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Chapter 1671 This old man is quite anxious...

"It seems that Sun Jianping allocated 5,000 yuan to hire a duo from Jilin to perform in various towns. I just went to take a look, it was simply..."

"What's the matter?"

The duo act continued until three o'clock in the afternoon, when Secretary Zang reluctantly took the bus back to Hecheng. As soon as he got back, he reported the situation to Lao Cai!

"That actress's outfit is really... disgusting! It's immoral!"

"Stop it, it's immoral... You watched from ten to three!" Old Cai laughed, "Errenzhuan is like that, if you don't talk, laugh, play or make noise, no one will watch it."

"I despise Sun Jianping. Why don't you do something elegant, like the Hecheng Poetry and Painting Association we are going to organize. That thing is so elegant... They... just go down the wrong way!"

It also made Secretary Zang very angry!

"Don't talk about those useless things. I want to ask you, what did Mr. Jin Pufeng do? Is he willing to join our poetry and painting association?"

"The old man nodded and agreed. Leader, you said he is such a big shot, and he is also a member of the Qing Dynasty royal family. How come he has been hiding in our small place for so many years and no one knows about it!"

"What do you know? The old man is just being prudent and protecting himself! Have all the poets, painters and calligraphers in Hecheng been notified?"

"Yes, the notice has been sent out. We will gather at the new office building at 10 a.m. tomorrow for the Spring Festival tea party."

"Very good, you did a good job on this matter!" Old Cai smiled and waved his hands, "Go back and rest!"

"Good leadership!"

Secretary Zang rolled his eyes at him quietly and said, "Very good, very good. Damn it!"
It’s the New Year, and Nahe gave everyone a bonus of 300 yuan. I’ve worked with you for several years, but I’ve got nothing!

This year, no hairtail or apples were distributed!

It's done!

"New Year's tea party, poetry and painting association?"

After watching the Errenzhuan, Secretary Fang brought his wife and children to Ermajia for a "visit". Sitting on the kang in Lao Cao's house, Sun Jianping couldn't help asking when he heard that Hecheng had set up such an elegant association.

"Well, isn't it true that our Hecheng has produced a treasure-level figure, Mr. Jin Pufeng! He is a member of the Qing royal family, a famous calligrapher and painter, and is said to be the younger brother of the last emperor..."

"Brother, is this the guy who flew with you to Beijing for a meeting a few days ago?" Qian Huijun brought a tea tray, poured tea leaves for everyone, and asked.

Xie Qingqing glanced at Qian Huijun stealthily, and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed of herself. She had always been proud of her looks, but in front of Qian Huijun, she was indeed inferior!
"Yes, that old man."

Sun Jianping picked up the teacup and handed it to Lao Cao, and then handed another cup to Secretary Fang, "The old man has a bit of a strange temper."

"Anyone who is into poetry, calligraphy, or painting usually has some quirks, that's normal!" Secretary Fang laughed, "We sing Errenzhuan here, doing folk music, while they set up calligraphy and painting associations, doing highbrow music."

"What does the Poetry and Painting Association do? Just write poetry and paint." Lao Cao really couldn't figure out what the purpose of this association was. It was probably just a bunch of people in the circle sitting together and gossiping!

It doesn’t sound that good anyway!
"Yes, write some poems, draw some pictures, and sing praises of the good situation!" Secretary Fang laughed, picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Not bad, where did you get the tea?"

"Leaves from blueberry trees picked from the mountains."

“Hmm, this taste…”

"I can write poetry, too. I'll write you a poem: Gulu River, gurgling. The water pipe is so thick, gurgling into the ground. Next year, the rice will grow thick!"

Cao Chungui, a famous folk poet from Ermajia, composed a poem on the spot, which made everyone laugh until tears came out. Old Cao was so angry that he glared and grabbed a feather duster and threw it at him, "Get lost! You are everywhere! You are a disgrace!"

"This old man is purely jealous!" Cao Chungui grabbed the feather duster and ran away.

"Excuse me, this guy in our family is a bit stupid..."

