In fact, Zhang Fugui was not without money, but he just felt that the money could not be spent randomly. The money he put in his wallet was saved by his wife Li Jianmei for so many years. He felt that even if he had to spend it, it would have to be used on the edge of the knife, so he made up lies to deceive the old man and said that he didn't bring much money.

The old man was quite happy and agreed to Fugui to let Fugui sleep on the steps under the county party committee office building for a whole night.

The night slowly became deeper, and the dark night sky was so quiet that there was no sound. The air at night was mixed with the smell of asphalt, and Fugui's stomach also roared. He carefully took out a bun tightly wrapped in gray gauze from his purse. He gently opened the gauze and tore the buns with his hands. The cold yellow-faced bun tasted stiff and was not easy to chew. He could only swallow it by putting it in his mouth and chewing it many times.

He stared at the lights in the guard room that were shining brightly. The light shone through the cracks and windows of the door. He saw the old man in the guard room cooking a bowl of fragrant noodles. He swallowed his throat from time to time. He ate the yellow noodles steamed buns he carried with him, which made him dry. How much he wanted to drink a bowl of hot soup or the noodle soup made by the old man in the guard room.

But he could only think about it in his mind. For a moment, he seemed to hear the old man asking him to come and share the delicious bowl of noodles with him, but all of them were his illusory thoughts.

At night in the county town, there was no sound of the chirping and dog barking in the village, nor the sound of the birds chirping in the mountains and fields. This made him feel a little unable to sleep. He was so thirsty that he walked towards the guard room with a shy face. The old man saw him and said to him with a smile: "What, are you hungry?"

Fugui responded with a smile: "Old man, my lips are so thirsty. Can you please drink water from your old man to quench your thirst?" The old man smiled and said to Fugui, "Well, I thought I wanted something. I don't have this other thing here. But there is plenty of water. If you want to drink it, you can drink it vigorously."

As he was talking, the old man filled a can of water with a can of water and handed it to Zhang Fugui. Fugui took the can of water and poured it into his throat. He drank it so well that he burped a few times from time to time.

After drinking the water, Fugui handed the scoop to the old man and thanked him. When he was about to continue to return to his own stone steps, the old man shouted to him and said, "Old man, I have cooked a lot of noodles today. If you don't mind, come and have something with me."

Zhang Fugui was very happy when he heard this. After all, since childhood, except for his father Zhang Youcai, he had never seen that outsider who was good to him.

Tears appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he looked at the white-haired old man in front of him excitedly. He felt that at this moment, he seemed to have returned to the years when he was once a child, and was cared for by his father Zhang Youcai.

After he accompanied the old man to eat the fragrant noodles in the bowl, he stood up and prepared to walk to the stone steps where he was going to sleep in tonight, the old man shouted to him again, "Old man, I can't sleep much alone. If you don't dislike me, you'll just squeeze with me tonight. Although this July night is not very cold, you may still be frozen in the middle of the night! Although you are still young, you can't freeze. If you are frozen, it's not worth it."

After hearing this, Zhang Fugui was so moved that he couldn't speak. His whimpering voice made him want to cry, but he still forced the tears rolling in his eyes.

The night gradually became deeper, and he leaned against the old man and fell asleep slowly.

The next morning, the sky was just dawn, and the sky was still light blue. In a blink of an eye, a red glow appeared in the east. The red glow slowly expanded, and in a short while it dyed the small half of the sky red. After a while, the small half of the sun appeared in that place. The sun seemed to be carrying heavy loads, and slowly struggled to climb up step by step. In the last round of the fireball-like sun finally broke through the clouds and jumped out completely. The color was cutely red, emitting dazzling light, illuminating the earth. Everything in the world returned to the embrace of the sun.

After Zhang Fugui woke up, he walked to the street and bought a few buns. The old man in the guard room opened his eyes and couldn't see Fugui beside him. He looked around and muttered to himself from time to time: "This kid doesn't say anything, this ungrateful wolf, keeps him for a night and treats him to my fragrant noodles."

Zhang Fugui was carrying a few hot white bread in his hand, and when he walked to the bottom of the county party committee office building, he shouted to the guard room, "Old man, have you gotten up? I bought a few hot white bread."

The old man in the guard room heard the sound and looked in the direction of the sound. Seeing Fugui standing not far outside the door, carrying a few buns in his hand, he smiled and said, "I'm talking! Where did you go early in the morning? It turned out that you were going to buy buns."

