I am Fugui

Chapter 165

In the past few days, Xu Fugui has been busy again. Apart from drying the millet, he is checking the harvest of Xujia Village. These data need to be included in the work report.

In addition to collecting data, more effort is spent on entertaining party secretaries and leaders from various places.

The branch secretaries in other places are no big deal, everyone is at the same level, and no one can control the other. It doesn't matter if they have a good meal, smile on their faces, and talk about their work experience if they are pleasing to the eye.

If it is not pleasing to the eye, he will be perfunctory if he can. He does not think he is a broad-minded person.

The village party secretary can be perfunctory, but the leaders and superiors from above can't be perfunctory. These leaders come from various sources, so Xu Fugui naturally wants to entertain them well and get to know them well.

The attitude of these leaders is also quite good, with kind smiles, and they often pat him on the shoulder to show their kindness.

On the way, Du Yuzhi and Zhong Shouzheng also took time out to come, followed by a large group of leaders. Everyone in Xujia Village was taken aback by this situation, and they didn't dare to get too close to this group of people.

But they have something to do with glory, there are so many villages, only their Xujia Village can get the patronage of so many leaders, going out is also a matter of discussion.

But should I say it or not, Xujia Village is indeed quite famous in Yunxi County now.

Because Yunxi County took Xujia Village as a typical example of reconstruction and publicized it, and even sent the report to the above areas, and Xu Fugui's name spread to more people's ears.

This group of people seemed to have made an agreement and concentrated these few days to observe the work. After five or six days, Xu Fugui was relieved.

It is worth mentioning that Xu Fugui brought all the events of the past few days to Laishun, and explained them to him while working, so that he could have a better understanding of the party secretary's work and let other party secretary leaders know him well.

He hadn't forgotten that Du Yuzhi had said that Laishun would take over as his branch secretary. Laishun was a bit nervous, so let him get used to work while he was still in the village.

For the next renovation work, Xu Fugui will hand over part of it to Laishun, and he will just watch over it.

After dinner in the evening, I sat on the stone bench in the yard and smoked a cigarette, took a hasty cold shower, then went back to my room, lit the tung oil lamp, and completed my work report.

"Father, are you writing again?" After taking a bath, Fengxia came in at some point, wearing a light pink dress with a scent of soap, her hair at the temples was slightly wet.

Jiazhen followed her with a wooden comb, and scolded, "Fengxia, don't bother your father."

Xu Fugui chuckled, extinguished the burnt cigarette in his hand, put Fengxia on his lap, and continued to think about the report.

"Father, I can also write, can I help you?" Feng Xia put her arms around his neck, staring at him with big, twinkling eyes.

Xu Fugui shook his head, "Fengxia is good, I will ask you to write for me when Fengxia is in senior grade."

"What grade is the senior year?"

"Junior high school."

"Huh? Then I have to go to the third grade, fourth grade, and fifth grade before I can go to junior high school."

At present, primary school is a five-year system. After finishing the fifth grade, with the recommendation of the village, one can go to junior high school.

Xu Fugui stroked her hair and talked to her casually, most of his thoughts were on the work report of the branch secretary in his hand.

He looked at the handwriting he had written and frowned, "Feng Xia, why are dad's handwriting so ugly?"

Fengxia glanced at it, then stuck out her tongue, "I can't even recognize what father wrote."

Xu Fugui's face was covered with black lines, but he couldn't refute it, what Feng Xia said was indeed the truth.

Although he had studied in a private school, he hadn't studied it seriously for a day, so the handwriting he wrote was naturally a mess.

Moreover, he was used to using simplified characters in his previous life. Now that he is back in the era of writing traditional characters, he has a hard time getting used to it. Not to mention good-looking writing, it would be nice if he could write the characters correctly.

Every time I read Yuzhi's report, I frowned, as if it was a very tormenting thing.

Xu Fugui also regretted it. He should have studied hard when he was in a private school, and it would be best to go to an evening school in the city for a while.

Although Mr. Private School taught the traditional Four Books and Five Classics, it was not completely useless, and he was indeed good at writing, so he should have followed suit at that time.

With this in mind, Xu Fugui planned to bring the evening school plan to the fore, and take the lead by himself so that Xujiacun could study together at night.

"What are you thinking?" Jiazhen asked casually when she saw that she was in a daze, rubbing her wet hair with a towel in her hand.

Xu Fugui sighed, "Is the culture too low?"

"Who has low culture?"

"I have low culture."

Sitting next to him, Jiazhen glanced at him curiously, "Why did you say this all of a sudden?"

A faint fragrance came, and Xu Fugui couldn't help feeling a little restless, and gently put his arms around her waist, "No matter what job you do, you must be educated, Jiazhen, will you teach me how to write in the future? I'll buy some more. Come back with this book, let's study together."

Jiazhen's eyes lit up, and she nodded happily. She always liked reading, and seeing that her man was interested in culture, she naturally strongly supported him.

The next second, she looked down at his big hand, and patted him angrily, "No one is serious, I haven't thought about it every day."

Xu Fugui chuckled, "I can't help it, I can't help it."

"Father, mother!"

Youqing ran in suddenly, and seeing Fengxia sitting on his lap, he immediately wanted Fengxia to hug him.

Jiazhen touched Youqing's vest, and said in a soft voice, "Don't run away, I just took a shower and I'm sweating again, it's time to go to bed."

Youqing shook his head, raised the palm-length wooden knife in his hand high, "Don't sleep, I still want to play."

Talking about not going to sleep, but playing wildly all day, after a while, Fengxia and Youqing curled up in their arms and fell asleep peacefully.

Jiazhen held a cattail fan in her hand and slowly fanned them, driving away the mosquitoes from time to time.

There are not many mosquitoes in the house, and Xu Fugui usually smokes the mosquitoes with raw smoke.

The so-called raw smoke is a kind of grass leaf here. When it is half-baked and lit, it will emit a lot of white smoke, which is very effective in repelling mosquitoes.

It was getting late, the clouds seemed to be very thick tonight, it was pitch black outside, not a single star was seen, the bright moon disappeared without a trace, the cool wind howled in the mountains, and Xujia Village was completely quiet.

Xu Fugui put down the pen, shook his neck, looked at Fengxia who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and couldn't help smiling.

Fengxia sleeps the same as when she was a child, very quiet, as obedient as a kitten.

Youqing was different, sleeping in various postures, stretching out his hand and kicking his feet suddenly from time to time.

Put the two kids on the bed and pull down the mosquito net to keep the mosquitoes out.

Xu Fugui glanced at Jiazhen, and opened his hands. Jiazhen bowed her head shyly, but she still threw herself into his arms, and the few clothes fell off one by one.

A corner of the house is illuminated by the bean-sized light of the tung oil lamp, and the figure on the wall flickers for a long time.
(End of this chapter)