Ever since Zhang Xuan learned to drive, she has become Luan Feng's personal driver. Of course, Luan Feng is satisfied with having a free driver.
But there are also many times when I am dissatisfied, such as now...
After the bicycle traffic had passed its peak, Zhang Xuan drove out of the garment factory gate carefully.
"I've noticed you're getting less and less courageous behind the wheel. Why are you driving slower and slower? Look! The cars with two wheels are running faster than us. Even if I get off and walk, I can still go faster than you."
"Why don't you go downstairs?" Zhang Xuan never talks much, but every word he says goes straight to the point.
"Damn Zhang Xuan, the car is mine, why should I get off and drive? Overtake it, overtake it!" A truck in front, carrying goods from the Nanwan factory, was moving slowly forward.
Zhang Xuan smiled and said nothing, and did not overtake. She just followed the back of the truck slowly, which made Luan Feng very angry.
"Today is the 11th, Wan Feng should be back, right?" Zhang Xuan asked casually.
She was a little anxious.
The small building that Wan Feng chose for her has been built to the second floor, and the transmission tower located on the top of Nanda Mountain has also been installed.
The equipment has been brought back for a long time and will be installed once the small building is completed.
But he hasn't come back yet, and I don't know how the production of the pager is going.
"Are you anxious? Wan Feng is my man, you are not allowed to think about it."
Zhang Xuan was a little frightened by Luan Feng's words, but fortunately she was with Luan Feng every day and knew that Luan Feng didn't mean it.
"Who's wondering? My small building is almost finished, and the tower is installed. I still don't know how their factory's pager production is doing?"
"You idiot, why don't you ask Lao Gu? The distance from our factory to the Huaguang branch is only a few dozen steps."
"How can I be so embarrassed? It's like I can't wait for the beans to rot."
"What's there to be embarrassed about? I'll give it to you tomorrow... Oh, no need to ask, the bad guy is back!"
At this time, the car had arrived at the bay mouth, and a man was standing at the bend in the road, looking at them with a smile.
Luan Feng stuck her head out of the car window and waved at Wan Feng.
Wan Feng opened the car door and sat in the back seat.
"How about this time? I'll be waiting for you guys by the roadside when I get back, so you won't blame me for not reporting right away."
"This is a good performance and deserves praise."
Luan Feng peeled a piece of candy and faced Wan Feng: "Open your mouth!"
"I don't like sweets."
Wan Feng has never liked anything sweetened with Baso.
"Open your mouth!" Luan Feng was unmoved. The pork kidney was very straight and she was determined not to change her mind.
Wan Feng had no choice but to open his mouth, and a piece of candy flew into his mouth.
"Want to have dinner together tonight?"
"I haven't gotten home yet. Maybe tomorrow? Stop by my house. How's the factory?"
"Very good! The situation is as good as before. What new stories will you have this time?"
"Yes, do you want to hear the story of Master Chen's drinking battle with the heroes?"
"Drinking! What's so good about that? Is there anything new and interesting?"
"Comrade! Don't let the flames of gossip burn in your heart. You'll get burned."
"I don't want to bother with you, are you leaving?"
"I have no plans to leave for now. I have a lot of work to do at home. I have to finish most of it before I go out."
It is only two hundred meters from the south to the north of Xiaoshutun. After finishing all this nonsense, the car arrived at Wanfeng's house.
Zhang Xuan parked the car on the side of the road, and Wan Feng got out, waved, and watched the car leave.
"Hey, hey! Why didn't you ask about the pager?"
The car had already passed the small bridge at the north end of Xiaoshutun Village when Luan Feng guessed this.
"He just came back and probably doesn't know what's going on in the factory. It's pointless to ask!"
"That makes sense. Just ask tomorrow."
After the car left, Wan Feng stood by the roadside and turned his gaze towards the slope at the foot of the mountain in front of Wa.
Because the distance was far, there was a dense cornfield in the middle blocking the view, and it was a cloudy day with poor light, so even though the land was on a hillside, it was a little hard to see clearly.
In two months, the building of the nursing home should be almost completed, and it is probably time to put up the beams. If we don’t put up the beams soon, there will be more rain.
Wan Feng had just thought about the rain when a raindrop fell on his face.
It's so cool and sour.
Wow! Just do it now.
The rain came from the west, and the rustling sound of rain hitting the leaves of plants could be heard in the fields to the west, and the sound was coming towards Wanfeng at a very fast speed.
Wan Feng turned around and ran home.
He had to run. It was obviously a sudden downpour. If he ran slower, he would be soaked.
Wan Feng ran home like the wind, and as soon as he stepped into the door, the rain came down with a torrential downpour.
It was obvious that this rain was not meant to welcome Wan Feng back to heaven, because it wouldn't take that long for a rain to come. It actually rained for half the night, and only gradually subsided in the second half of the night.
If this were a welcome party for Wan Feng, he would probably be covered in bald skin.
My mother said that there had been no rain for more than a month and the land was almost dry, but it’s fine this time.
What good is that! When the drought lasts for so long, the rain will just wash away the ridges and ditches. When the sun comes out in a couple of days, the drought will be the same.
The next morning, the rain did not stop and the sky was still drizzling.
After breakfast, Wan Feng walked south in slippers and holding an umbrella.
When I reached the three-way intersection at the mouth of the bay, I did not go east to the fork in the road leading to the bay, but headed west to the village committee.
The Jiangwei Village Committee and the Xiaoshutun Team Headquarters are next to each other. I don’t know who designed these two buildings, but they look like two temples next to each other.
This is probably the reason why Wan Feng rarely comes to these two buildings.
At the beginning, Wan Feng's metaphor was collectively refuted by the cadres of Jiangwei Village and Xiaoshutun Team.
They even asked with a shameless face, if this is a temple, what are they?
Do you think there is something wrong with their IQ?
If these two buildings are temples, they are obviously monks. Could they be nuns?
At the entrance of the village committee, Li Quanzhuping and several other village members were looking at the sky.
"This rain has basically solved the drought, but it's a pity that it fell a little too quickly." Li Quan was talking about the rain with a cigarette in his mouth. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man coming over with an umbrella.
Because the person with the umbrella almost pressed the umbrella on his head, he couldn't see who it was. It was not until the person came to him and said "Hello, Master" that he could see who it was.
Li Quan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "It's you, kid. You're back?"
"Master! What is your Dharma name?"
This guy is determined to treat them as monks.
Zhu Ping stood aside without saying a word. If he said a word, he would be made abbot.
Li Quan is already a master. As the village chief of Jiangwei and a high-ranking party official, he has no choice but to be the abbot.
As his nephew, he doesn't care about his uncle's identity. If he says you are the abbot, then you are the abbot.
"I came back yesterday. Come, come, I will bring all the masters and abbots of Jiangwei to your hall to discuss something with you."
Wan Feng gathered all the people from the teams and brigades in the village committee office, which he called the main hall.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
