Chapter 26 (Chapter 26 (2nd Update)...)

Facts have proved that it is really easy for Uncle Wang to spread the word.

When he said something, the surrounding cadres would express their opinions.

"ah?"

"Why is he like this?"

"It's so shameless."

"Fortunately, it's not from our county, tsk tsk tsk."

"I knew this person was not good. Last time he applied for a stack of papers from me, but he took most of them away for his own use, and not much was used for official work. It made me angry.

That means he is not from our county, otherwise I would definitely file a complaint with the county magistrate. "

The county magistrate blended in perfectly, holding his precious enamel cup and interjecting:

"You are looking for me because you are not from our county. The cadres in our county are still saving paper. Speaking of which, please give me some paper. I have almost enough."

"County Magistrate, why have you run out of paper again? Your paper is too useless."

"Hey, there is a lot of official work, I promise, I will definitely save money this time, please give me some approval."

Father Song, who had unknowingly gotten a little closer, was confused.

The government cadres in his imagination: serious, dignified, and grand.

And now the cadres he sees are: gossipy, down-to-earth, and frugal.

Father Song, a common man who came into contact with real cadres for the first time, was completely shocked.

And the cadres are still discussing:

"Okay, I'll approve it for you later. Speaking of which, I don't want to approve it for him. He's not from Huling County. I'm afraid he will say our county is stingy when he goes back."

Huling County is close to their county, but unlike their county, Huling County is relatively wealthy.

The main reason is that their location is good and there are many factories. The more factories there are, the better the economy will be.

But their next-door neighbor in the county seems a bit shabby.

So this comrade was a little worried that if he didn't approve the paper, he would bring shame to their county.

The county magistrate replied leisurely: "I haven't said yet who Huling County sent us."

"He is out there taking advantage of the people. We know that this person is not a cadre of our government, but the people in the county don't know.

Seeing that he often comes in and out of government compounds, I must have thought he was a cadre from our county. Wouldn't that bring shame on our faces? "

Originally everyone was just gossiping.

As soon as the county magistrate said these words, all the cadres present reacted.

Some of them are locals, and some are transferred here, but no matter what they are, everyone still cherishes their reputation.

If the reputation of county cadres is bad, then wouldn’t rounding mean that their reputation is also bad?

"This is not okay, County Magistrate. We all abide by the law and do not take advantage of the people. We cannot let him ruin the reputation of our county government."

"Yeah, I'm not married yet. If everyone misunderstands this, how can I find a partner?"

"What the people in Huling County do has none of our business. County Magistrate, you can't ignore it."

"We can't let this matter go like this."

With so many people talking around him, the county magistrate slowly took a sip of water with an expression like "Okay, okay, I'll sacrifice myself for you."

"Since everyone has said so, I will write a letter to Huling County today and ask them to take their people back. Don't worry, everyone, I will find a way to clarify this matter to the villagers and try not to affect you. ”

Seeing that the county magistrate's statement came out, the cadres all breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking back to how excited I sounded when surrounding the county magistrate just now, I blushed a little and hesitated with an embarrassed look on my face.

After all, it is a bit awkward to write letters to other counties to scold their people.

The county magistrate was still smiling:

"It's okay, it's okay. Everyone has suffered a terrible disaster, so it's understandable that we're a little emotional."

"I'm the county magistrate, so of course I can only do this kind of thing."

The secretary to the county magistrate just looked at him.

I thought to myself that it was obviously you who wanted to replace people, but you acted like you had to sacrifice yourself for the cadres below.

The county magistrate also noticed the secretary's gaze. He didn't care at all, but happily began to think about how he would write the letter.

Be sure to give a good description of what that comrade did when he came to their county.

They didn't do any work day after day, either eating or drinking. They even ate and took food and looked down on their county. Last time, they actually wanted him to treat them.

Thinking of the arrogant expression on the other side's hints and the way he looked down on ordinary people in his words, the county magistrate couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart.

In fact, even if things like this year hadn't happened, he would still have to think of a reason to get people away.

Don't you want him to treat you? He invited him back to his hometown, which was polite enough.

I originally thought that this time I would inevitably have to fight with Huling County. Unexpectedly, a handle was brought to my door today.

The county magistrate was very happy, so he asked:

"Uncle Wang, do you know the person who was defrauded? After all, that comrade also believed in our county government and was defrauded of money by accident. I personally paid for them to make up for the money."

Uncle Wang pointed at Father Song, who was looking at him dumbfounded:

"It's from Yao'er's house who has been to our building several times. That's his father."

The county magistrate immediately smiled: "Hey, I'm an acquaintance."