"It's okay, it's okay..." Secretary Fang wiped away her tears. "After the New Year, we will be busy again. We must grasp the key points of this year's work and strive to take our county's economy to a new level, realize the goal of an annual output value of 600 million yuan as soon as possible, and strive to transform the county into a city!" "Don't worry, leader!"

Today is New Year's Eve, and Secretary Fang couldn't stay any longer. After taking his wife and children to take a look at the glass greenhouse, he rode his three-wheeled motorcycle back home to make dumplings to welcome the New Year.

After seeing Secretary Fang off, Lao Cao took out the family tree that had been gathering dust for a year from the top of the cupboard and placed it in the west room. Xiao Xingwu hurried in, grabbed a stick of incense as thick as his little finger, lit it and ran out!

The children are busy setting off firecrackers!

"Come here, come here, burn incense and kowtow to your great grandfather, great grandmother, and great grandfather!"

Old Cao grabbed his grandson by the collar, and Xiao Xingwu knelt on the ground and kowtowed!
"Happy New Year to all my great grandfathers, great grandmothers, great great grandfathers, great great grandmothers... and all my ancestors. Eat more dumplings!"

After saying that, the little guy got up and ran away!
"This kid!" Old Cao laughed, and also knelt on the ground, solemnly kowtowed to the ancestor. Looking at the place reserved for himself in the yellowed and old family tree, he sighed softly.

Sooner or later you have to "go up" yourself!

After burning the incense and placing the "three animals" of chicken, duck and fish as a sacrifice, Lao Cao walked out of the door holding a bundle of burnt paper and took a look at the cattle farm. Firecrackers would be set off tonight and it would be bad if they scared the cattle.

Yu Changhai drove a donkey cart to the back mountain to "welcome the gods" to his ancestral grave. Lao Cao walked over slowly with his hands behind his back and slapped him on the back of the head. "What time is it? Look, it's already dark and you just remembered to visit the grave? Don't you know that the grave will be closed after noon?"

"You know nothing!" Yu Changhai rolled his eyes, "Aren't you just bringing our ancestors back home to celebrate the New Year?"

"Then what's the point of this thing?"

Lao Cao picked up a 1.67-meter-tall, colorfully paper-made cheongsam-wearing beauty, and began to draw eyebrows and strokes for her. It was really exciting!
"I burned it for my father. Otherwise, the old man would be lonely down there alone. I burned a little girl down there for him to play with..."

"You fucking bastard...your old man will beat you to death!"

"Don't talk nonsense, who knows how happy the old man would be!" Yu Changhai grabbed the paper beauty and threw it on the fire, "Dad, I'm afraid you'll be lonely, so I burned a beauty for you to play with. It's the New Year, let's go home and celebrate the New Year... It burned so fast! The old man is so anxious..."

What the hell!

Lao Cao was shocked!
Chun Guihu is not much better than Yu Changhai. If I die in the future, he will do the same to me...

That still makes him filial!

Understand what his father wants!

Hey!

At nightfall, Ermajia was quiet on New Year's Eve. Sun Jianping's family sat together making dumplings, and the children ate frozen pears and watched TV. After a while, they found it boring and ran to play with Xiao Xingwu one after another.

"Another year!"

Miss Qian lay on the kang, pinching the dumplings into lace with great interest, and sighed faintly. Qian Guozheng laughed, "The children are one year older, and my daughter is old too!"

"I'm not old. With daddy around, I'll always be a little girl!" Qian Huijun winked playfully. The old man shook his head, "It's all because of Jianping that you spoiled me. You can't even make dumplings! You're just causing trouble for others. Go away! You poked all the dumplings I made!"

"Tsk, this is what they call blessed people don't have to work hard! Isn't that right, cat?"

Miss Qian picked up the old cat and gave it a kiss. The old cat immediately raised its paw and rubbed its face with a look of disgust.

"Smelly cat!"

"Dad, I heard that Lao Cai also has a few construction teams, and I guess he wants to get some projects from you."

The old man's hand holding the chopsticks paused.

(End of this chapter)