Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Wei Zhengmao finally told us why he came.
"The autumn harvest will begin tomorrow, and your Third Production Team still doesn't have a scorekeeper. After a meeting, our brigade team members have decided to appoint you as the scorekeeper. Do you think you have any problems and are up to the task?"
Mo Yutong thought of many possibilities, but she never expected that there would be such a big pie that would hit her unexpectedly, leaving her a little dazed.
"Uncle Wei, I can't even tell the difference between weeds and crops, so I guess I can't check the work?" This is not because Mo Yutong is modest, she really can't tell the difference.
In her previous life, she grew up in Beijing, and it was not until she met Mr. Yan in her thirties that she realized that rice did not grow directly from the fields, but had to be grown in the fields first.
"This job isn't difficult. I just need to record the members' work points and occasionally summarize them. As for the inspection of the work, isn't there a small gift? He's a steady worker."
Wei Zhengmao's lips curled up slightly, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes. With Yan Mingli around, he had nothing to worry about.
Mo Yutong's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Yes! There is no difference between the work points book in her hands and in the hands of a young man.
Then she was secretly delighted, wondering if those members who were trying to trip up the boy would dare to be unkind to her boy.
The book in her hand is not to be underestimated, and she requires them to consider it carefully.
Seeing her like this, Wei Zhengmao understood what she meant, so he quickly said, "Mo Zhiqing has agreed."
After returning home last night, he carefully recalled the reactions of the people in Niejiabazi. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Mo Zhiqing was not simple.
The little girl is not only smart and decisive, but also has great energy. If we can make friends with her, it will pave a smooth road for the Wei family.
"Okay!" Mo Yutong agreed without any pretense.
Although the scorer is insignificant, he can play an important role at critical moments. What's more, isn't it the young people who are important in everything?
"Since Mo Zhiqing has agreed, I won't delay. There are still a lot of things to do in the brigade headquarters, so I'll leave first." Wei Zhengmao said, looking at the teacup on the table from which he had only taken a few sips, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.
This tea is fragrant and delicious, it is really a rare good tea.
"Uncle Wei, please wait a moment." Seeing that he liked the tea, Mo Yutong walked quickly into the kitchen, took out a piece of kraft paper from the space, and wrapped a pound of tea leaves for him.
She brought the tea from Beijing. Although it was not cheap, she thought it was worth giving it to Wei Zhengmao.
Looking at the brown paper envelope she handed over, Wei Zhengmao didn't feel comfortable accepting it. Just one look at the brewed tea and he knew it was very expensive. Perhaps this small packet would cost several dollars.
Mo Yutong smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Wei, we at least call you uncle. This little bit of tea is our filial respect to you as the younger generation. Please don't be polite."
After hearing this, Wei Zhengmao felt warm in his heart and no longer refused. He carefully took the tea leaves and put them in his pocket.
He must cherish such good tea and brew it one by one.
Receiving this gift, Wei Zhengmao's smile deepened. After saying goodbye to the three people, he strode towards the brigade headquarters with joy.
The sky is really blue today! The wind is surprisingly cool too!
Mo Yutong sat back at the round table, spread out the test paper and continued to concentrate on making questions. She couldn't forget what she promised the boy.
The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, onto the yard and the land, warming every inch.
Because they were just putting the finishing touches on the sweet potato field, the members felt much more relaxed and gathered in groups of three or four, chatting idly.
Suddenly, a gray figure rushed out from the woods beside the sweet potato field and ran hurriedly into the field.
His movements were so agile that it seemed as if his buttocks were on fire, attracting the attention of many members.
"Boss Yan!" A shout broke the silence in the field. Yan Mingli's raised hoe was pulled by Xiong Yuan and almost hit him in the face.
"What's the hurry?" Yan Mingli steadied himself, put away his hoe, and glanced at him. "Pull up your pants first."
After saying that, he took the kettle from his waist, tilted his head back and drank the water in big gulps.
Damn, Second Uncle… he was running so fast that he didn’t even have time to fasten his belt, and half of his butt was almost exposed.
While frantically tying the straw rope around his waist, Xiong Yuan said, "Boss Yan, guess what I found out?"
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly. There's no need for so much formality." Yang Feng, who heard the news, poked his head out from the side and said unhappily, obviously very dissatisfied with his procrastination.
"What's your business!" This guy is really everywhere.
"Hey... I haven't seen you for a long time, you've become bolder!" She was so respectful to him in the morning, but now she's giving him a cold shoulder.
"Let's talk about business? Business!" Seeing that Yang Feng was about to strangle him again, Xiong Yuan quickly slipped to the other side of Yan Mingli.
"What's the matter?" Seeing that Yang Feng still wanted to chase him, Yan Mingli grabbed the back of his collar and raised his chin towards Xiong Yuan.
"I heard that my sister-in-law is a scorer!" Xiong Yuan took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and said excitedly.
My sister-in-law is amazing! In just a few days, she's already secured the much-coveted position of scorekeeper in the production team.
"What? Really?" Upon hearing this, Yang Feng immediately turned 360 degrees under Yan Mingli's hand, staring at Xiong Yuan and asking, "Sister-in-law is amazing! Boss Yan, what kind of treasure did you get?"
"My dear!" Yan Mingli released his hand that was holding the back of Yang Feng's collar, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
There was undisguised pride in his eyes; this amazing girl was his.
"Boss Yan, this is a happy event, a big happy event! We have to celebrate it properly! Right?" Yang Feng nudged Xiong Yuan with his elbow, signaling him to agree quickly.
"Yes, yes, yes! Boss Yan, we have to celebrate for my sister-in-law!" Xiong Yuan rubbed his waist which was hurt by Yang Feng and said with gritted teeth.
"I brought back a chicken from the county town today. I'll cut half of it and bring it to you later." Yang Feng was not stingy and generously expressed his willingness to give a gift.
"Then I'll bring the fried oil residue that I just made today." Xiong Yuan touched his head. He didn't have anything as valuable as a chicken, but the fried oil residue was the best gift he could give.
What's this for! Delivering food? Eat for free!
Looking at the two people's eager faces, Yan Mingli's eyes were full of disgust, but when he thought of the little girl, he raised his eyes and smiled brightly.
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