The secretary was puzzled: "You seem to have never met Yao'er's father, right?"

The county magistrate said confidently: "Yao'er and I are acquaintances, and Yao'er and his father are acquaintances, so is there any problem that his father and I are acquaintances?"

secretary:"……"

Okay, you, the official, have the final say.

He followed the county magistrate resignedly and watched as the county magistrate grabbed Father Song's hand, held it and shook it a few times:

"Comrade, you have been wronged this time. That cadre is from Huling County. I will write a letter to their county to report this situation soon."

So you must remember clearly that this has nothing to do with our county cadres.

After finishing speaking, he started to take out his pocket again:

"Don't worry, he won't have another chance to lie to you in the future."

Father Song was still confused when the county magistrate stuffed a dollar into his hand:

"I heard what Uncle Wang said, he cheated you of seventy-two cents, right? Come on, I'll replenish it for you."

Father Song realized what he was doing and quickly refused:

"No, no, no, it's not your business, county magistrate. How can I ask you to make up for it?"

"It's okay. I'll let him pay me back the money I gave you."

When the county magistrate said this, Song's father felt relieved.

He glanced at the other party carefully: "Then I'll take it?"

The county magistrate smiled and nodded: "Take it, don't worry, I'm not the one who was taken advantage of. Why should I help him pay off his debt? I will ask him for it."

Father Song felt even more relieved when he heard that the county magistrate would not suffer any loss.

He took out his money from his pocket and counted it slowly: "Then wait a moment, I'm still looking for you..."

After doing some calculation, he was not sure: "Twenty-eight cents?"

The county magistrate nodded: "You have a good calculation, but you don't need to change the money, and there isn't much."

Father Song looked at him with a look that said, "You still said you weren't a victim".

"Twenty-eight cents is enough to buy twenty-eight eggs. How can we not look for them?"

The county magistrate, who looked at him with an expression of "I didn't expect you to be so wasteful":...

He smiled stiffly: "Then you come to me."

Then he quickly changed the subject: "Who did you learn arithmetic from? Have you ever gone to school before?"

There are very few people of Song’s father’s generation who come from poor families and still go to school.

Father Song was a little proud: "I learned it by myself. I gave it up before, but after this happened, I started learning it again."

The county magistrate agreed:

"Yes, yes, you are indeed very young at your age. It is not too late to learn now. Your youngest son is smart. You are his father, so he is definitely not far behind."

The secretary next to me was a bit hesitant to say, and wanted to say that you don't seem to be a few years older than me.

Father Song didn't care. He felt that the county magistrate had praised his son, and he was very proud.

After experiencing this incident, Song's father would rather be slow when dealing with money than make mistakes, so he found out 28 cents and counted it three times before handing it to the county magistrate.

The county magistrate was not in a hurry and waited until he finished counting and put the money in his pocket before asking:

"By the way, did you come alone? Yao'er didn't come with you?"

Dad Song: "How could it be? Today I am accompanying Yao'er to look for books, and he is right next to me... eh?"

Where is his son?

Father Song was anxious for a moment, then he remembered that this was a government building and no bad people would dare to come in, and then he relaxed again:

"I don't know where this kid has gone. I'm going to look for him."

The county magistrate stopped him: "No, just ask Uncle Wang."

He turned to Uncle Wang, who had finished gossiping and continued sweeping the floor slowly, and asked, "Uncle Wang, have you seen Yao'er?"

Uncle Wang kept sweeping the floor: "Go to the bookcase."

The county magistrate turned back to look at Song's father: "Let's go and have a look. I haven't seen this child for a long time, and I really miss him."

Dad Song: "..."

Uncle Wang had been gossiping just now, how did he see where Yao'er went.

As expected, she is the only cleaner in the whole building.

When the two of them arrived at the bookcase, Song Yao was already sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding a book that was bigger than his face and reading in trance.

He was already smaller than his peers and looked like a six-year-old child. Now holding such a big book, he looked even smaller and very cute.

The county magistrate showed a gentle smile and said softly to Father Song: "I'll go say hello to him."

Father Song nodded. If you want to say hello, say hello. Why are you talking to me?

He glanced at his secretary.

Huh.

Why does he have such a miserable expression?

What's wrong?

The next second, Father Song knew.

He watched helplessly as the young county magistrate walked quietly behind his son, and then said suddenly: "Hey!"

"ah!"

The child who was addicted to reading screamed in fright. When he turned around and saw that it was him, he was so angry that he stepped on the county magistrate's leather shoes.

