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Chapter 079: You're welcome

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    The smiling tiger Cheng Qingshan gave the golden-eyed tiger a wink, but Aizhen and Jinhua didn't see them, they were behind.  They saw Pengpeng winking at Jiejie.

    "Farewell, strong man", the two of them rushed to Jiejie and Mu Zai, wondering what Pengpeng had planned.

    The depressed Jiejie didn't pay attention to their earnest gazes, hey, he didn't even know Pengpeng's true intentions.  The four of them, Pengpeng, Jinzai, and Muzai, discussed for a whole morning. They thought of a lot of ways, but they didn't come up with the best solution.  The only thing Jiejie can be sure of is that Pengpeng asked him to find Grandpa Golden-eyed Tiger.

    The golden-eyed tiger closed his eyes on the grand teacher's chair and rested.

    In front of the hall of Pengpeng's house (farm hall), there is a Taishi chair.  The Taishi chair is the throne for the old man when he is not eating at the table. Usually, no one dares to sit on it except for the ignorant children who will climb up to sit on it.

    The only person in the entire Cheng family who dared to sit on it was the golden-eyed tiger.

    Of course, the golden-eyed tiger is not an ignorant person. He is the brother of the smiling tiger, and a minister of merit. He followed his second brother, smiling, on the saddle, through life and death. The highest reward and honor he got was to be able to sit on this grand master's chair without any scruples.

    In the entire Chengjia Village, the golden-eyed tiger sat on this grand teacher's chair, and the smiling tiger would not say anything.

    More than ten years ago, a secretary of the brigade in the village took the seat carelessly, and he felt that he was qualified.

    The old man saw it, and said cheerfully: "Hey, you have only been a secretary for two years, and you are tired of being a secretary, and you want to taste the taste of the grand master's chair? Hey, hey, hey, wow! wow!"

    The secretary turned pale with shock, and hurriedly got up to give up his seat.  What's so good!  He is not stupid. The old man's position similar to that of the patriarch was formed in history. The villagers are convinced. His secretary was appointed by his superiors. Without the support of the old man, he would not be able to play well in the village.  Secretary who can't play well, what does the superior want you to do?

    Jiejie came to the golden-eyed tiger, and respectfully said, "Grandpa, grandpa."

    Grandpa Xi remained motionless and did not respond.

    Just a few minutes later, it was impossible for little grandpa to fall asleep. The wooden cub rushed forward and yelled into his ear, "Little grandpa!"

    Grandpa Little suddenly stood up, patted his ears, frowned, annoyed.  Golden-Eyed Tiger thought to himself that his second brother had gone out, so he could imitate his second brother to put on a show, but he didn't expect to meet such a fool as Mu Zai.

    "Tell me, what's the matter?" The frowning golden-eyed tiger sat down and asked knowingly.

    "Grandpa, what shall we do next?" Jiejie has always been respectful.  He admires Pengpeng very much, and he especially admires the golden-eyed tiger.  Jiejie thinks that the golden-eyed tiger is too difficult, he and the smiling tiger can be called golden partners, they cooperate tacitly, just like one person.  And I was too short of schedule, and often couldn't catch up with Pengpeng's trip.

    "What should I do?" The golden-eyed tiger was still playing sloppy.

    "Pengpeng and the others have entered Wang's house, we can't leave them alone, can we?"

    "Oh, what is Pengpeng's plan?" The golden-eyed tiger looked at Jiejie with piercing eyes. He wondered where the young Pengpeng's appeal came from, and it was not because he knew how to fight.

    "It turned out that they were going to eat lunch. Pengpeng planned to send ten young men with better skills to eat earlier and take hoes to weed in the fields near Wang's house. Another ten people were arranged to take their guys to hide at the village entrance.  Inside, Mu Zai is the leader. If it is not convenient for Pengpeng and the others to bring the guy, I will go to the Zhejiang guy who sells small department stores in the village, and when he is not paying attention, I will hide the guy in his cargo bag and ask him to go with me to Wang's house to sell it.  Something. Once there is a situation, I will immediately release the kind of firecrackers that can be lifted into the sky, and notify the people outside to rush in. I will lead the team of weeders, responsible for rescue and delivery, and the wooden cubs will be responsible for cover."

    The golden-eyed tiger lowered his face, and his expression was serious, "There is no need to go to such trouble, you find five people, prepare three carts, one dirt cart, put a few more bundles of straw on the cart, and arrive at the entrance of the village in an hour and a half.  Waiting for me by the small bridge, now this is the only way to go."

    What's the meaning?  Can't all four of them walk back?  The young people in front of the hall were all stunned, watching the golden-eyed tiger return to the grand teacher's chair and close their eyes to rest.

    From Ping Zai's house to the brigade headquarters, it took six minutes for others, but only four minutes for Battalion Commander Wang.  He is only in his early thirties, young, and quick to do things; he is a veteran, a veteran who has served for five years, and he knows best that obeying orders is the bounden duty of a soldier.

    Battalion Commander Wang saw more than a dozen old and young men at the brigade headquarters, and knew that the purpose of these people was to play tricks on the secretary and seek justice for the young men from the Wang family who had been humiliated in the Cheng family.

    Before he entered the secretary's office, he heard the secretary of the brigade say impatiently, "You all go back, go back, why are you asking for justice? I'll let them come in standing up and leave lying down tonight.I remember that I sat down beside the old uncle without hesitation.  He looked at the snacks on the table, saw that he was only accompanied by his second brother, Battalion Commander Wang, and immediately gave orders: "Remove all the snacks and things on the table, and put on a big round table, and the second brother will do things."  Always petty. Xiao Wang, please work harder and tell my third, fourth, and fifth children to come over to accompany my uncle. What about Ping Zai? And the young "Lao Tzu"? Tell them both to come over  .¡±

    After finishing the order, Secretary Arita handed the cigarettes to Uncle Qingshan with both hands, and lit the lighter with both hands, and lit the old uncle politely with both hands, and then lit the cigarette by himself.  "Uncle, my father said many times before his death that he admired the eldest of the Yang family the most in his life, and you are the one he admired the most. He said that you two brothers are righteous people, far from being reckless.  Heroes are comparable. My dad said that when Xingye rushed to help the third child and resisted the devils, if it was him, he said he would definitely not be able to do it."

    "Hehe, don't listen to his nonsense. Didn't he go there at Xingye? What he means is that he hopes that the next generation of our Cheng and Wang families will stop feuding." The smiling tiger Cheng Qingshan sighed, "Oh, to be honest, you  Dad's strengths are distinguishing right from wrong, avoiding evil and seeking good, his eyes are so poisonous, I can't match them."

    When the secretary Wang Youtian saw that the food and wine were served, and that the people who were supposed to come had almost arrived, he immediately cheered up, "Old man, you are an elder, tell me, are you going to do what you want today, or do you want to do what you want? Listen to you."  of."

    Smiling Hu Cheng Qingshan smiled, "There's no reason for the guest to overwhelm the host. Of course, he listens to his nephew and the secretary. Don't forget, everything is secret, isn't it?"

    "Hahaha, okay, okay, since the old uncle said so, my nephew Yu will not be polite." Secretary Wang Youtian stood up while rolling up his sleeves.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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