hello." Zhou Yuan did not take their help lightly just because they were two children, but thanked them very seriously: "I have to thank you. My family almost couldn't survive because of my illness. It was all thanks to you to find someone to collect those parts to make money. I have been saying that I would go to pawn to thank you." Later, I heard that the two children went out to play. He couldn't get out of bed, so he gave up. Song Yao shook his head: "No, we also make money. It's not like we are doing charity on purpose." Zhou Yuan smiled: "You can directly subcontract those parts to the factory. It's cheap and fast. I heard from my daughter that you often go to the factory, so you should know this. But you still let everyone in the county make this money. No matter what, I have to thank you for helping my family through the difficulties." Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong didn't think there was anything wrong with this. This is also learned from Song's father. Since their family is already eating meat, it's not bad to let the villagers drink some soup with them if the impact is not big. It's just making less money. They have already made a lot. But if everyone gets rich, they won't be unable to afford anything they sell in the future.

The two children didn't hide their expressions, and Zhou Yuan knew what they were thinking at a glance.

He was even more impressed.

They were so young and had such a broad mind, and their achievements when they grow up must be more than that.

Song Yao couldn't think so far, and he told them the purpose of their visit.

Zhou Yuan took the bird from his hand:

"I just had an idea, but I didn't expect it to be successful. Girl, go get the design drawing."

Zhou Yuan obviously had studied, and his education should not be low, at least his grades were good, because his design drawing looked quite professional and clear at a glance.

Zhao Xiaodong leaned over to take a few glances, and then looked at Song Yao, his face full of "look at him".

Song Yao snorted at him, took the design drawing and turned his back to look at it himself.

"So that's it..."

Otherwise, why do people say that a clearly drawn design drawing is good.

At least after Song Yao looked at it carefully, he knew the internal structure of the bird and why the wings were made at that angle.

The shepherd spiders they made before couldn't fly no matter how many wings they installed. At most, they could only climb the wall by momentum.

The two children have been stuck here for a long time. If there were no puppet arms to attract their attention, they might have to learn while crying like before.

Song Yao's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly:

"I know, I know how to make a shepherd spider."

Zhao Xiaodong came over curiously, took a closer look, and also thought about it.

It's amazing to have something in mind. They don't need to learn. They can understand it roughly by looking at the design drawings.

Song Yao was so excited that he wanted to run to the factory to experiment right now. He took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it over:

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou! This design drawing is of great help to us!"

Zhou Yuan didn't take it: "You have helped our family a lot. It's good to be able to help you. I don't want this money."

He thought about it and took out a notebook under the pillow with great effort.

"These are some of my ideas during this period. I can't implement them in my current state. If you are interested, take them back."

Song Yao took the book and flipped through it. He looked at Zhou Yuan with regret.

"Uncle Zhou, what disease do you have? Can't it be cured?"

The ideas in this book are not very impressive, but the most important thing is that Zhou Yuan has a good knowledge base.

And he is also good at hands-on work.

The thought of such a person trapped in bed makes the children feel suffocated for him.

Zhou Yuan smiled bitterly:

"It's a problem since childhood. I went to the county hospital and they said it can't be cured."

"Now I can only save more money to see if I can go to a big city for treatment."

If it can be cured, then of course it will be cured well. If it can't be cured, I have to pave the way for my wife and daughter in advance.

Song Yao is very regretful.

But he had been sick before, and knew what it felt like to be sick, so he could only wish: "I hope Uncle Zhou will get better soon." Until they left Zhou's house, the child kept imitating the sigh of an adult: "It would be great if Uncle Zhou wasn't sick." Zhao Xiaodong agreed: "Yes, he is very skillful, and he can understand what we say. If Uncle Zhou wasn't sick, we could play with him every day." Song Yao also felt the same way: "Besides, he is a good person. It's too uncomfortable to be sick. He must be very sad." Yuan Jiang followed them silently, and after hearing this, he asked in a deep voice: "Do you want Comrade Zhou Yuan to work with you?" Song Yao did have this idea. After all, no matter how much he had in his mind, he was just a child in reality, and it was inevitable that he would do many things slowly. He had asked his father and grandfather to help before, and even Brother Yuan Jiang. But they didn't understand these things. Every time the child gestured for a long time, he felt that he was talking in vain, and it was better for him and Zhao Xiaodong to work hard. But they are also very busy, they have to go to school, play, and sleep.

So the speed is inevitably slower.

When Song Yao saw Zhou Yuan, a little idea came to his mind.

