When the old clan leader and the head of the village heard that the village oil press had attracted high-ranking officials from Beijing, they were so excited that they didn't know what to do.
Song Jinxiu said: "I came back to talk about this matter.
The welcoming ceremony was held the same as the last time the county magistrate came. But the oil pressing workshop must be clean and hygienic, without any dust.
Also, workers in the oil mills had to wear work clothes and headscarves.
It’s okay for the aunties and grandmas who pick beans not to wear headscarves, but from now on they must all wear one neatly.
We want to give people a different kind of spirit. ”
People come here mainly to see the oil pressing technique, and everything else is just a small matter.
County government office.
County Magistrate Wang originally wanted to ask the two adults to paint after dinner, but they were impatient and had just eaten snacks in the car, so they were not hungry. So they decided to paint first and talk about dinner after the painting was finished.
Because he wanted to have his portrait painted, Qian Dai, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, washed up specially and selected a scene. Then he sat down upright, holding a folding fan in one hand and a tea bowl in the other.
The shape is set. Wang Leling sat down at the drawing table and began to paint.
She was so excited to paint a portrait of a third-rank official that she took a deep breath and suppressed her nervousness.
Lu Qiaoshou, the Minister of Industry, was also very excited. Wasn't he excited to see with his own eyes the creation process of this peerless treasure from scratch?
However, as he watched, he couldn't help but frown.
What is this? His little granddaughter also drew this.
But he said nothing and just waited patiently.
He thought, perhaps the painting was modified later.
The two third-rank officials of the imperial court waited for two full hours with patience and hunger.
When Wang Leling shyly presented the painting, both of them were dumbfounded.
The Minister of Revenue Qian Dai's face turned green. He asked in a deep voice, "Did you really draw the picture of children playing?"
Wang Leling was originally quite satisfied with her painting, but when she saw that the minister seemed to be angry, she was so scared that her hands began to tremble and tears came down.
When she was asked this question, she looked confused and asked with a crying voice, "What, what play picture? I don't know."
The Minister of Works shook his head and said, "It wasn't painted by her. The style is different. My granddaughter's paintings are better than hers."
Qian Dai glared at Lu Qiaoshou and said, "Why didn't you stop it in advance when you saw it?"
He had been holding the tea bowl for two hours and his wrist was sore.
"Sizzle, sizzle,"
Qian Dai, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, tore up his own portrait in a few seconds and told his men, "Let's go to Songjia Village."
County Magistrate Wang was shocked when he saw it. He had also seen his daughter’s paintings, and they were pretty good. Why are you not satisfied?
Could it be that my daughter had offended this adult in some way?
Seeing that the master was about to leave, Ruo tried to stop him by saying, "Master, you haven't eaten yet?"
Qian Dai, the Minister of Revenue, snorted coldly, "You are already full of anger, what's the point of eating? You are wasting my time, what's your intention?"
The Minister of Revenue shouted at him and knelt before County Magistrate Wang.
"Sir, I am wronged! I don't know what I did wrong. I hope you can understand me."
The Minister of Revenue looked at him with disdain and said, "Put away your little tricks. If you want to claim credit for something else, you should see if you are worthy enough!"
These words were too serious, as if the sky had fallen, and County Magistrate Wang turned pale with fright.
He glared at his daughter, a girl who was always causing trouble but could not do anything good, and said, "Go back to the inner house."
Wang Leling felt wronged when her father scolded her. She covered her face and ran away crying.
Song Jinxiu thought, it's already midnight, the two assistant ministers might not come until tomorrow.
She went to the space to tidy up and pulled out two ginsengs to prepare as a gift.
You have to know that ordinary people may never see such a high-ranking official in their entire lives. Not to mention giving gifts to others. I'm afraid you won't be able to find a place to give the gift even if you have money.
And now, two third-rank officials are here. This is an opportunity, how can we miss it?
Regardless of whether it will be useful in the future, the more courtesy the better. Leave a good impression first. What if the stepfather and the clan members need this relationship when they enter officialdom in the future?
Treasure-hunting rat Junjun curled his lips at the side and said, "Fool, I gave you the position of tribe leader and you just pave the way for them with your own things."
Song Jinxiu glanced at him and said, "What do you know? These are all my clansmen. If they have a way, won't my way be wider? The clan and the tribe complement each other, understand?"
Junjun said with disdain: "Humans are so troublesome."
Song Jinxiu suddenly waved at it and said with a smile: "Junjun, come here and let me teach you how to take pictures."
Song Jinxiu hung the camera around Junjun's neck and taught him to point the camera at himself and press the shutter.
Song Jinxiu was posing in the space, and the treasure-hunting rat Junjun was taking pictures of her.
You know what, the candid shots are both natural and beautiful.
"Junjun, when the officials from the capital come, you can hide and take pictures secretly. Can you do it without being discovered?"
Junjun raised his head proudly, "Tsk, a bunch of people, you want to find me? Maybe in the next life!"
"Okay, Junjun is awesome."
The man and the mouse played for a while, and suddenly they heard Yingchun calling "Miss" at the door.
Song Jinxiu left the space, opened the door and asked, "What's the matter?"
Yingchun: "Miss, they are here. The official is here."
Are the officials here?
Song Jinxiu asked, "Are you saying that the people from the capital have arrived by now?"
"Yes, yes, the old clan leader and the village head have gone to greet us. Grandpa asked me to tell you to hurry to the village."
"good,"
Song Jinxiu ordered again: "Go tell Li Cheng to tell their leader that from now on, two people will patrol the Sanxiake Winery, and another two people will patrol the Fengfang Shampoo Workshop.
Tell Liu Ping and his wife, but if there is a suspicious person approaching, gag him and arrest him first. ”
"yes"
There are many people coming back this time, not to mention the officials, there will be someone to accompany them, but we are afraid that the guards and Xiao Si will run around.
There are also some alternative people in the village who have been coveting fragrant shampoo for a long time.
Fortunately, there is an oil press workshop in the village, which is an industry from which everyone can get dividends.
Everyone has work to do and can earn money, and living conditions have improved a lot.
So even though everyone was jealous, no one did anything out of the ordinary.
But that doesn’t mean no one thinks so.
What if someone takes advantage of the chaos to cause trouble?
Ever since Song Jinxiu experienced the kidnapping of Xiao Qiu Sheng, she has always tried to be on guard against it.
Uncle Qingshan had already arranged patrols at the oil press workshop in the village.
Song Jinxiu also arranged a patrol team for Songjia Village, with two people in a group, working in three shifts, patrolling day and night. If you find a suspicious person, try to control him first. If you can't control him, blow the horn.
Therefore, without outsiders knowing, Songjia Village is almost like an iron barrel, and as soon as outsiders show up, they will be monitored.
As Song Jinxiu walked towards the village, she told the treasure-hunting rat Junjun to come out with the camera.
"Just hide in the tree. It doesn't matter what the photo looks like. Just be careful and don't get discovered."
Don't end up being like a rat crossing the street, with everyone shouting at you.
The treasure-hunting mouse Junjun said with disdain, "You're so long-winded," and then disappeared.
When Song Jinxiu arrived at the village, the two ministers were getting off the carriage.
"Hualala," the old patriarch led the villagers to kneel on the ground.
Only Song Jinxiu was standing alone.
No, there were also children holding flowers and shouting "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome" on the roadside.
At this time, the grandparents, uncles and aunts all knelt down, and the children looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do.
Song Jinxiu quickly ran to the side of the road and directed the children, "Shout! Welcome, welcome, warm welcome."
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