I run a farm, not a zoo

Time passes day by day.

Finally, on this day, except for the lack of water, the artificial water storage lake was perfectly completed.

On the edge of the lake, all the participants, including Li Guangbo, let out a somewhat lost cheer.

The project was well done.

It couldn't have been better.

It's a pity that it's such a delicious meal, and I can't eat it anymore.

There is a saying that work, everywhere you have to give money.

However, to manage the rice, and to manage such a delicious meal, that is unattainable.

Jiang Tu wrapped a finished red envelope for the masters, no more, or 200, which was a celebration.

He knew that when the village completed such a huge project, it was common sense to invite the villagers to dinner.

It's just putting on a big table.

But he won't, and he doesn't know where to hire, the talent market?

Life back in the village, which has been smooth sailing, is finally going to encounter the biggest difficulty?

Jiang Tu is not afraid.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to find a village chief.

"Huh?" The village chief listened to Jiang Tu's appeal with a confused look, and he was also a little numb.

He, he doesn't know.

In the past two days, he has also listened to other colleagues and cadres talk about this matter, and he is still looking forward to coming with others.

Think about it, the rural banquet, a table of more than ten dishes, all Jiang Tu's craftsmanship, how fragrant it is, how spectacular the scene is.

He decided at that time that on the day Jiang Tu gave the notice, he would not eat breakfast, and he would not eat dinner the day before, so he would keep his stomach to show off his feast.

Get it for half a day, not Jiang Tu to do it.

The disappointment in Song Jun's eyes disappeared after only a second.

It's okay, he is a serious and serious village chief, how can he be lost because of this little thing.

Jiang Tu waited for a long time, and before he could wait for an answer, he thought that the village chief did not know.

Just as he was about to leave, he went to the house of someone he still knew in the village to ask, but he was pulled by Song Jun.

He patted his chest and assured that this matter could be done for you.

He opened the door, poked his head out, and shouted in a low voice: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, Secretary Wang is not there." "

"Here you go." He stretched out a hand and beckoned at Uncle Wang who came over.

Signal him, it's not a serious matter, rest assured.

This group of old cadres usually cooperate with him in everything and are willing to listen to him.

It is that when encountering paperwork-related work, one runs faster than the other, and I would rather go to the village to farm than sign and seal.

The most fearful thing in life is to be named by the village chief alone, for fear that which document has not been processed well, the format is incorrect, and it will have to be redone.

Seeing that it was a private matter, Secretary Wang left quickly.

He just saw Jiang Tu's kid go in, but he had to help solve it.

It's best to ask again, when the big table will be done.

Everybody watched.

"Jiang Tu, this is the old secretary of our village, Wang Guiren. Just call him Uncle Wang. "

"If you ask him about anything in our village, he almost knows it."

Song Jun introduced Jiang Tu to the person he called in, looking at his fifties, the amount of hair on his head was a little rare, and he smiled kindly. It's easy to get along with at first glance.

"Uncle Wang, Jiang Tu just wants to ask what is the process if our village invites someone to hold a big banquet. And where to ask for someone? "

Song Jun helped Jiang Tu ask the exit.

Old Uncle Wang smiled, and the words in his mouth blurted out: "You kid is not ready to cook by himself?" "

Old Uncle Wang's eyes widened, as if he was condemning him, why waste money, but also waste his good craftsmanship.

Besides, are they gluttonous?

What they craved was Jiang Xiaozi's craftsmanship.

Listening to that group of students every day, that group of workers praised, and the boast came out.

As a result, they really didn't find a reason to rub rice, and they were simply angry.

Jiang Tu was also stunned.

Can you still do this by yourself? What to do?

He will cook, and he will not do the rest.

Looking at the two pairs of confused eyes next to him, Wang Guiren slapped his thighs and remembered.

Xiao Jiang's family doesn't have an adult, and besides, he hasn't been with the village in recent years, so he definitely doesn't know.

He didn't hide it, and said directly: "This matter, to put it simply, your family has done such a big project, and invite the whole village to a lively meal." That's what it is. "

"You are also not like some wedding and funeral marriage, the dishes of the big table need a certain configuration, and the number is also required."

Jiang Tu nodded seriously.

Old Uncle Wang continued: "Now our village can go to eat, not counting the group of students, fifty or sixty people have died, ten people a table, you can buy some food, there are dishes and meat, let everyone eat together." "

In fact, it is also a way for rural people to connect with each other.

Old Uncle Wang gestured with his eyes, that's it, it's simple, you understand.

Jiang Tu shook his head, not understanding.

Uninvited, where the tables, chairs, benches, dishes and saucers come from, is a problem.

Old Uncle Wang didn't say this.

So he asked directly.

"Ah, this one." When Old Uncle Wang heard this, he was also a little dumbfounded.

They wanted to taste Xiaojiang's craftsmanship.

Where do tables, chairs and benches come from, this is also a real question.

Now it's not like it used to be, and every household can make up a little bit.

Looking for it now, I really can't find it, just like his home, just a small square table, put it on the kang, and live together.

In the end, he reluctantly gave Jiang Tu the phone number that contracted the burning table in this area.

Then he left the village chief's office with a look of disappointment.

If you want to eat Xiaojiang's craft, why is it so difficult?

Song Jun looked at the old secretary like that, and laughed directly.

He said to Jiang Tu, who looked confused: "If you don't come out to deal with the people in the village in the west, you may not know, in fact, the villagers listen to the group of students praise how delicious your cooking is every day, and they have long wanted to taste it." "

"No, I haven't found an opportunity, and I'm embarrassed to go to your house to eat."

"I guess they all thought it would be your own chef at the banquet. Looking forward to it. "

As a result, change comes so quickly.

Ah, this.

Jiang Tu still couldn't react a little.

It's not impossible for him to cook, but it's like tables, chairs, benches, dishes, plates and dishes, not a single one, not even a helper.

Who can contract a whole big table by himself?

Tentacles can't do that either.

It doesn't matter if Song Jun is not in a hurry, anyway, he paid the money, and he can eat Jiang Tu's craftsmanship every day, hehe.

Suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door of the village chief's office, which felt like something big.

As soon as Jiang Tu wanted to leave, he found that the door opened, and a man who was a little younger and whiter than Secretary Wang walked in and asked straight to the point: "If I help you solve the problems of tables, chairs and benches, will you cook?" "

Jiang Tu: ...

In order to eat, this group of people simply fought hard.

Jiang Tuqiang suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to beat, turned his head and said seriously: "If you can solve it for me, I will have no problem." "

"You are down, neat."

The person who came gave a thumbs up, praised without hesitation, and quickly took out his mobile phone and said: "Come on, add a contact information, and we will contact us in the evening." "

"Done."

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