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Chapter 330 Plain

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    On the plane, Dong Fang sat in the economy class all the way.  When we got off the plane, it was unexpectedly dark in Tangcheng, and it looked like it was going to rain soon.

    You Qianjin and several persons in charge of the Municipal Party Committee looked around from time to time in the pick-up hall. Dong Fang smiled and waved his hands to say hello.  After getting in the car, several people from the municipal party committee enthusiastically introduced the main situation of local investment.  Dong Fang listened all the way, paying attention to the changes in the scenery outside the car window.

    She originally thought that today's trip should be in the city, but she didn't expect that the car drove to a deserted path, and plunged into the suburban road leading to the county below.

    The Great Northwest Plain stretches as far as the eye can see, which is completely different from the southern region where Dong Fang came.  The car slowly drove into a piece of loess, and from time to time, some newly planted green plant seedlings could be seen.  You Jinjin said that this is Tangcheng's efforts to prevent sand and dust in the past two years.

    Dong Fang put a blindfold on her forehead and looked into the distance, thinking that it would be a big project to cover such a large piece of yellow land in front of her with green plants.

    "Okay, President Dong, here we are." You Qianjin turned his head from the passenger seat and said courteously.

    The moment she got out of the car, Dong Fang saw the sorghum fields on both sides of the intersection, and several private houses in between.  The high walls made of different loess stretched to circle different areas of different sizes.  At this time, the sky was full of dark clouds, and many people turned on the lights in their homes early.

    The noisy sound of gongs and drums came from far and near. A group of children mixed with a group of local villagers beat gongs and drums, singing and twisting Yangko all the way, and rushed over, surrounding Dong Fang and his party.

    The rain began to patter, and in the drizzle, Dong Fang looked at the dark faces of these people, which were full of expectations for life and yearning for the future.

    Many people shouted in dialect with a Tangcheng accent: "Welcome Ms. Dong Fang!"

    Under an earthen wall, a few dim lights reflected a rusty plaque, which read "Xiaolu Village, Walking River, Tangcheng".  Several people from the municipal committee greeted Dong Fang to join the village committee together.

    Some children smiled and handed umbrellas to the guests from afar, asking Dong Fang to cover them.  Dong Fang knelt down, covered the child tightly with the umbrella, then said thank you with a smile on her face, and walked into the rain.

    The rain became heavier, and when it hit Dong Fang's face, it immediately flowed down like a small river.  You Qianjin hurriedly gave up his umbrella: "Hey, Mr. Dong, walk slowly, you're all drenched."

    Dong Fang smiled humorously: "It's not bad to come to this yellow land and feel the baptism of the rain. Before I came here, I heard that it doesn't rain much here. I didn't expect to be bumped into it once by me. It's really good."

    You Qianjin took a big stride and covered Dong Fang under the umbrella: "That's right, I haven't seen rain for almost seven or eight months. After all, Dong Zong is happy."

    The umbrella was not that big, but You Qianjin turned the umbrella to Dong Fang's side, and the rain trickled down the umbrella, just soaking the tall You Qianjin.  When we arrived under the eaves of the village committee, a gust of wind blew in, and You Qianjin shivered.

    Dong Fang felt very embarrassed, and hurriedly handed over a small towel from her bag: "I'm really sorry, Chairman You, look, you're already drenched."

    "Hey, where is it? Mr. Dong is careful, and there are towels in the bag." You Qianjin shrugged off Dong Fang's towel, but he patted his head with his hand and shook the raindrops.  It's over.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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