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Chapter 1655 That young lady is not easy to serve!

"Now, my son, you know what it means to give me a peach and I will give you a jade in return!"

Qian Huijun sat at the table, flipping through a novel. She glanced at the children sitting around the table eating the pig-killing dish, smiled and pinched her baby son's ear, giving a vivid educational lesson.

"Yeah, mom, I will never be petty again!"

"This is my good son. Come and let me kiss you! My eldest son is so good!"

Sun Jianping glanced at the children and smiled!
Bear stuff!
The old cat came to the eldest brother to eat and drink, and the eldest brother secretly fed her uncle meat; Qian Huijun sat cross-legged on the kang, with a small quilt covering her legs, reading a novel with great interest; the TV was buzzing with Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts movies, and the children watched TV while eating, and quarreled from time to time; Sun Jianping grabbed a pen and racked his brains to revise his paper...

Quiet night, quiet yet lively home, sweet and warm.

"There's nothing to say about our two daughters, but our son is average in academics and temper. He doesn't seem like our work!"

When going to bed at night, Qian Huijun frowned and tossed and turned, unable to figure out what had happened today.

Where is the problem?

"I guess a certain young lady was so pretentious when she was a child, so like mother, like son... Ouch, it hurts, be gentle, old lady Tiger!"

"Why don't you say that you were hypocritical when you were a child? You are blaming me!" Qian Huijun pinched him in complaint, "Hehe, I remember that someone is also the son of a young lady... That young lady is not easy to serve either!"

"Okay, okay, let's just talk about what we are talking about. Please don't expand the scope of attack at will, okay?"

When Sun Jianping saw that the war was about to spread to his mother, he quickly changed the subject, "I have to go back next week. Are you and your mother going back? Tu Dou, are you going to Beijing with Dad to visit your grandparents?"

"I won't go!" Little Potato shouted, "I want to learn how to behave at home!"

"Little bastard!" Sun Jianping cursed. "Will the eldest daughter go? Will the old daughter go? Wu Yunga has never been to the capital, right? Come with me to see the world?"

"Uncle, I have to go back to the grassland in a few days to visit my father and mother! I won't go!" Wuyunga refused with a smile.

"Well, what about the boss? Speak!"

"If Uncle Cat doesn't let me go, I won't go either!"

"Where's the little one? Stop pretending to be asleep, you're still smiling!"

"Meow meow!" The third child came out of the bed and pointed his little hand at the ceiling. "No, no, no, I won't go. I won't go even if you kill me!"

"Love goes or doesn't go!"

Sun Jianping sighed in frustration. There were three little calves, and he couldn’t take any of them with him!

"Where is my good wife? Why don't we abandon the child and go to the capital to have a good time!"

"Okay, I think it's okay. Anyway, once you leave, my mom can't cook, so we'll starve to death!" The eldest brother interrupted, making Miss Qian angry, "Shut up!"

"Oh, mom is such a fool! Everyone knows how to cook! Hehehe!"

The third child is young, but he can make people angry by fanning the flames with his little mouth!
"I'm not going. Brother, you should go early and come back early. Take a plane. Oh, and big brother, sponsor your dad 2,000 yuan for the plane ticket!"

"Didn't our family make more than 20,000 yuan from selling rice? And there were also two stacks of money we brought back from grandpa's house before, my parents' salaries, and the village's dividends. It adds up to a considerable amount. Why are you pinching my little pocket money?" The eldest brother counted on his fingers, calculating the small accounts very clearly!
"Hey! Did you hear that, County Magistrate Sun? Our little accountant does the calculations so well!" Qian Huijun pinched her daughter's little face and gave her a kiss!
My eldest daughter’s little brain is hopeless!
Clear thinking, clear organization, and rigorous logic!

The main point is to be reasonable, beneficial and moderate, and never pay any money!
"Stop talking nonsense. I want to ask you how many places you got in the final exam this time? You will be going to junior high school in the second half of next year!" After his daughter exposed his true colors, Sun Jianping had to cough to cover up his embarrassment and change the subject.

"Da da da, number one in the county! Sweep away all the little Karami!"

"real or fake?"

Qian Huijun nodded gently, "It's not true. He's the top student in the county. He can learn anything after reading it once. You said you would give half of your brain to your brother..."

"My brother's pig brain... hehe, he can't be hit, Uncle Cat is here to protect him!"

