It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 59: Don’t be fooled! Get something valuable! (Seeking for collection)
"Yes, you can be regarded as a dog wearing a hat - pretending to be a human being!"

Sun Jianping felt that speaking to someone like Wang Jingang would be an insult to his personality and intelligence.

"What do you mean, why am I just a dog? The leader is judging me, but this grandson curses people when he opens his mouth!"

"Stop it!" Seeing Wang Yuzhu glance at Wang Jingang, Director Chen immediately looked at his words and cursed fiercely, which frightened Worker Wang so much that he shut his mouth and stood aside, not daring to speak again.

"Well, my eldest niece will introduce you to me. This is Comrade Wang from the Propaganda Department. He can write and draw. Look, this is what he wrote." Director Chen accepted Wang Jingang's favor and naturally had to put in a good word for him. After a few words, he took out a piece of paper with two rows of big characters written on it. Wang Yuzhu glanced at it and said, "It's okay!"

Director Chen was overjoyed and winked at Wang Jingang. When Wang Jingang saw the opportunity, he grabbed the paint bucket and stepped onto the scaffolding. When he saw that he was full of paint and had just written a horizontal line, Wang Yuzhu's face suddenly darkened, " Come down, come down, what a mess you wrote! Just make a mess..."

"Why are your hands so short? Who asked you to go up and show off!" Director Chen was furious and shouted harshly, which scared Wang Jingang. He hurriedly jumped off the scaffolding, lowered his head, and followed Director Chen as if he had made a mistake. , dare not speak.

"Anyone!" Wang Yuzhu was still angry, looking around with a pair of big bright eyes, and suddenly his eyes fell on Sun Jianping!
I heard from the eldest sister that his grandpa was...

"Brother, why don't you try it?"

"Me? Okay!"

Sun Jianping did not refuse. He took the paint bucket and climbed up on the scaffolding. He first painted out the curved line written by Wang Jingang like an earthworm, then took a deep breath, dipped it in the paint, and brushed it. Brush your pen and write two rows of big characters!

What an ambition to sacrifice!
Dare to teach the sun and moon to change the sky!
Wang Yuzhu squinted his eyes, watching this handsome "little brother" leave fourteen standard Wei stele style characters on the cement wall like a knife and an ax, his eyes full of twinkling little stars!
This word...

Simply written...

God!

An old man staggered past on the road in the distance. He had his arms in his sleeves and squinted at the two rows of powerful characters on the mural. His old face, which was red from the cold, showed a smile of approval!

it is good!
What a great Weibei style!

The handwriting is strong and powerful, and it is penetrating into the wood. Without more than ten years of hard work, this achievement would definitely not be possible!
This child is not very old, how can he have such calligraphy skills?

The old man narrowed his eyes and admired it for a while, then pressed his hat down and walked away slowly.

"Beautiful, so beautiful!"

The most excited person turned out to be Section Chief Chen!

Sure enough, the real person does not show his face!

Look at these two characters!

Although he doesn't know calligraphy, at least he has a pair of eyes that can tell the difference between good and bad!
"Thank you so much, little comrade. Thanks to you today, our promotional poster is the icing on the cake!"

Section Chief Chen held Sun Jianping's hand and thanked him profusely. Although he did not complete this painting, I, Old Chen, have been helping the leader's daughter to cooperate!

Opportunities like this to show up in front of leaders come only a few times a year, so why don't you seize them firmly?
He tilted his head and looked at the fourteen words again, and nodded with satisfaction!

What a damn long face!

"My eldest niece must be cold. Please warm up the house quickly. I asked the cook to get you some food. You don't have to be polite. You are all my family..."

Sun Jianping had long been accustomed to Director Chen's behavior of "generating public generosity and seeking personal gain." After he followed Wang Yuzhu into the small private room and had a feast, Director Chen quietly handed it to him A bulging cloth bag filled with "specialties" from the canteen, hoping that he could say something nice to him in front of his "eldest niece".

