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    Feng Yimin returned to Taoyuan Village with his family. It was almost three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Mrs. Feng had been thinking about them in her heart all day. To say who she missed the most, it was of course her little granddaughter.  She couldn't see Mengmeng for a day, and she was so worried about missing her that she couldn't find the energy to do anything. She stood in her own canteen selling things, and looked towards the mountain intersection from time to time, mumbling.  Said: "This eldest son is really serious. It's almost half past three. If you haven't brought someone back yet, what are you doing outside?"

    As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Yimin's figure appeared at the mountain intersection, accompanied by Su Wan and three little children. When Mrs. Feng saw them from a distance, she immediately smiled on her face, even her  Without even realizing it, he had already rushed out of the canteen and ran quickly to the mountain intersection. He picked up Mengmeng and said, "Hey, my little darling, why did you walk back by yourself? You made grandma feel bad."  , does your foot hurt?"

    She checked Mengmeng from head to toe and found that she was fine everywhere. Then she felt relieved. She stood up and raised her eyebrows and said, "You two heartless people, how could you let Mengmeng go away on her own?"  Coming back? She is still so young, what if she hurts her foot? Where is the car you hired? Why not send you back?"

    Feng Yimin knew that he couldn't do it unless he explained clearly, otherwise his mother would bury him to death. He quickly said to Mrs. Feng: "Mom, you misunderstood. I was holding Mengmeng all the way. She was the one who was about to die when she saw her just now."  When we got home, I made a fuss about going down by myself. Don¡¯t I have to rely on her? Our business was very good today. We met a wealthy customer who packed up all the leftover fruits we sold and took away the car.  He drove away, and I took their mothers to a restaurant in the provincial capital to have a good meal, and then came back slowly."

    After hearing this, Mrs. Feng stopped blaming him. Mengmeng was her darling. She would make anyone suffer if she dared to make Mengmeng suffer. Only then did she notice that her eldest son was holding a baby in his hand.  He looked at the cardboard box and said with some confusion: "What did you bring back?"

    Feng Yimin glanced at the box and said, "Mom, this is the special Moutai I bought from the provincial capital. There are five bottles in total. This wine is very good. I just wanted to bring it back for you and dad to try it together."  Don¡¯t we have a lot of Ganoderma lucidum at home? Soaking a little bit in it should be much better than ordinary wine.¡±

    Maotai liquor is so famous that even Mrs. Feng, an old lady from the country, has heard of its name. Knowing that her eldest son cares about the old couple, she couldn't help but feel a little relieved, but she still said frugally: "This  These things are expensive. I have seen them in shops in provincial towns. You may not be able to buy them even if you have a ticket. How expensive is such a small bottle? Where can I use it to make wine? What kind of wine can't be used to make Ganoderma lucidum?  Bubble, there¡¯s no point in wasting such expensive wine.¡±

    Feng Yimin told his mother about going to dinner today, and comforted her with a smile: "Mom, this wine is a bit expensive, but no matter how expensive it is, it is still wine. How can it compare with your and dad's bodies? You two  Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll buy some after I finish. Isn¡¯t it just a few bottles of Maotai? Our family can still afford it. By the way, I made more than 30,000 yuan from selling fruit today, and all of it was deposited into Mengmeng¡¯s account.  Here, ask Xiaowan to hand the bankbook to you later."

    This made Mrs. Feng couldn't help but smile and narrow her eyes. She nodded and said kindly, "Okay, I'll get a piece of Ganoderma lucidum and soak it in it tomorrow. If it's really effective, let's put some other bottles in it."  It¡¯s also brewed. This wine is so expensive, so we can¡¯t let outsiders drink it. Let¡¯s just drink it at home and don¡¯t talk about it to attract others¡¯ attention.¡±

    "Mom, don't worry, I'm sensible. Let's go home quickly. Mengmeng didn't even take a nap today. Look at her little head, it's almost like a chicken pecking at rice."

    Mrs. Feng hurriedly went to see Mengmeng and found that she was still dozing off with her eyes closed. She looked very well-behaved. Mrs. Feng carefully put her little head on her shoulder.  His voice became softer when he spoke: "This poor guy hasn't slept all day. Let's go home quickly and let Mengmeng lie on the bed and sleep well. The child must not lack sleep, otherwise he will not grow taller in the future."

    Mrs. Feng walked ahead with Mengmeng in her arms. When she passed by the canteen, she didn't even look inside and walked back to her home. In her heart, nothing was as important as Mengmeng. She  She took Mengmeng back home, went directly into the room and put her on the crib. She also carefully took off her shoes and wiped her face. When she saw Mengmeng turned over and slept soundly, she  She covered Mengmeng with a quilt and walked out, going to the kitchen to tinker with Ganoderma lucidum wine.

    Feng Yimin was still not idle when he returned to the village. He walked out of his house and came to the brigade. Sure enough, he saw Zhang Guangming inside, who was playing with the abacus with his head down. He walked over.It is simply not a normal person to help others, and they don't want the benefits when they are delivered to their doorsteps. I have never seen such stupid village cadres. How did they become village cadres?

    There was not much time left for him to be in a daze. When Feng Guoqiang saw him, he felt very unsightly and said rudely: "Boss Sun, since the business cannot be completed, please leave our village. If you continue to mess around,  Be careful, I will arrest you as a blind man."

    The fruit man was so angry that he fell over and almost choked himself to death. Fortunately, he still remembered whose territory this was and didn't dare to run wild here. He only gave them a look of resentment and hurriedly  The ground left.

    Feng Guoqiang stared at his leaving back and said sarcastically: "Bah, you bastard without balls, what does he think of us? Who can see such little benefit from him? I just care.  Just growing some watermelons can make a household worth 10,000 yuan, and he thinks we are village cadres who only get a few dozen yuan as a dead salary, and we look down upon others!"

    Feng Guoqiang is a very upright person. He is a revolutionary hero who has gone to the battlefield to kill the enemy. He despises such selfish villain behavior. His family is now well-off and he does not care about the small salary of the militia leader.  If it wasn't to defend the village, he would have given up his job long ago. Several other village cadres have the same mentality. They are all the best in the village. Trying to bribe them with benefits is simply a fantasy and impossible.  of.

    "Why pay attention to people like him? He only knows this little crooked way, but he reminded us that it's time to find a good market for the watermelon." Feng Yimin watched the fruit man disappear at the mountain intersection, and gradually  fell into deep thought.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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