Zhao Wei originally didn't know who reported him.
But the village chief Liu admired him very much. He met him during a public business trip and learned the whole story during their casual chat.
The people who jumped the most happily were those from Wujiaping.
The village was actually not that poor. There was a quarry behind them, which was the economic source of the entire village. The work points earned from it every year were quite a lot, so it was a relatively wealthy village.
After all, even if the harvest in their village is poor, it will not affect their income.
But even so, it does not mean that the people in this village can eat meat.
If you can't eat it, no one else can.
It was probably with this mentality that letters of complaint were sent to the higher authorities one by one.
Although there is no signature on it, the font cannot be imitated by others.
Village head Liu is good at writing, and his handwriting is very artistic.
A big part of the reason why Zhao Wei caught his eye was that he wrote beautifully.
Anyway, it was a font he had never seen before - called Hanyi Handwriting, created by a guy born in the 1990s, with a unique handwriting style.
Zhao Wei also liked this kind of font, and after two years of copying it, he made some progress.
Right now this person is like a dog-skin plaster, sticking to you and making you feel very uncomfortable.
It happened that his father Zhao Yong was going to visit his uncle in the village, so Zhao Wei thought about it and decided to go with him.
He took Huangmao with him.
The three of them drove there in a horse-drawn carriage.
I also took a little bit of meat with me, even though I left some wild dog meat for their family when I left last time.
But this time it was a home visit to discuss something, so Zhao Wei gave a very generous gift.
The main reason was that he liked his cousin very much, and felt sorry for his family's difficult life, so he wanted to help them.
Except for the fact that the sun was a little strong, everything else was fine along the way.
It was at this time that Zhao Wei realized that he had been tanned from running around all those days.
Not only is Huangmao's hair still yellow, but his skin is not much better.
The sun was so bright and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, it made me feel hot all over.
When walking along the country road, you can see that the crops in the fields on both sides are already dying.
This is a very harmful behavior.
From time to time, you can see people in the villages carrying water and working hard to rescue.
The Yushudun River does not pass through this place, but in fact, if they make up their minds to dig a canal now and divert the source of the fire, they can at least save 70% to 80% of the crops.
This time he came, he didn't want to make enemies with the newly appointed president of Wujiaping, he wanted to have a good talk with him.
Turn hostility into friendship along the way.
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At this time, my cousin's family was in a gloomy mood.
The cousin had a rope tied around his waist and was tied to a shaded area in the yard. He sat on the ground, dirty as hell, playing with stones.
This is my cousin’s stupid son. He’s already in his twenties, but he can’t even speak a complete sentence. He just smiles foolishly.
My cousin was seriously injured last time, but he seems to have recovered now.
But on the exposed skin, you can still clearly see the marks left by the dog bite.
Seeing that both the father and son had come, the uncle was really surprised and quickly stepped forward to greet them.
"Why are you all here? This is really... too much trouble for you, how can we afford it!"
"Uncle, we are all relatives. You are being too polite by saying this."
Zhao Wei stepped forward and placed the piece of meat on a simple square table.
"Oh, what shall I do with such a valuable gift? Take it away quickly..."
"Yes, Brother Zhao Yong, this is worth a lot of money. We really don't deserve it. You should take it back quickly and use it to nourish our nephew. I think he has lost a lot of weight compared to last time!"
My cousin's aunt was talking about Zhao Wei, and kept saying that he had lost weight.
In fact, Zhao Wei was having a hard summer.
When the weather is hot and humid, you will lose your appetite and it is inevitable that your appetite will be poor.
He missed the taste of cold beer and iced watermelon.
What a pity, this thing is really too luxurious.
In the past, only the rich and powerful could store ice from winter until summer to dissipate the heat.
But now he wanted to eat a popsicle, so he had to drive into the city.
There isn't even a popsicle vendor in this small country town.
There is nothing we can do about this.
It takes another hour's drive to get the popsicles wholesaled from the popsicle factory in the county town to the small town.
The departure time of this bus will be adjusted according to the four seasons.
In the summer, it was around 8 o'clock in the morning, and the popsicle factory was not open for business yet.
The other bus leaves at around 2pm. By the time I get the popsicle and take the next bus, it's already after three or four o'clock and there are not many people in the town.
Moreover, the vegetables and fruits of this era are too monotonous. He has only eaten a few sour cherries recently, and other than that, some wild fruits from the mountains.
No matter what, it is a fact that she has lost weight. This aunt has really sharp eyes and is a woman who is very meticulous.
Zhao Wei coaxed her and said a lot of nice things, then forced the meat into her mouth for a long time before finally letting her pass it over.
After enough pleasantries, they got down to business.
Zhao Yong came to visit mainly because of his cousin's stupid son.
"Brother, I'm afraid I have to apologize for the matter you asked me to do last time. Many girls in our village don't like Wangchun, no matter how much the matchmaker persuades them. I really can't do anything about it!"
My cousin's uncle was just daydreaming. His silly son was already in such a state, yet he still wanted to harm other people's little girls.
Which good person would be willing to marry here and be treated like a slave?
This is simply an impossible task.
But since they have already come to Zhao Yong for help, they have to help ask the matchmaker no matter what.
This result made my uncle and his wife sigh.
"Wangchun is a child with bad luck, and we are the ones who harmed him. Everything is determined by fate, and we have no control over it!"
They seemed to have been mentally prepared for this result. Although their tears were streaming, they did not feel any blame.
At this time, Zhao Wei was squatting in front of this silly cousin, watching him sitting on the ground and playing alone. When he raised his head, he looked into his eyes. His eyes were as clear and bright as a child's.
He had a feeling that Wangchun was just mentally retarded, but not completely stupid.
You have to give it a try, give his brain professional enlightenment training, and then see how he reacts before making a decision.
So he picked up a pile of pebbles and built it in front of him.
Like building a high tower, see if Wangchun will follow him and do it.
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