When Fugui heard his father Zhang Youcai shouting at him outside the house, he hurriedly ran out of the house, walked to his father Zhang Youcai, took the eggs, and walked happily outside the door to prepare to boil the eggs.

Zhang Youcai took out his cigarette pier and sat on the stone trunk outside the door, smoking the cigarette pier, smiling happily, but seeing that he had two big fat grandchildren, what should he do with the name of this child? Although his son Fugui had already decided to name the child Zhang Ping'an, Jianmei gave birth to two dolls at once. It is impossible that both dolls were called Zhang Ping'an!

Zhang Youcai asked his son Fugui a little anxiously and said, "Fugui! You have to think about the names of these two dolls again! You can't let both of them be called Zhang Ping'an."

Zhang Youcai said this to make his son Zhang Fugui stumped. After all, Fugui finally thought of a name "Zhang Ping'an" before. His father Zhang Youcai asked him to think of another one at once, but he really couldn't think of it. This made him a little worried. After all, his son's name cannot be made of a cat or a dog. Although it is easy to give birth, he is afraid that he will be ridiculed by other children in the future.

Zhang Fugui was thinking while cooking eggs on fire. Suddenly he had an idea of ​​a good way to split the name Zhang Ping'an he originally gave his son. However, it was not appropriate to think that the child was called Zhang Ping or Zhang An. After all, the name of his and his father was both three words. Is it a bit too casual to give his baby two words? So he thought about adding a word in the middle of the child's name.

But what should I add this word? This makes wealth and honor stumped. After all, I am the first time I am a father, so I am completely out of my way of naming this name, but I can't just give my child one randomly.

Zhang Fugui pondered for a while and thought that his doll was a person of the "Shao" generation, and muttered, "Zhang Shaoping, Zhang Shaoan." The more Fugui muttered, the happier he was, the more he felt that he had given his two dolls a good name. Then he smiled and said to his father Zhang Youcai, "Dad, I named the doll two names, and they were called Zhang Shaoping and Zhang Shaoan. Can you see?"

Zhang Youcai, who was smoking a dry tobacco on the stone knot, laughed happily when he heard this and said to Fugui: "Okay, okay, just call Zhang Shaoan and Zhang Shaoping. Fugui is worthy of being my son, this name is well-known!"

After Zhang Fugui cooked the egg soup, he walked into the house with the egg soup, handed the egg soup to Jianmei, and then carefully helped Jianmei up with one arm, let Jianmei lean against him tightly, and then fed the egg soup to Jianmei's mouth with spoon by spoon.

"Fugui, I just heard you and your father discussing naming your child in the house. What name did you give me?" Jianmei said to Fugui.

After Fugui used his sleeve to wipe the egg soup on the corner of his mouth, he smiled and said to Jianmei: "Our children are called Zhang Shaoping and Zhang Shaoan. The first one is called Zhang Shaoping, and the second one is called Zhang Shaoan."

After hearing this, Jianmei happily muttered to her lips, "Shaoping, Shaoan, good...good...good name."

After Fugui fed Jianmei egg soup, he carefully lie down on the bed to rest, and he went out to do some farm work. After all, he is the father of two babies now, and the burden on him is unclear. He must be more diligent and cannot let the two babies be as full and hungry as he does.

The golden ears of wheat in the fields shone golden in the sun, and the villagers rushed to the fields in a hurry, preparing to harvest this huge harvest. The autumn wind blew in the fields, making the farmers with sweat beads rolling on their foreheads feel refreshed from time to time.

On that day, Qilong Town received a notice from the county asking them to find several Fengshou Villages in the town as the inspection viewpoint. Many people in the town were yelling about how good the harvest in Zhangjia Village was, and how wonderful it was. Captain Wu of the town reported Zhangjia Village as the inspection viewpoint after hearing this.

Yang Guoqiang, secretary of the town committee, saw that Captain Wu reported that there was Zhangjia Village on the list of Fengshou Village, and he was a little confused. After all, he was the top leader of the town. He knew exactly what the village in this town was like. Zhangjia Village has always been recognized as the poorest village in Qilong Town. He was so poor that he couldn't even afford to marry a wife. This is well-known to everyone in the village.

Now, when the town party secretary Yang Guoqiang saw that there was Zhangjia Village on the list of villages reported to him by Captain Wu, he was shocked, so he asked, "Captain Wu, is it appropriate for you to report Zhangjia Village? The county wants the town to report Fengshou Village, not a poor village, you do this...

Captain Wu quickly explained: "Secretary Yang, I originally thought that Zhangjia Village was the poorest village among the ten miles and eight villages in our town, but now the town is talking about how good Zhangjia Village is, so how wonderful it is. I think Zhangjia Village has really had a great harvest, otherwise even Liujia Village, the best village in our town, would have had a great harvest!"

After hearing this, Yang Guoqiang, the town party secretary, felt it was a bit incredible, so he yelled to go to Zhangjia Village to inspect it first, so that he could see if it was true or false with his own eyes.

