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Chapter 323: He is needed for education!

"Yes, ma'am, I understand. I'll go after I finish feeding the horse!"

Sun Jianping didn't want to look at Wang Xuejun's domineering face, so he responded vaguely and turned around to enter the room.

"Have you seen that little nanny Wang Jingang? That guy painted his eyebrows like a fairy in the mountains. It's so..." Li Xiuzhi kept talking about what she saw and heard while sitting at lunch. Sun Jianping laughed. "Wang Jingang... is really pretty."

"Yes, you guys all have the same virtue! As soon as that guy came out, the eyes of all the gentlemen in the village went straight, and they wished they could grow up in her body..."

Li Xiuzhi thought of her men staring at Wang Jingang's swollen breasts and the dripping pig figure, and she wanted to give them a thumbs up!
Look at your potential!

I don’t have one at home!
You have to go see those two things!

After Sun Jianping finished cleaning the stables, he sat on the ground reading and studying. Wu Longma poked his head over and read with him.

"Can you understand?" Sun Jianping raised his head and smiled, pinching his beloved horse's chin.

Wulongma snorted, opened his mouth, and bit his wrist playfully.

"Jianping hurry up and go into the conference room to tidy up. The big leaders from the capital are going to give us a policy report!" Xu Jinshui hurried over and Sun Jianping stood up, "Wang Jingang's father!"

"Well, they say they want to educate us old farmers and raise their awareness."

"Fuck, we need him to educate us!"

What Sun Jianping couldn't see the most was how condescending these people were, so he retorted to Xu Jinshui, who laughed loudly, "I was angry just looking at it, but there was nothing I could do about it, who is my eldest brother's in-laws now! What the hell!" Give me the broom and I'll clean it up."

Seeing that Sun Jianping didn't want to go, Xu Jinshui didn't know what to say and went into the conference room by himself.

"I want to see what he can tell!"

Sun Jianping grabbed a brush and brushed the horse's hair. He turned around and saw that the villagers were coming. He picked out the horse hair on the brush and threw it into the earth basket. He turned around and walked into the conference room to listen to the big director's "high talk". ".

The black horse hissed in anger!

Don't go!
Feeling comfortable!
Then brush it!
Unreliable master!

The small adobe house in the village was crowded with people, and there was still the same table. Wang Jingang's father, Wang Xuejun, was wearing a clean, new blue tunic suit, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and a pair of triangular trousers that were the same as Wang Jingang's. He looked sideways at the group of farmers who were coming in one after another, and raised the corners of his mouth in a slight arc.

"Ahem, everyone, be quiet!"

When Wang Xuejun saw that people were almost there, he took a puff from his cigarette and coughed twice. The room that was a mess just now was completely silent. Everyone looked at this "respectable man" from the capital with awe and subconsciously leaned back. Damn it.

"Well, today, I will do some ideological work for you... This ideological education is very important, and it concerns us... Right, everyone should pay great attention to it, especially you two leaders, Lao Cao and Lao Xu!"

Wang Xuejun seemed to have returned to the conference room where the government unit was giving reports. Facing the hundreds of comrades below, the leadership temperament he had formed over the years burst out vigorously. He raised the hand holding the cigarette into the air, waved it vigorously, and then followed it. With a strong tone, he chopped down hard, with the momentum of cutting this small adobe house in half, pushing aside the clouds and mist, and seeing the blue sky!

Everyone shrank their necks and listened in awe as the leader talked about everything from U.S.-Soviet relations to the war in the south to the global situation. It was really eye-opening!
It turns out that there is another country in the world called Sandbox Chicken!

Oil-producing!

What kind of embargo is there to force Citizen people to run out of gas!

"Isn't this ridiculous? How can we cook without oil?"

"Then don't fry it, just stew it!"

The two started whispering, making Wang Xuejun so angry that his face turned green!
These farmers!

Unlearned and incompetent!