Although the child doesn't spend money recklessly, he is a rich man now, and he can definitely hire Uncle Zhou to help.

It turned out that he was sick, so he could only swallow those little thoughts back in frustration.

Seeing the disappointed look on his face, Yuan Jiang silently wrote down the incident.

Kamier had thought about sending an assistant down to assist the two of them before, but since he was powerful enough to be the leader himself, even if they were willing, there would still be many eyes staring at them.

If no one pays attention, he probably won’t be able to keep up with the two kids.

This matter is over.

But since Song Yao and the others had their own ideas, he would try to make their wishes come true no matter what.

Yuan Jiang silently decided to make a call later.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong ran to the factory happily.

They can't wait to try out the new ideas that just popped up.

The factory director was originally in the office looking at documents. When he heard that Song Yao was coming, he was so happy that he threw down the documents and went out.

"You are finally back, I miss you so much!!"

In fact, a few months ago, the factory director was a serious and handsome grandfather.

Even though he would smile when he saw the children, most of the time he kept a serious face and tried to maintain his majesty as the factory director.

But ever since Song Yao made the sting-proof clothing, Zhongzhou and Country V had been in frequent conflicts.

The country was probably already preparing for war at that time, so it directly placed some orders at the nearby factory in Xinghe County.

From then on, the factory director saw Song Yao as if he were seeing his little ancestor.

After communicating with each other, the factory director smiled broadly:

"What machine do you want to use this time? I have prepared it for you. Just tell me what materials you want, and I will ask someone to buy them for you."

Song Yao was used to spending money to open roads in Lecheng before, so he habitually took out the money and handed it over:

"This is just like the rent we pay for using those machines..."

The factory director immediately stopped laughing: "Take it back, take it back!"

"Where did you learn this bad habit? Was it in the factory in Lecheng?!"

Seeing the child nodding blankly, he said seriously:

"We at Xinghe don't do this. You and I are friends, a friendship, and a friendship. As friends, if I charge you money for using our machines, how will I behave if word spreads!"

Song Yao was shocked: "Are we actually friends?"

Didn't they say a few words in total?

"Of course!"

The factory director touched his gray beard and said quite confidently:

"If we weren't friends, why would you come to our factory every time you want to use the machine?"

Song Yao: Isn’t that because your factory is the only one in the entire county that has these machines?

The factory manager doesn't care.

Anyway, he just said, "We are friends whether we listen or not." He decided in one fell swoop:

"I will never accept this money anyway, Yao'er, there is true love and affection between us, you understand, right?"

Song Yao scratched his head: "You probably understand, right?"

He just couldn't figure it out. When did he become romantically involved with the factory director?

However, the child has not forgotten his great goal of "making twenty friends". The director of the factory took the initiative to make friends with him, and of course he accepted everyone who came.

"Then we will be friends from now on."

The factory director said cheerfully: "That's right, come on, come on, I just had someone check the machine you liked to use before..."

Under the warm reception of the factory director, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong had a smooth afternoon.

The factory director even spent his own money to buy and cut fruits for them to eat.

Zhao Xiaodong was flattered and admired him very much: "Yao'er, you are so amazing. How come anyone who chats with you for a few words can become your friend?"

Song Yao himself was actually a little confused.

But he thought about it carefully and realized the reason:

"I can't help it, I'm too lovable. Did you see that Uncle Zhou likes us too?"

Yuan Jiang sees through everything.

But since the two children were very happy about it, he naturally didn't tell the truth.

When Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong wandered back, they were very happy because "we are so popular."

When we arrived at the county government, most people had already gone off work.

The county magistrate is cleaning with his secretary for a living.

The secretary sweeps the floor in front, and the county magistrate mops the floor behind.

While dragging, he was puzzled: "I don't understand, why is there only one broom in such a huge county government building?"

The secretary chuckled: "Because there is only one cleaner in such a huge county government building."

County Magistrate: "...You can't blame me for this. This is Uncle Wang's own request. You also know that powerful people like them have a strong sense of territory."

"Hey, I'm such an old man, why can Uncle Wang be so happy sweeping every day? If it doesn't work, I have to blow the wind slowly, eh eh eh!!"

He seemed to have discovered a new world: "Come and look, those people are actually packing their luggage."

The secretary really had a tacit understanding with him. When he said this, he knew who he was talking about. He immediately put down the broom and ran to the window.

Sure enough, there were several tall and muscular young men taking their luggage to the roadside.

The county magistrate is alert:

"Look, they don't look like ordinary people at first glance, but they still pretend to be ordinary people."