The eldest brother slipped into Wuyunga's bed to avoid his younger brother's outstretched hand. "Where's Wuyunga, how did you do in the exam?"

"Seventh in the whole school." Wu Yunga blushed and reported to him in a low voice.

"That's pretty good, keep it up!"

Sun Jianping yawned, hugged the third child who had crawled into the bed, and the little thing rested his head on his arm, pulled his hair and pinched his mouth, "Mom and Dad, stop nagging, the baby wants to sleep!"

"Alright, alright, no one is allowed to speak now. Whoever speaks is a little turtle!"

"Hmmmm don't talk!"

"Haha, my brother is talking. My brother is a little turtle..."

"Sister, you spoke too! You are an old turtle..."

Boom!

The eldest and the second child started fighting again, waving pillows, making their parents so angry that they rolled their eyes!
The next day, a report was published in the Heilongjiang Province Daily with the title "In order for the people of the city to have a meal of steaming hot dumplings during the New Year - the whole people of Hecheng are working together to ensure the supply of non-staple food for the people during the New Year". In the middle of the report was a large black-and-white photo, which showed Sun Jianping and Secretary Fang standing at the door of the cold storage, distributing mutton to the people with white air from their mouths.

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"Old Fang, you really show off your talents this time!"

After reading the report, Old Cai's face was as gloomy as the dark clouds in August. When he saw Secretary Fang walk into the office, he pushed the newspaper aside and congratulated him with a forced smile.

"It's just a small matter that concerns the people. There's no need to show your face." Secretary Fang smiled. He had already read the report on his way to work.

There are more than 1,500 words in the whole article, but only less than 100 words mention Lao Cai. How could this not make Lao Cai, who always likes to be in the spotlight, angry?

The key is the weight of this newspaper...

That is what the provincial leaders review every day!

"Look at you, you're just too modest. Now that the meat shortage crisis has finally come to an end, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief! I've been so busy lately! I've been working non-stop..."

Secretary Fang snorted coldly, "What are you busy with? You are busy illegally allocating reserve meat to the meat processing plant and trying to squeeze in front of the camera, right?"
"I have something else to do, Lao Cai, you go ahead and do your work!"

"Okay, okay. It's cold, so wear more clothes. Wear the down jacket I gave you a while ago..."

Secretary Fang didn't know whether Old Cai was deliberately concerned or trying to make things difficult for him, but his words sounded so harsh anyway!
Pooh!
Standing at the gate of the city compound, Lao Fang turned around, took one look, and spat fiercely!
Who is he!
It really makes even a clay Buddha angry!

The New Year is approaching, and the air is filled with the smell of fireworks and firecrackers. Groups of children wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, cotton hats and cotton hand guards take out disassembled small firecrackers from their pockets, throw one every two steps, and the crackling sound of firecrackers can be heard from the side of the street to the corner.

Secretary Fang pulled his scarf again, pushed his three-wheeled motorcycle forward, watched the children playing and fighting with a smile on his face, and breathed a sigh of relief. These little darlings are the future of the motherland!
May the children grow up happily!

The hope of our motherland in the future will rest on you!

He parked his bicycle in front of a low house and knocked twice. Soon the door opened and a white-haired old man walked out. Secretary Fang took out a net bag of October red apples from his motorcycle and handed it to him, "Old man, I haven't come to see you for a while!"

"Haha, you're welcome. Please come in quickly!"

The old man took the apple with a smile and warmly invited Secretary Fang in.

There were paintings and calligraphy works hanging everywhere on the walls, all of which were painted by the old man himself. When Secretary Fang walked in, the first thing he saw was a photo. It was a photo of the screen wall at the entrance of a heavy factory, with more than a dozen large oil-painted characters written on it!
What an ambition to sacrifice!
Dare to ask the sun and moon to change the sky!
"This calligraphy is really good. It must be quite old!"

"Of course I did. A pretty good-looking guy wrote it that year. I thought it was good, so I secretly took a picture of it. How are you doing recently? I see you guys are pretty busy at work..."

"That's it! By the way, old man, a literary and artistic symposium will be held in the capital at the end of the year. The higher-ups have specially entrusted me to deliver the invitation to you. I hope you will definitely attend!"

Secretary Fang took out a red invitation with gold sprinkled on it from his pocket. The old man took it and glanced at it. "Well, the Calligraphy and Painting Federation..."

(End of this chapter)