Chapter 4: The situation is not good ()

"I said, little brother, you are weak, come and drink a bowl of fish soup first." Village Chief Wang lifted the lid of the porcelain pouring on his hand, and a seductive fragrance spread out, making Wang Jin and Wang Erdan swallowed their saliva, and Wang Jin's stomach was even more inappropriate to protest. Village Chief Wang's eyes were smiling, and he looked peaceful and peaceful, and he looked like he had just started to use his eyebrows.

Wang Jin's old face turned red, but now he was so hungry in his lower abdomen that he didn't care about embarrassment. He took the porcelain and drank it in a big mouthful.

"Little brother, don't worry, you are weak, just take your time, this fish soup is enough." Village Chief Wang quickly comforted him.

Not to mention how delicious this fish soup is in Wang Jin's mouth, he sighed in his heart: Why didn't you find that fish soup can be so delicious before?

After drinking the fish soup, I felt a heat spread all over my body, and I couldn't express my comfort and comfort. I moved my sore body and said gratefully to the old man, Village Chief Wang, with a sincere face: "Thank you, old man."

Village Chief Wang Fanren smiled and waved his hand: "You are polite, little brother, you are still weak and tight, so raising more is the right thing to do. Second son, don't help me go back to bed to rest." He was in a good mood and did not take the quarrel to heart. With the mahogany Grand Master Chair that his son inspected, all losses were made up, not to mention saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you have the ability, you can help one by one. This is the kindness and simplicity of the people.

"Uncle, I want to ask, where is this place?" Wang Jin asked hurriedly. He couldn't believe his eyes. In our great socialist new China, there is such a poor place, it is worse than the old society in the old movies. But the fact is... Wang Fanren looked at him with some confusion and smiled: "This is our Wangjia Village."

Wangjia Village?

Wang Jin was very depressed. What is the answer? How could he know where he is now in a Wangjia Village? There are so many Wangjia Village, Zhaojia Village, and Lijia Village in the country. The key is that he doesn’t know which province he belongs to.

Although he was a little uneasy and had already confirmed that it was not the crew who was filming here, he continued to ask: "Uncle, is there a phone call in the village?"

Wang Fanren frowned, which made Wang Jin feel nervous. He smashed his mouth and thought for a while, then he slapped his hands and shouted: "Tel? You are talking about telegram, that's a foreigner, you have to go to Anqing Mansion to see it."

Anqing Mansion?

No, it’s my uncle. It should be from Anqing City, right? Although we are not from Anhui, we have been to school for a few years. Even if we haven’t, you can’t fool us like this!

Wang Jin muttered in his heart and became more and more uneasy, but seeing the loyal village chief Wang's face and looking at the current scene, he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Following Erzi's support, his butt hurts when he sits on the bench. He secretly scolds the carpenter who has cut corners and forgot to polish it? But now he doesn't care about so much, and he hasn't figured out the doubts in his heart. He continues to drink fish soup, but he doesn't feel that it's sweet even if he has something to do. He asks casually: "The uncle is also suffering from disaster here, how is the situation now?"

"What else can you do if you do this every year?" Wang Erdan couldn't help rolling his eyes and said carelessly.

It's like this every year, right? Wang Jin was full of surprise and anger. He had long forgotten the idea of ​​exploring the duck's voice that he had just made a fuss about, and there was no need to disguise himself too much. At this time, his whole mind was pulled by the words of the second son. In his opinion, no matter how inaction the government did, at least he had to express himself.

"Didn't the government send someone here? Don't they know that there was a disaster here?" When he encountered such a thing, he didn't have the heart to consider other things, and was full of confusion about this problem.

Government? What is government? Now it’s the turn of village chief Wang Fanren to be confused. The young man in front of him won’t really have a problem with his mind, right? After thinking about it, he felt something was wrong: “The government you are talking about refers to the court, right?”

The court, where is this? Wang Jin was really amused and crying. He felt that he was playing the piano against a cow, but in order to find out the current situation, he had to deal with it: "Yes, the court..."

"There are all guys who eat people and don't spit bones. What do they do?" Wang Erdan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but interrupt, his eyes full of resentment that could not be dissolved.

Wang Fanren was a little angry and a little panicked. Although he was at his home, he still looked around and looked around for a while. It was not until he confirmed that no one eavesdropped that he breathed a sigh of relief and stared at his son with dissatisfaction: "What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense, be careful to cause trouble."

Damn, what is this going on, literary inquisition or something, and you don’t even want to say anything?

Looking at the angry expression on Wang Erdan's face, Wang Jin's heart tightened, and a sense of nameless anger arose, which contained the helplessness of being a lower-level people. It seems that the local cadres are doing a very bad job, including embezzlement, bribery, mistresses, and intercepting public funds. This place must be inevitable, otherwise there would be such a big public grievance.

"No one is in charge of the matter anymore, where are your village chief and branch secretary?" he asked knowingly.

Wang Fanren breathed a sigh of relief without even notice and touched his face embarrassedly: "My name is Wang Fanren, and he is the village chief of this village."

Wang Jin was a little stunned, and had no way to vent his anger. He also despised the honest old man in front of him. However, no matter how he was a life-saving man, he couldn't say anything serious. Moreover, looking at his rustic clothes and appearance of a dish-like look, he could not tell that he was pretending. Look at the dilapidated thatched hut where he was, is there a village chief who was so miserable that he was in? Anyway, he had never seen it with his own eyes.

He felt a little uneasy, but he was unwilling to think about it in that direction: "What about the branch secretary of your village?"

Wang Fan looked surprised: "What is the branch secretary?"

Wang Jin's uneasiness became more and more intense. He wanted to ask the uncle if you are a Chinese Bank, but he took it back: "It's the Party Branch Secretary!"

"Party branch secretary?"

Wang Fanren was really confused and looked at Wang Jin with confusion: "What kind of official is that!"

Cao, an official who is worse than the ninth-rank sesame official, Wang Jin shouted indignantly. At this time, he felt a sense of power and nowhere to be used, and he couldn't help but shout in his heart: Generation gap, this is the generation gap!
Chapter completed!