Time passed quickly, and it was already past noon when someone came up to ask Mi Qingsong what he wanted for lunch. Only then did the two of them come to their senses.
Mi Qingsong scratched his head and laughed, "Oh, it's so late. How about this, have lunch here and we can continue chatting."
Wang Tianxiao stood up and shook his head repeatedly, "I won't trouble you, Elder Mi. I have an appointment to discuss something this afternoon, so I have to leave now."
"What's the rush? Even the most important things can wait until dinner, right?"
"Really, no need. I'll come find you again next time I have time and treat you to the most authentic mutton stew."
"Well... alright, since you really have something to do, I won't stop you."
Mi Qingsong escorted Wang Tianxiao out and then saw him down the stairs.
Watching him leave in a hurry.
He kept nodding until the figure disappeared.
His face was full of appreciation and comfort.
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Wang Tianxiao grabbed a bowl of heluo noodles on the street.
I added a lot of chili peppers, and asked the owner to add extra scallions and cilantro. I also soaked a fried dough stick in it and ate my fill.
After dinner, I rushed back to the village and found that people were already beginning to gather at the "meeting venue".
The village meetings are divided into village assemblies and team meetings of natural teams.
The village meetings are usually held in the courtyard of the primary school in Wangjia Village, and the time is usually chosen to be on the weekend when there are no students at school.
Each team also has its own meeting place.
The meeting place for Wang Tianxiao's family, the third team, was an abandoned pit courtyard, which, after reinforcement and renovation, could accommodate one or two thousand people.
All the houses in the pit courtyard had been damaged. After being used as a meeting place, two tiled houses were built underneath, and some meeting tables, utensils, and a loudspeaker control panel were placed inside.
As soon as Wang Tianxiao returned to the main road of the team, he heard the loudspeaker shouting: "Comrades of the Third Team, meeting time! Meeting at the usual place! There are important things to discuss with you. If you don't come, you'll suffer the consequences!"
The loudspeaker is very loud and plays repeatedly to ensure that it reaches every household's ears.
Wang Dabao was good at mobilizing the people's hearts. He wouldn't say what the specific issue was, but he would say that if you didn't come, you would suffer a loss.
No one wanted to suffer a loss, so they all clamored and headed towards their destination.
Wang Tianxiao parked his motorcycle in the pit courtyard and happened to run into his mother coming out, so he accompanied her.
His mother was actually a little surprised that he came back for the meeting today.
Strictly speaking, Wang Tianxiao is not actually a resident of Wangjia Village.
He is currently a non-agricultural resident of the town, but the head of the household in Wangjia Village is actually his wife, Li Yali.
Therefore, whether it's the village or the team looking for someone, they usually go directly to Li Yali.
Since they are not the head of the household, it doesn't really matter whether they attend this kind of meeting or not.
"I wonder what kind of meeting it is?"
My mother's health has been alright lately. Her bound feet allow her to walk just as fast as Wang Tianxiao's. As she walks, she keeps muttering, "What's the point of attending so many meetings all day? Wouldn't it be better to save that time and do something worthwhile? Can meetings produce big white steamed buns?"
Wang Tianxiao smiled and explained, "It must be about pulling the power cord."
"For that?" Zhang Yufeng remembered something and turned to ask Wang Tianxiao, "That electricity, did it really work?"
"Of course it's useful, very useful. Now there's electricity in cities and even many towns. With electricity, you can use electric lights instead of the dark kerosene lamps."
"I heard Da Bao talk about it like it was magic, but I don't believe it can be that magical."
Wang Tianxiao smiled and said, "I will pay for your electricity, so you don't need to worry. Just wait and use it."
"It was supposed to be fifty yuan."
"Yes, it's fifty yuan."
"So much money," Zhang Yufeng said, still feeling the pinch. "I wonder if it's worth spending so much money?"
"It's worth it, absolutely worth it."
"Alright, let's do it your way. I'm going to make you spend money again. You've been spending quite a bit of money on your mother lately. Can you manage it? If not, I have some savings here. I'll give it to you." Zhang Yufeng said, reaching into her inner pocket.
"No need, I can handle it. Your son is not the same person he used to be. I'm doing fine now." Wang Tianxiao pressed down on his mother's hand.
"Really?" Zhang Yufeng looked into Wang Tianxiao's eyes.
"Of course! When have I ever lied to you? Besides, you know I never tell lies."
"Alright, I won't insist anymore. I'll listen to you. If the meeting is about this, I'll agree."
"good."
Wang Tianxiao was very pleased.
His mother's stubborn personality has gradually changed, which has made things much easier for him.
He has always felt that many people's lives are actually a process of reconciling with their parents.
The distance between him and his mother is softening.
On his way to the venue, he also ran into Wang Tianren. Looking at the child Hongwei they were holding hands with, he wondered when Wang Tianzhong would notify them.
Mr. and Mrs. Wang Tianren also noticed Wang Tianxiao walking with his mother. Just then, they saw Wang Tianxiao turn his head to look at them, and they immediately showed indifferent expressions.
Moral character!
Wang Tianxiao turned around and chuckled to himself.
This couple is both hateful and laughable.
Because he was with his mother, he walked slowly. When Wang Tianxiao arrived at the venue, it was already packed with people, and almost the entire team had arrived.
Everyone had a few bricks under their butts, or they just sat on the ground. Standing on top, all you could see were heads, like rows of black watermelons.
In front of everyone was a platform made up of two desks pieced together, covered with a magenta velvet cloth, which looked quite presentable.
On the velvet cloth, there was a microphone and a stack of papers. Perhaps to prevent the papers from being blown away by the wind, a red brick was placed on top of them.
Team leader Wang Dabao stood behind the podium, occasionally wiping his sleeves and glancing at his watch.
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