Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 497
An Ning and Jiang Xia successfully joined the team of sweeping snow and clearing the road. From a distance, every little black was steaming, especially like freshly steamed steamed buns.

An Ning greeted the villagers with basically the same words.

"Back?" "Well, back."

"When did you come back?" "Just came back."

"How did you come back?" "By the train?"

……

Chatting, that's probably what it means.

Walking all the way, An Ning answered all the way, and finally found An Guoming, An Sancheng, and Uncle An's family among the crowd.

She called people one by one, and everyone spoke in a warm and cordial tone.

An Sancheng even asked Uncle An to go to his house for dinner at night. Uncle An said reluctantly, "Let's eat in two days. It's not bad for a few days. I just came back today, take a good rest."

Uncle An spoke, but An Sancheng didn't dare to refute.

Everyone continued to shovel the snow, and An Ning was next to An Guoming, shoveling with one shovel after another.

"Second brother, why don't you go back, I don't think you are very useful here."

An Guoming next to him really has no strength. Although he insists on exercising every day and learning boxing from Master Tang, his work is different from that of the villagers, and he does not need to put in so much physical strength.

He is really very tired to do such physical work suddenly.

but……

"It's not good for me to go back like this, it's better to pretend to be here."

If he left now, he would really stand out from the crowd and be very conspicuous.

"No, everyone knows you."

To put it bluntly and deeply, besides An Ning, it cannot be anyone else.

An Guoming smirked twice with a toothache, "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome!"

An Ning understood, but she still replied to An Guoming with a smile.

"Second brother, who is here——"

"Lingling—dodge! Dodge! Dodge—touch!"

A middle-aged man on a bicycle, riding from the thick snow to the ground that had just been swept, slipped and slipped in front of An Ning.

An Ning stretched out one foot quickly, and blocked the sliding bicycle, blocking its running track.

"The car is broken!"

The sound of falling on the ground was loud. After he finished speaking, An Ning took his foot away and gave it away quietly. Seeing the bicycle continue to slide, the villagers behind dodged one by one, and made way for the bicycle. clear road.

"Bang—clink!"

fell into a ditch.

The wheels are pointing up and a little askew.

"My car—what are you doing! Don't you know how to help it?"

The middle-aged man struggled several times on the slightly slippery ground. He stood still and then squatted down, squatted down and got up again, his hands waving in the air.

"What kind of dance is this, haven't you seen it before?"

An Guoming leaned on a shovel in both hands, pretending to ask An Ning, and An Ning was very cooperative and said, "Dancing on the ground."

"Oh -- apt, like, right."

The brothers and sisters, who were standing and talking without feeling pain in their backs, were glared at by the middle-aged man, but he couldn't protect himself, and his feet slipped as if they had been oiled.

"Which village are you from? Is it from Shiligou? Is it from Shiligou?"

The man accurately named Shiligou, could it be that he is the one who wants to check it?
At this moment, An Ning and An Guoming looked at each other, and the siblings had an urge to send back the snow they had just swept.

Sun Dazhuang stood up from the crowd, raised his hand and shouted, "I am the village chief of Shiligou, who are you?"

"I'm the one who called you! Who else, please come and help me!"

Sun Dazhuang gave the shovel in his hand to someone else, curled his lips, and when he turned his back, his face was numb like a dummy, and he went to support the swaying middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man finally found support, and after standing still, he said in a hurry: "How did you get here? Didn't I tell you to hurry up!"

"The new boss will come in a while, can you leave on this broken road?"

Sun Dazhuang, who was supporting the middle-aged man, said in a neutral manner: "We also spent our own money to repair the broken road. What does it have to do with the county?"

"Besides, aren't they all human? There can't be so many ghosts coming out in heavy snow, right? It's not time yet."

The middle-aged man was startled by Sun Dazhuang's words, and wanted to throw off Sun Dazhuang's support in a fit of anger, but he couldn't stand himself, so he still didn't shake off in the end.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, someone else has fixed my bicycle!"

"Hurry up, this is the time to make your village look good, why don't people know what to do? When people come down and see that the road is clean, don't they feel a little bad? If there is anything going on in the future, can you take care of it?" points!"

The middle-aged man who spoke in a different way made Sun Dazhuang unable to go back. After all, what he said did make sense.

Sun Dazhuang called everyone to continue working, and he called people to go to the ground on one side, dug up a little floating soil and sprinkled it on the ground.

"Step on."

"what?"

"It's not slippery when you step on the dirt."

Sun Dazhuang said it loudly, the middle-aged man stepped on both feet, and it really stopped slipping.

"It's okay... what do you mean?"

Before the middle-aged man finished sighing, he saw Sun Dazhuang handing him a shovel.

"Shoveling snow? Isn't that very important? Don't you want to?"

One sentence you don't want to make the middle-aged man reluctantly take the shovel and work.

An Ning looked at the dark-bellied Sun Dazhuang, and whispered to An Guoming, "The village chief is really amazing."

"That is."

We continued to sweep the snow, and after half an hour, we saw two small dots in the distance.

"Is that two people?"

"Is that right, you still go out in such heavy snow?"

The villagers chatted and chatted, which attracted the reluctance of the middle-aged man.

"Hurry up and get to work! How come there are so many words!"

The middle-aged man is like a mean overseer, in exchange for everyone's dislike.

The reason why everyone is still here is because Sun Dazhuang and An Ning's family are still there, otherwise many people would have given up their picks and left.

They are all barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, and they don't have much fear of middle-aged men.

The working atmosphere was a bit depressing, and everyone was shoveling and shoveling snow, clearing the road for the person who was about to inspect the village.

It's not impossible to inspect, but short-term notices and people sweeping the snow are a bit unreal.

"Fellows, is Shiligou in front?"

The voice was a bit refined, and when he looked up at the person, he witnessed this conjecture.

The visitor should not be very old. He looks like he is in his thirties. His face is very clean, but it is not the kind of white that does not see the sun. It is a very clean but healthy complexion.

People are not very good-looking, but they look very comfortable.

"We are from Shiligou."

"Yes, walk along this road that has just been swept, and you will see Shiligou."

"Whose relative are you, do you look strange?"

"Stop the fucking chatter--have fun--sweep--counties--"

(End of this chapter)