Eat and wait to die!

That's oil, oil!
It’s not soybean oil for cooking!
"In a word, looking at the world situation, the situation here is very good!"

"Everyone applaud!"

Seeing that he had finished speaking, Lao Cao wiped his sweat and clapped his hands hurriedly!

Everyone at the scene clapped their hands quickly, and Aunt Xu even made her hands turn red!
Look at my in-laws, how tall they are!
Know everything!

Also know about sandhole chicken!

The sandhouse chicken is delicious when stewed... Sun Jianping raised his eyebrows and snorted from his nose. He is still a director, so that's all he can do!
"I'm not done yet!"

It was obvious that Wang Xuejun was not satisfied yet. He cleared his throat and said, "We have to talk about the issue of ideological education every day, every month, every year, and we have to dig it out from the root. Let's do this. I suggest that we have a meal for the whole village tomorrow. Remembering the hardships and thinking about the sweet rice, let everyone be grateful for the hardships of the old society and the sweetness of the new society!"

Got it!
Sun Jianping's face twitched!

If you don't act like a monster, you will die, right?

When I heard that remembering the bitter and remembering the sweet, everyone's faces turned ugly. Isn't this nonsense!

"Comrade Zhang Ziyi will prepare this sweet meal for us. Comrade Zhang, do you dare to accept this arduous task?"

Zhang Ziyi’s face turned dark!
Thinking of me, Chef Zhang, who is also the number one person with a well-known dialect. You asked me to make Yikusi sweet rice. The key is to make it as delicious as possible. Aren't you just trying to make things difficult for me?
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lao Xu hurriedly tugged on his sleeves.

"Well, I didn't know."

"Okay, then it's settled. Let's have a sweet meal together tomorrow night! At that time, we will invite the old people from the old society to come forward and speak out! Tell us stories from the past. King Kong, don't forget to record it when the time comes."

"I know dad!"

Wang Jingang’s “Dad” was particularly affectionate!
He also glanced at Sun Jianping provocatively!
hum!

"Then let's stop here today, let's get ready!"

As expected of a leader, wherever he went he showed an aura of giving advice and scolding Fang Qiu. Everyone stood at the door timidly. Lao Cao accompanied him with a smile and said, "Leader, please come first!"

"Ok!"

Wang Xuejun snorted dullly, strode out of the door, and everyone followed him one after another.

"Why didn't he bring his beautiful little wife out?"

"I guess I hide it at home and don't want others to see it!"

"Let me tell you, his wife's waist... is so thin, and her calves are so white!"

"Just look at the legs, those two big smacks... swinging back and forth... tsk tsk..."

Lao Cao came over and slapped these brats on the backs of their heads one by one, "What are you arguing about here? Go home and go to bed!"

A few unlucky guys got slapped for no reason, scratched their heads, and said with playful smiles, "Uncle Cao, ask Uncle Zhang to make the Yikusi sweet rice more delicious. Don't clean the rice bran and make your throat irritated!"

"Can I mix some more sugar for you?"

"That's daring!"

"piss off!"

Lao Cao swung his cannon and frightened several guys into fleeing.

"You can really mess around!"

Sun Jianping followed Lao Cao and entered the stable first to take a look at his precious horses. Every time he saw these horses, Lao Cao felt reassured.

With these strong laborers around, we won’t be afraid that the two-horse rack will have a hard time!

When Wulong Ma saw Sun Jianping coming in, he stamped his hooves in anger, staring at the brush on the wooden shelf with his big eyes, and threw his head behind him, as if to tell him to come over and comb the horse quickly!

Tickle!

"Every day..."

Sun Jianping had no choice but to walk over and pick up a brush to comb its hair. The black horse stopped making trouble and closed his eyes to enjoy the "horse killing chicken" quietly.

"Uncle, how do you make this Yikusi sweet rice?"

Sun Jianping pulled off the horse hair and asked.

(End of this chapter)