small country farmer

Chapter 81 Do You Remember Song Yuhe?

Two days later, the farm finally opened grandly. Li Xingwang, Zheng Qi, Wang Di and others heard about it, and they all came to join in on that day, giving Zhang Wei enough face.

Zhang Hu looked envious of Zhang Wei knowing so many people, and felt more and more that he was right with the wrong person, and worked harder when doing things.

Zhang Wei warmly entertained Li Xingwang and others, and the opening ceremony of the farm was grandly held, which was many times more lively than the winery.

Not only that, halfway through the opening ceremony, County Magistrate Yang and Secretary Chen also came to the scene, and the whole Zhangjiazhuang was a sensation.

"Xiaowei, is that really the county magistrate and secretary?"

"Xiaowei is really getting more and more promising. He even knows the county magistrate and secretary. A powerful person finally appeared in our village."

"Yeah, did you hear that the county magistrate is called Xiaowei with one nephew, when did Xiaowei have an uncle of the county magistrate?"

"Xiaowei is really amazing. It's a blessing for my Huzi to follow him. Huzi, you must do a good job and win the reputation of our family."

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Everyone in Zhangjiazhuang is talking about Zhang Wei. Since Zhang Wei was released from prison, he has brought them too many surprises. Today, Zhangjiazhuang is getting richer and richer. It is all because of Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei is really their village. Proud of me.

"Uncle Yang, don't worry, Mrs. Song will be here in just two days." Zhang Wei said with a smile while holding County Mayor Yang's hand very kindly.

County Magistrate Yang was very excited. He could finally see his mother whom he hadn't seen for many years. He didn't know if she had gained weight or lost weight.

Zhang Wei's expression became serious, and his voice was very low. This news may be very bad for County Magistrate Yang, "Uncle Yang, you have to be mentally prepared, Mrs. Song..."

"Eldest nephew, tell me quickly, what's wrong with her?" County Magistrate Yang was anxious and uneasy.

"Cancer!" Zhang Wei's face was ugly, and he was very reluctant to say it himself.

County Magistrate Yang's face turned pale in an instant, and he froze on the spot. His mother, whom he had not seen for many years, had an incurable disease. Was God playing tricks on him? "Eldest nephew, what are you talking about? Did you read it wrong, hehe, she is in good health."

Zhang Wei looked at the appearance of County Magistrate Yang and felt very uncomfortable. Just as he was about to repeat it, County Magistrate Yang held his hands with great excitement. Say you are a miracle doctor, you can cure Wang Zhongjian's disease, and you can also cure her cancer, right? Eldest nephew."

Zhang Wei wasn't sure. He had checked Song Kangxin's body before. Her cancer was complicated. If she accidentally took the wrong medicine, even he couldn't cure it. He didn't dare to guarantee it.

"Uncle Yang, don't worry, Mrs. Song is an auspicious person with her own natural appearance, so she will be fine."

"Yes, I can't be in a hurry. Her life is very good. I'm not in a hurry. She will be fine." County Magistrate Yang missed his mother eagerly and kept murmuring in a low voice, not in the mood to attend any opening ceremony at all.

At this moment, Zhang Wei suddenly felt a bright light in front of his eyes, followed by a click, and he was photographed. He frowned involuntarily, and turned his head to look at the place where the light was shining.

Not far away, a petite beauty was holding a camera and was smiling happily at him. Seeing Zhang Wei looking over, she said slowly, "Hello Zhang Wei, do you remember me? Song Yuhe who wrote you into an article."

"Song Yuhe!" Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, thought carefully, and immediately remembered, and said with a smile: "Of course I remember, I didn't expect you to come too."

Song Yuhe smiled slightly, the black camera pressed against her chest, rising and falling, "I've been paying attention to you all the time."

"Follow me? What do I need to pay attention to? I'm not a celebrity, I'm just an ordinary farmer." Zhang Wei was a little depressed. Thinking about what Song Yuhe did last time, I still have a headache.

Song Yuhe shook his head, "My job is to record the lives of some ordinary farmers. How about it? Are you interested in accepting my interview? Recently, the TV station is doing a column program "I am a big farmer", and I happen to be the host. If you are interested, I can invite you."

Zhang Wei frowned. He had no interest in the column program Song Yuhe was talking about. He kept a low profile. If he walked around on the TV station, his life would be completely disrupted. Tian was harassed, Zhang Wei waved his hand, turned and left.

"No, I'm busy, I'm not interested in what you said."

"Hey, don't go, classmate Zhang, I haven't finished talking yet." Song Yuhe hurried to catch up with Zhang Wei, unwilling to let go. She is very interested in Zhang Wei and wants to record every detail of his life. Well, if a biography can be released, the TV station will probably value her even more.

Song Yuhe rolled his eyes and played the pitiful card directly, "Student Zhang, look at me, and then look at the other beauties, who are so fashionable and foreign, please help me, as long as I can do this show well, I will be grateful to you for being a well-known TV host, and I can do whatever you ask me to do."

"Do what you are asked to do?" Zhang Wei paused, looked sideways at Song Yuhe, and then glanced at Song Yuhe.

Sensing Zhang Wei's gaze, Song Yuhe hurriedly frowned nervously and said, "I won't promise you with my body."

Zhang Wei smiled awkwardly, and said helplessly, "Even if you want to, I don't want it, who likes it."

"You don't want it? Who are you talking about? Hey, tell me clearly." Song Yuhe suddenly became unhappy, and her whole body was in a bad mood. She was really angry that someone dared to say something about her, and she looked at it with a blushing face. Zhang Wei left, with a look of reluctance, and followed closely.

Zhang Wei suddenly felt that he had poked a hornet's nest, his head grew dizzy, and he explained as he walked, "I didn't mean that, I meant you, I like mature ones."

This explanation is better than not explaining, Song Yuhe almost ran away, "Don't you just think I'm young? Am I immature? How can I be small? If you don't speak clearly today, I will never end with you."

"Uh, classmate Song, I didn't mean that. I meant that you are still young. It seems that you are thinking too much." Zhang Wei stopped walking, his head was buzzing, and he really wanted to beat himself twice. Mouth, can't speak, insisting on saying something, it's really asking for it.

After Song Yuhe heard this, although she was still a little reluctant, her mood stabilized a lot. She really hated people talking about her, "Really? Are you really talking about age?"

"Of course it's true." Zhang Wei nodded hastily.

Song Yuhe calmed down a lot and struck while the iron was hot, "Then are you interested in participating in my column? I sincerely invite you."

"Well, let's talk about it later, ah, I'm sorry, I have to go to work." Zhang Wei finally found an excuse, and hurried to Zhang Hu's side, Song Yuhe stomped his feet outright.

"Hmph, I won't give up on you, I must let you participate in my column."

(End of this chapter)