Town Party Secretary Yang Guoqiang rode the Phoenix bicycle issued to him by the county to prepare to go to Zhangjia Village to find out.

The old and young people in Zhangjia Village were constantly busy harvesting golden rice in the fields and mountains. Yang Guoqiang, secretary of the town committee, rode a Phoenix bicycle to shuttle through the alleys in the mountains. After seeing the farmers in the fields, they looked at them blankly and laughed, "Look, that's a bicycle. You can run with just two wheels. You don't have to work hard, and you feel very proud." These farmers said with a smile.

Yang Guoqiang, secretary of the town party, rode his bicycle to Zhangjia Village. Seeing the huge rice grains growing in the fields of Zhangjia Village bent the wheat ears, and golden rice ears appeared in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and looked at it, because he could not believe that such good rice grew in Zhangjia Village, the poorest in the town.

The villagers who were busy harvesting rice in the fields saw him and shouted that their children would go to the village to report to the village chief, "Just say that the town party secretary Yang Guoqiang is here."

Town Party Secretary Yang Guoqiang looked at the wheat ears growing lushly with huge rice grains, and laughed happily, then rode a Phoenix bicycle to the village of Zhangjia Village.

The child who came back to the village to report the news ran to the village and shouted loudly: "The town party secretary Yang Guoqiang is here... The town party secretary Yang Guoqiang is here...

After hearing this, Zhang Tianyou, the village chief of Zhangjia Village, hurriedly walked out of his home with a knelt stick, preparing to lead the villagers to welcome the town party secretary Yang Guoqiang. After all, Zhangjia Village has always been the poorest village in Qilong Town. Yang Guoqiang, the town party secretary, was very concerned about how everyone in the village was doing!

Zhang Tianyou led some older people in the village to the entrance of the village, looking straight at the entrance of the village. After a while, the town party secretary Yang Guoqiang rode a Phoenix bicycle to slowly come to the village.

Zhang Tianyou led the group of older villagers to greet the town party secretary Yang Guoqiang with a smile. The town party secretary Yang Guoqiang watched the villagers in Zhangjia Village standing at the entrance of the village to greet him. He also laughed happily at the villagers.

After all, Yang Guoqiang, the secretary of the town committee, was originally from the village, but he joined the army in the early years and took over the position of town committee secretary after he retired from the army. However, he had always had a wish in his bones to lead everyone in Qilong Town to live a good life.

"Secretary Yang, welcome you to visit our Zhangjia Village. The young villagers in Zhangjia Village have all gone to the fields to harvest crops. I will lead these elderly people from the village to welcome you at the entrance of the village. I hope Secretary Yang doesn't mind!" Zhang Tianyou said with a smile.

Secretary Zhang smiled with white teeth and said, "Uncle Tianyou, what are you saying? Our fellow villagers in the village are not going to do this. Although we are the town secretary of Qilong Town, we are also the son of the farmers. The farmers raised me. I just hope to help the fellow villagers live a good life!"

"Secretary Yang said to him," Zhang Tianyou said with a smile.

"By the way, Uncle Tianyou, when I came here on my bike just now, I saw that our village has a great harvest this year! The rice grows so lovely," Secretary Yang said with a smile.

"Yes! Yes! These are all good policies of the Party and the country! Otherwise, how could we live a good life!" Zhang Tianyou responded with a smile.

Yang Guoqiang felt a little strange. After all, except for Zhangjia Village, Qilong Town has a great harvest, but it is a great harvest, so he didn't say anything, so he said to Zhang Tianyou: "Uncle Tianyou, our village has been selected as the Fengshou Village this year as the target of the county inspection. In a few days, the county party secretary will come to our village to guide the work. I'll come down to tell you that you are ready to prepare and let the county party secretary see the situation in our village.

"Ah~ The county party secretary is coming to our Zhangjia Village. When is the exact time?" Zhang Tianyou asked anxiously.

"If nothing unexpected happens, it's the day after tomorrow, so Uncle Tianyou, you can also lead our villagers to prepare well. At that time, our village will be rated as Fengshou Village, and you will not have to worry about not being able to marry a wife in the future," Secretary Yang said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, so the situation in our village will be even better," Zhang Tianyou said with a smile.

After Yang Guoqiang finished notifying him, he said hello to Zhang Tianyou and continued to ride the Phoenix bicycle and hurried away.

Zhang Tianyou knew that the county party secretary would come in a few days, which made him a little nervous. After all, he didn't tell the truth just now. The reason why he had such a good harvest in Zhangjia Village was entirely because the villagers signed the responsibility system on a piece of paper, which led to a great harvest. But after thinking about what Secretary Yang said just now, as long as Zhangjia Village was rated as a Fengcheng Village, the villagers could marry their wives. It was a bit difficult for him to measure this.

After all, Zhangjia Village is poor, so no girl is willing to marry him in Zhangjia Village. The only one is Fugui who is lucky to marry into the family. In order to allow the young young people in the village to marry a wife, Zhang Tianyou decided to put the responsibility system in the sea to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.
Chapter completed!