The county magistrate laughed and ducked away: "Why are you so angry? Didn't you scare me last time when you suddenly sat up on my sofa?"

Song Yao's face puffed up and she looked at him angrily: "I didn't mean it! You are too vindictive!"

County Magistrate: "Yes, I am famous for holding grudges."

Song Yao: "..."

He snorted, weighed his short legs against the county magistrate's long legs, and felt that he couldn't beat the other, so he sat down and continued reading.

Seeing that he didn't come to settle accounts with him, the county magistrate approached him instead:

"What are you looking at?"

Song Yao didn't want to talk to him and continued to look at himself.

Dad Song didn't know why, but he always felt that the county magistrate seemed to come to life in front of his son.

Although he no longer has the maturity and stability he had just now, and he no longer has the cunningness (it should be okay to say this quietly), he looks very happy.

The county magistrate turned his face and saw Father Song looking at him in confusion. His expression paused, and then he smiled:

"Haha, I saw this kid was cute, so I wanted to tease him."

——So it’s not that I’m naive.

"Isn't Comrade Song in the honey business? My secretary is quite knowledgeable. Why don't you ask him to explain it to you?"

When Dad Song heard this, he suddenly became excited.

It was only after he started his own business that he realized that if he wanted to make something in business, he had to either listen to the experience of his predecessors, or he could only go astray and experiment step by step.

Of course Father Song doesn't want to go astray, but the people around him are all ordinary people, how can anyone do business?

Now that he had a rare opportunity to study, his knowledge-hungry eyes immediately fell on the secretary.

The secretary who had never been exposed to the honey business said: "..."

He was desperate and went to see the county magistrate: You want me to teach you a ghost?

The county magistrate looked at him: You can do it.

secretary:"……"

In his heart, he was madly complaining that his boss wanted to play with his children and wanted to maintain his mature and stable image, but he had to show a standard smile to Song's father:

"I may not know much about the honey business, but I can tell you about several business models and common problems. Come on, let's invite you..."

Father Song followed the secretary with excitement on his face.

As soon as he left, the county magistrate looked left and right. Seeing that he was the only one here besides Song Yao, he immediately imitated Song Yao and sat cross-legged on the ground.

This was the first time he sat like this, and he felt full of novelty for a while.

However, Song Yao was not interested in the novelty-looking county magistrate. He was busy reading an introduction to ancient fans.

The county magistrate is also used to it.

Isn't it just because Song Yao doesn't always pay attention to him like those adults that he likes to get along with him?

It is tragic to say that after becoming the county magistrate, it is not good to be too gentle or too strong. Everything you say will be watched by people, and everything you do must be considered before and after.

After all, the life and death of a county depends on one's own decision. If one matter is not handled well, it may be a disaster for many people.

It's so stressful that I'm going bald.

The county magistrate touched his hair sadly:

"Yao'er, I wish I were just a kid like you."

Song Yao took the time to look at his year-end friend: "Why do you say that?"

The county magistrate sighed heavily: "Hey! Being an adult is really tiring and stressful."

Song Yao didn't quite understand: "Why do you feel tired when you are an adult? It's great. My father can come to the county by himself wherever he wants to go. If I want to come, I can only ask you to take me."

The county magistrate smiled bitterly: "You don't understand. I haven't had a good night's sleep in several days. I feel like I have wrinkles recently."

Song Yao put down the book and looked at the county magistrate's face seriously: "It doesn't look like you really have wrinkles. You look several years older."

"It's over, you are no longer the youngest county magistrate."

County Magistrate: “…”

He touched his smooth face and thought it wasn't that bad, so Song Yao continued:

"Well, you go to my dad and buy some honey from my house. Honey can nourish the body and beautify the body. I will ask my dad to give you a cheap price, one yuan and seven pounds. You will feel better after eating it. "

County Magistrate: "...Okay, I'll buy some, but didn't you really say that I'm getting old because you want to sell honey?"

Song Yao felt that his character had been insulted, and the child pursed his lips: "How could that happen?!"

"I won't lie! You are just old!"

County Magistrate: ...You should just lie.

Song Yao was very curious: "Why are you so stressed? I see that you eat and drink every day. I haven't seen that your shoes are new, right? You already have new shoes, why are you still wearing them?" Are you unhappy?"

The county magistrate sighed: "My family bought me the shoes. What I'm worried about is not my family, but the county."

"The weather has been hot recently, and I've had several heat strokes. Summer hasn't even come yet, and that's it. When it comes, it'll be hard to do anything, or it will be so hot that you get heat stroke, which can kill people."

"I want to sprinkle water on the ground to lower the temperature, but the government can't come up with the money..."