The secretary looked carefully and couldn't see anything about these people that didn't look like ordinary people.

"You're overthinking it. They just look a little taller."

County Magistrate: "But they are obviously in the same group. They look like lawless elements at first glance."

The secretary didn't think it was a big deal: "Don't you have to stick together when you go out to work? You'd better keep mopping the floor."

The county magistrate was still immersed in his own conjecture:

"I still think they are not ordinary people. They must be coming for me, the county magistrate. By the way, many people from the Ministry of Public Security also came. Didn't you notice that they passed by the county government a lot today?"

"Although it looks like a normal street patrol, the momentum is very different."

Secretary: "... Even if they are really not ordinary people, I don't think they are coming for you."

County magistrate: "It must be for me. I am the county party secretary and county magistrate, and I am so smart. Maybe some foreign forces want to eliminate me because I am too smart."

Secretary said calmly: "Please read less novels. You are just a county party secretary."

He bit the last two words very hard.

County magistrate: "But I am very rich, my father is also very rich, and my grandfather is even richer. Maybe they have discovered my identity as the eldest son and want to kidnap me and my parents for money... It's over, my father is still angry that I refused to inherit the family business. What if he refuses to redeem me?"

Secretary rolled his eyes to the sky.

He regretted for the nth time that he didn't study hard when he was in school, and that's why he fell into the hands of this stupid boss.

"County magistrate, if you don't mop the floor properly, I'll find Uncle Wang."

The county magistrate could only give up his series of thoughts:

"Okay, okay, but let me tell you, although I love reading novels, my grandfather praised me for being good at observing people, and those people are definitely not ordinary."

The secretary pretended not to hear.

The county chief worked for a while and began to feel tired again:

"I suddenly remembered that I promised to help the youngest and his friends find a few old people, you know, the kind who are old and frail, very old, but very cheap."

"It's not easy to find such people. The most important thing is that they have to be old and able to work, so I have to go out and look for them myself.

Ah, you don't know, it's normal that you don't know, we were talking in private at the time, how about this, we pay someone to clean for us?"

The secretary rolled his eyes again:

"How can you give up halfway on something you promised yourself? If it gets out, how can you still have the dignity of a county chief?"

"And don't forget, I didn't promise to clean the house. You took me along when you promised Uncle Wang. If it weren't for the friendship between colleagues, I should have been home by now."

The word "by the way" was emphasized again.

The county chief, who successfully blended into the crowd and gossiped with a group of old men and women every day, had no dignity and bowed his head in guilt.

"Well, you and I are famous for being Ziqi and Boya, we are like that, right? I'll treat you to dinner later, come on, get to work."

He actually wanted to talk for a while.

But the secretary's patience had obviously reached its limit. It was already off work, and they were no longer superiors and subordinates, but personal friends. The secretary would no longer tolerate him like she did during working hours.

If he continued to talk, he might murder his boss on the spot...

The county magistrate shut up and continued to mop the floor.

The secretary calmed down and asked after a while:

"Did Song Yao and his friends really ask you to find an old man?"

The county magistrate nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, Comrade Yuan Jiang said he has found one, but you know, there are not so many old people who meet the requirements in our county, so I may have to keep an eye on this matter."

The secretary pondered for a few seconds and felt that Song Yao and his friends were more important.

"Since it is their request, you should be more considerate. After all, Comrade Yuan Jiang is not a local..."

As he was talking, Song Yao and his friends came back.

The child ran in happily holding Zhao Xiaodong's hand and shouted at them:

"County magistrate!! Secretary brother! The people we want to hire are here!! Look! They are so impressive!!"

Yuan Jiang followed slowly, followed by five or six very familiar young men.

They were tall and strong, and they all carried luggage.

County magistrate: "..."

Aren't these the "suspected persons" who live downstairs near the county government?

He was brainstorming when he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Turning his head, the secretary brother was looking at him with dead eyes:

"Old and frail? Very old? Criminals?"

The county magistrate looked at the secretary brother, and then at the sturdy young men behind Yuan Jiang who looked like they could fight three at a time.

He: "... No, listen to me, I'm not saying this to be lazy, although I have a criminal record but this time it's not, I... oops!" The secretary threw the broom in his hand directly at him: "I'm off work, nonsense, do it yourself!" Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong looked at the county magistrate in confusion and tried to keep him: "Eh? Eh? Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang! Don't, I'm afraid of the dark!!" "Friendship between colleagues!" "Zi Qi Boya Xiao Zhang!!!"