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The old man is driving, the speed is very slow, but his palms are sweaty;
From time to time, the old man would deliberately glance over at the boss sitting in the co-pilot seat. Fortunately, the boss didn't seem to be angry.
In fact, on weekdays, the people in the study do not communicate much with the outside world.
Needless to say, the boss and Yingying, Lao Zhang has been busy with work, and except for coming over to say "what a coincidence" during the meal, he just walked away after the meal;
Old Xu occasionally went to the market to buy vegetables, and basically stayed in the store for beauty treatment or thinking about his formation.
Therefore, those who really communicate with the neighbors in the bookstore for social activities are experienced.
Generally, when various organizations such as streets, districts, or local police stations want to hold study meetings on "creating civilization and hygiene", "fire safety matters", "taxation honor", etc., they are also experienced.
In his communication with the sanitation brothers and sisters, he described himself as an old father who was not easy, and an old father who always came and got his son.
Half my life wandering, I have some money, but my son is not up to date;
The son has a withdrawn personality and likes to study Yin and Yang knowledge. He has no choice but to drag this old body to accompany his son. He is afraid that if his son lives alone one day, if he is in a bad mood, he will go directly to the underworld for sightseeing.
The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief and arrived at the place. Most importantly, the boss didn't ask himself about the "son".
Get off the Jianghai Avenue Elevated Road and you will arrive at Xingren Town. This is the junction of Tongcheng's Chongchuan District and Tongzhou District. Continue to go deeper, pass the town, and soon you will reach the village.
The old Taoist obviously asked about the address of the family in advance, and after turning a few turns, he arrived at Luhuagang Village under Xingren Town.
Here are basically two-story or even three-story buildings built by our own families. To be honest, if this kind of house hadn¡¯t been built earlier, if people¡¯s aesthetic level was not as high as it is now, it would be slightly modified to make a villa. look.
? In addition to having your own farmland in the front and your own fish pond in the back, the comfort of living directly kills the so-called townhouses or large flats.
The car parked directly in front of the opponent's house, and the sanitation worker's uniform was still on the opponent's old father, so he hurried over to greet him.
He should be the father of the person involved in the accident, called Lao Suntou, an honest and rough old man, who offered the cigarettes proactively and courteously.
"Old grandson, where is your son?"
The old man has invited the boss here now, so he can be considered arrogant in front of his old partner.
"I'm lying in the room upstairs. I've been lying there for the past few days, and I don't eat much, alas!"
The old grandson frowned as soon as he said this. His son is not married yet. If something goes wrong, how will he and his wife live.
"What are you talking about here, take us up to have a look, don't worry, I will guarantee you here, whether it is sick or dirty, my son"
As the old Taoist said, he wanted to pat Zhou Ze on the shoulder.
Fortunately, in an instant, he woke up,
Immediately said:
"My ears are a little itchy."
In fact, the old man is not bragging, there is really something wrong with his body, his boss is a doctor, so he can take a look, if there are other dirty things, then don't panic!
People who have been killed by Hades, still care about you, little brat?
"Yes, yes, please, here please."
The old grandson led Zhou Ze and the old Taoist upstairs together, and Zhou Ze walked at the end. In fact, there was another very important reason why Zhou Ze finally agreed to follow the old Taoist.
Just like Lao Zhang is the political correctness of the bookstore, Lao Dao is another benchmark.
In the past, I just simply thought that the old man was a thunderbolt, and the nickname "No Thunderbolt" was uncomfortable.
Up to now, Zhou Ze feels that the old man has a kind of luck. If you can't be overcome by him, it can make him a chance and a treasure trigger.
External affairs are like a spider's web, but the old Taoist can always bring you the thread you need without hesitation.
Just as he was thinking about how to increase production, the old man was able to bump into two fairy slaves who ran down and hid in the mortal world.
Passing by the balcony on the second floor, old man Sun pushed open the door, and the old man followed in. Zhou Ze just stepped in, and immediately stepped back, frowning and saying:
"What is burning in the house, so choking?"
The old man froze for a moment, what the hell?
 nbsp; "No, who is he!" The old man said dissatisfied.
"The fifth group of West Village, the fifth group of West Village, seems to be surnamed Zheng." When Old Suntou said this, his eyes were a little dull, with guilt, fear, and a little resentment at the same time.
"Why are you messing with others?"
The old Taoist asked directly,
Because it doesn't make sense,
If you don't provoke others, how can they still haunt you when they turn into ghosts?
"According to regulations, isn't the burning of straw now prohibited, because it pollutes the environment, causes fires, and affects traffic and so on. It has been banned for several years, and it has been banned for many years."
"Yeah, what's the matter?" The old man continued to ask.
A few years ago, at this time in the past few years, farmers began to burn straws. It was really smoky, and the air quality was greatly affected. Not to mention, the nearby transportation network was equivalent to a man-made "foggy day".
"My son is a member of the urban management team. A while ago, he started going to the countryside to investigate the private burning of straw, and then found out that in the West Village, the man surnamed Zheng, in his fifties, secretly burned the straw.
After being caught showing the evidence and evidence, my son and his team went directly to the penalty education. "
"Have you been fined?" the old Taoist asked.
"Well, I have been fined. This is according to regulations. Previously, notices were posted in every village here, and the fine for burning straw without permission is 200 to 2,000."
"How much was the fine?"
"Two thousand."
The old Taoist licked his lips when he heard the words.
The old grandson slapped his head on his thigh and regretted:
"Who knows that after the surname Zheng was fined, he didn't know what happened. He couldn't think about it when he went home, so he committed suicide by drinking pesticide!
God damn it, you die when you die, why do you hate my son for being a ghost, you fined two thousand, my son and his team are only divided into two or three hundred yuan, why do you miss my son! "(Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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