Song Yao suddenly understood, and then his eyes lit up instantly: "Then you come to me!"

The county magistrate, who just wanted to complain to the other party, said: "...Don't make trouble."

"No, seriously, look what I'm looking at."

Song Yao struggled to move the book, which was bigger than his head, to the county magistrate's lap:

"Look, this is a fan. As long as we make this, no one will be afraid of the heat."

The county magistrate looked at the artificial fan in the book:

"Isn't this the kind used by the royal family in the past? This kind is very troublesome. Someone has to be behind and pull it constantly."

Wouldn’t it be whimsical to use this for ordinary people whose labor is very important?

Song Yao puffed up his chest proudly: "That's not what I want to do. What I want to do is fan the clock and swing the fan through the movement of the clock."

"And I saw other fans on this book."

He flipped through several pages in one breath and pointed it out to the county magistrate:

"Look, this is a water conservancy fan. As long as water is directed up, it can move by itself. But this one is so big. I don't have money to buy materials."

The child looked eagerly at the county magistrate.

The county magistrate from a wealthy family: "... Although I really want to help you, but..."

Song Yao: "No, it's not to help me, it's to help everyone."

He originally wanted to find a solution himself, but he turned around and heard the county magistrate talking like that.

Aren't they the same party...ah, alliance!

He pulled the county magistrate's arm and acted like a spoiled child: "It doesn't cost a lot of money, we can make a small one first, if it succeeds..."

Song Yao choked.

If it succeeds, it seems that you still need to spend money to buy materials.

The county magistrate figured it out quickly: "Okay, you can make a plan, and if I think it's okay, I'll sponsor you."

He thought Song Yao probably couldn't do it.

So he planned to take this book to the county carpenters in a while.

No matter how smart Song Yao was, he was only eight years old.

He wasn't crazy to believe that an eighteen-year-old kid could do such a big project.

The smooth-talking adult muttered in his heart, but the superior agreed quickly (Song Yao couldn't do it anyway, so he could agree to it anyway):

"You work hard, I believe in you!"

Song Yao didn't expect the county magistrate to have such confidence in him, and he was very happy immediately: "Yes! I will definitely not let you down!"

The two of them muttered and imagined how happy everyone in the county would be when these fans were made, and they were all very satisfied.

Song Yao wrote down everything in the book and decided to go home.

He couldn't wait to try it.

The county magistrate sent him off, and the secretary happened to bring Song's father over. When the two sides met, Song Yao ran to Song's father.

"Dad, did you learn anything?"

"I learned it, I learned it. You are worthy of being the county magistrate's secretary. You are as kind as the county magistrate and taught me a lot."

The county magistrate's secretary on the side:...It's okay to be kind, but it's not like the county magistrate.

Song Yao was curious: "What does it mean to be as kind as the county magistrate?"

The county magistrate suddenly had a bad feeling. Sure enough, after Song's father told him that he didn't want to find money himself...

Song Yao looked at him as if he was a fool.

The child didn't have much concept of money, but he knew how much money could be exchanged for.

"County magistrate, 28 cents is enough to buy 28 eggs. How can your family let you stay here alone?"

County magistrate: "..."

He thought, he would always remember:

28 cents equals 28 eggs.

When the group walked to the door, Song's father suddenly stopped:

"County magistrate, it's him."

The county magistrate looked and saw that it was indeed the one from Huling County.

When he thought that the other party was going to leave, he was so happy.

Then he heard Song's father say: "Remember to ask him for the money, it's 72 cents."

The county magistrate, who had not planned to ask for the money, felt inexplicably painful after hearing Song's father's painful words.

Yes, why did his family's money get cheap to this person?

He nodded and walked towards the other party.

After saying this briefly, the man showed a look of astonishment on his face and looked at the county magistrate in disbelief.

The county magistrate ignored him at all: "I gave you the money, you give it back to me."

The man: "..."

It is well known how rich the county magistrate's family is, and he has always been lavish, so how could he take this mere 70 cents seriously.

The county magistrate absolutely could not really do this for this few cents.

So this must be the other party deliberately humiliating him.

But he had no choice but to give it. He could deceive ordinary people, but he didn't dare to take advantage of the county magistrate.

The man could only take out 70 cents from his pocket and handed it over with a humiliated face.

The county magistrate took it, looked back at Song Yao Song's father, and thought of something, and turned back with a serious face.

The other party thought it was okay, but when he saw him coming back, he looked at him nervously.

Then he heard the county magistrate say:

"It's still two cents short, two cents is enough to buy two eggs."

"Don't think about defaulting on the debt."