Fugui walked up to the old man and handed the bun in his hand to the old man, and said with a smile: "Old man, although I don't have much money on Fugui, I still have the money to buy a few buns. Thanks to you, you can respect Fugui and let Fugui stay overnight here for all night. These buns are too early for you. Don't be polite to me!"

The old man in the guard room smiled and took the hot white flour buns and said to Fugui: "Young man, the old man thought you were leaving just now, but he didn't expect that you were going to buy buns to eat for the old man."

"Don't blame Fugui for being a villager. Fugui is not a habit of sleeping in, so when you get up, the voice became a little lower and didn't say anything to you, for fear of disturbing you to rest," said Zhang Fugui.

"It's okay, it's okay, old man, I haven't been so happy for a long time, but it's strange to say that, old man, I have lived for most of my life and have never been so close to anyone. I didn't expect that I would say so much to you, a kid, to be so rare!" said the old man.

It was noon when he was about to touch it. Zhang Fugui was a little anxious. After all, he had been away from home for a night since he left yesterday. The family didn't know if he was safe or not, and whether he had seen Uncle Wang. Perhaps the wife and children at home were worried about him at this moment.

Just when Fugui was extremely anxious, a jeep slowly drove from the street to the county party committee office building, and a white-haired man walked out of the jeep. This man was none other than the county party secretary Wang Weiliang.

After seeing the jeep, the old man in the guard room said to Fugui: "Young man, Secretary Wang is here. If you have anything to do, you should hurry up! Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to go in after the secretary goes in a while!"

Zhang Fugui thanked the old man in the guard room and walked straight towards Wang Weiliang. Because he had not met with the county party secretary Wang Weiliang for many days, when Wang Weiliang saw the young man in front of him, he always felt a little intimate, but he just couldn't call his name.

Zhang Fugui said to Wang Weiliang: "Uncle Wang, I am Fugui! It is Zhang Youcai's son Zhang Fugui! Uncle Wang still remembers me."

After hearing this, Wang Weiliang, the secretary of the county party committee, suddenly realized it and said to Fugui with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, you are the talented son Fugui. We haven't met for a few days. Uncle Wang, I am old, and I have a poor memory. I didn't recognize you at the first time. Don't take it to your heart!"

"Uncle Wang, Fugui knows you are busy. Besides, our uncle and nephew have not met for several years. It's normal that I can't remember it for a while. However, Uncle Wang, you have white hair growing on your temples, and Fugui almost didn't recognize you," Zhang Fugui said with a smile.

"Wealthy! Uncle Wang is busy these days! I always wanted to find an opportunity to go to the village to see how the situation in our village is going, but I really can't get rid of it! You saw it, Uncle Wang just came back from his busy schedule, and he met you before he had a good sleep. You came to the county town to find Uncle Wang. Is there anything wrong that Uncle Wang needs to help you solve? Uncle Wang also wanted to know from you what the situation of our villagers has been like, so you go to the office to chat with Uncle Wang and chat with him."

"Uncle Wang, it's good. The current situation of our villagers is getting better," said Zhang Fugui.

"Okay, okay, we don't have to hurry. Let's sit in my office and chat slowly. Uncle hasn't seen you for a long time, so I'll chat with him more with him," said Wang Weiliang.

Zhang Fugui followed closely behind Wang Weiliang, the county party secretary, and walked straight into the county party committee office building. The leading cadres in the building watched Zhang Fugui accompanying the county party secretary and talked and laughed. They always felt that this young man was a little unusual. Even the old man in the guard room was a little confused after seeing it. After all, he had seen the world for most of his life, and had never seen the county party secretary and such a nephew from the village.

Zhang Fugui followed Wang Weiliang to the county party committee office. The office was neat and clean. The table was filled with red-headed documents and some office utensils, and a few big words were posted on the walls, "Serve the people wholeheartedly."

Wang Weiliang called Zhang Fugui to take his seat and asked his secretary Chen Zi'ang to make a cup of bitter buckwheat tea for Zhang Fugui. For the first time, Fugui sat in the secretary's office of the county party committee office building, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. After all, this was the first time he was treated like this.

Zhang Fugui found that his clothes and worn-out elastic shoes were always out of place in the office. The dust on his feet shook off from the ground when he first entered the room. He felt a little embarrassed and bent his legs, fearing that others would see the dust in the room were brought by him.
Chapter completed!