"Brother, are you going back now and not staying any longer?" After the two of them had eaten and drank enough, they returned to the door of the guest house. Wang Yuzhu handed a brand new cigarette pouch to Sun Jianping and asked.

"It's almost twelve o'clock. If you don't get home, you'll be in the dark..." Sun Jianping looked at the sun and put the pipe on his waist. "Don't forget to ask your sister to write to me."

"I know! You've said it several times!" Wang Yuzhu smiled at him, "Brother, I still want to say one thing, you are good-looking and your handwriting is beautiful!"

"Ha ha!"

Sun Jianping felt a little elated when he thought of the "calligraphy treasure" he left at the gate of the No. 1 Heavy Industry Plant!

What an ambition to sacrifice!
Dare to ask the sun and moon to change the sky!
To engage in agriculture and let the villagers live a good life, you must have this courage!
He went upstairs with the bulging package given by Director Chen. When he opened the door, he saw Zhang Ziyi and Zhang Fucai, father and son, squatting on the ground, tapping their fingers on the radiator, wondering if they could dismantle the thing. Come down and take it back.

It’s 35 cents a night!

Exorbitantly expensive!

"Uncle, Fucai, have you eaten?" Sun Jianping put the bag of things given by Director Chen on the bed, pulled the bottom of the bag and poured it out. Zhang Ziyi stepped forward to take a look, what a guy!
Sauce beef!
Roast chicken!

Big elbow!
Pork head meat!
As expected of the person in charge of logistics, all the gifts are expensive cooked food! Wrapped in kraft paper, it exudes a tempting fragrance!
Zhang Fucai stared straight at the big roast chicken and stretched out his hand involuntarily. Sun Jianping pulled out a chicken leg and handed it to him. Zhang Fucai looked at his father and saw Zhang Ziyi nodded, then he took it and started tearing it apart.

"Uncle, eat it while it's hot!" Sun Jianping pushed the roast chicken to him. Zhang Ziyi was not polite, took it and took a bite, "Jianping, where did you get so much cooked food?"

"I'm just helping them paint the walls and write slogans. They gave me this as a gift." Sun Jianping felt that he was not necessarily wrong in saying so.

"Dad, it's great to write slogans, and you can also eat big chicken drumsticks. I will follow Brother Jianping in writing slogans in the future!" Zhang Fucai said vaguely with his mouth full of chicken.

"Just you? You're so stupid that you can't tell the difference between ten fingers..." Zhang Ziyi gnawed on the chicken neck. Although he went to the mountains to hunt, he had to put his wife and children first. How can he eat meat with such a big mouth? When drinking from a bowl?
Sun Jianping smiled and yawned while lying on the bed. Seeing that it was time to check out soon, he also grabbed the sheets and polished the uppers of his shoes.

Grass!
Let you charge me two cents for storage!

"You bastard, take a look at the people in this house who are suffering from misfortune, every one of them is immoral and smoking..."

At twelve o'clock, the waiter went upstairs to check the room. When he saw that the sheets and quilts were all stained with black mud, he was so angry that he scratched his neck and cursed.

Zhang Ziyi and Sun Jianping drove away in their carriages long ago!

"Dad, look what this is!"

This kid, Zhang Fucai, took out a pillow from his cotton coat in a show-off manner. Old Zhang was so angry that he raised his hand and made a fool of himself!
"After all that shit, get something valuable, a whole broken pillow with chicken feathers..."

"Haha!" Sun Jianping turned to look at the embroidered pillow, smiled, picked up the whip and cracked it!

"drive!"

The bay-red horse kicked off its four hooves and galloped all the way on the rutted gravel road. The horse's bells jingled like a cheerful piece of music, echoing in the vast sea of ​​snow.

Duerji Commune was ahead. Sun Jianping tightened the reins, jumped off the carriage, and smiled at Zhang Ziyi, "Uncle Zhang, didn't you forget something?"

"What did I forget?" Zhang Ziyi slapped his thigh suddenly. How could I have forgotten this?

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