Don’t Mess with Shennong

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Regarding the sending of red envelopes and money, Wang Ping'an was originally an attempt. As a result, she was recognized and rewarded by the Shennong Auxiliary System, rewarding many merits.

Therefore, no matter what these old people think, and no matter what they say, they are happy to send their own money.

The money is sent out and the merits are gained, which is happiness.

As for what others think, take care of yourself.

If it is impossible, if you want to meet someone, just ask: "Do you care if I send money?"

Oh, it's a joke.

Fairies acted so freely and unruly.

"Uncle Deli, why are you yourself? Village accountant?" Wang Ping said, holding the money, to the village branch secretary.

"The son of your accountant's family is back. I heard that a small factory was set up outside. It was a good thing. I came back with a BMW this morning. It's magnificent. How happy is Lao Luyong to entertain guests at home, Even the issue of money is too lazy to ask. "

Village Party Secretary Wang Deli replied.

Wang Ping'an nodded and had a little impression of the accountant Lu Aimin's son, all of the same age, but they didn't play together as a child.

After all, Wang Ping'an was a fool at that time, and not many people played with him.

Lu Dashan, the son of the accountant, and Wang Guodong, the son of the village party secretary, are clever children. They belong to the child king in the village. There are too many places to play, and they disdain people like Wang Ping'an.

Just like Wang Pingping now, he will not deliberately take care of the real, big silly, and small winter in the village.

In other words, now Wang Ping'an and Wang Zhencai are also difficult to communicate with each other. The time they get along is getting shorter and shorter, and they have gradually become strangers.

It is the same reason that the Tao is different and that it is not a matter of collusion.

In the words of the village, that urine is not in a pot.

Wang Ping'an thought of this and raised the money in Yang's hand and said: "Since the accountant is not here, then please trouble you to register. The person who has received the money, just press a fingerprint behind the name."

"Yes, anyway, this is your money, you have the final say, no complicated procedures." Wang Deli agreed happily.

The poor old widows and old ladies in the village, when they saw this, they really paid money, and they suddenly broke down.

"Oh, Erbao is really a good person. I'll tell you, this kid has been honest and won't lie."

"Yes, this kid really didn't lie to people as a kid, and I can testify about this."

"Thank you so much, thank you so much, so much money, I can have a good new year."

Those who didn't receive the money and those who received the money were all praising Wang Ping'an, and he praised him as a flower, the ten best young people in the village.

Even a few elderly people who did not meet the poverty conditions received money.

So Wang Ping's merit value was silently increased by a few.

It took less than ten minutes from Wang Ping's arrival to the village committee, until the money was paid, and the fingerprint was pressed.

"Okay, everyone has already collected the money, so let it go. If so much money is not safe at home, it will be deposited in a credit union or bank in the town."

The village party secretary began to rush people, after all, a large group of people have been crowded in the village committee is not ridiculous.

So the group again thanked each other, laughing and talking to each other, and went out.

At this moment, I saw the village accountant Lu Aimin, with his son Lu Dashan, walked into the village committee courtyard, just walking with the group of old ladies.

Lu Dashan was in his twenties, two or three years older than Wang Ping'an, and went out to work after finishing junior high school. He was very smart and clever. After learning technology, he opened a small factory by himself.

Now, he is wearing a brand-name suit, his shoes are shiny, tall and thin, and his skin is black, and he looks very energetic. When he greets people, a dazzling gold watch with diamonds appears on his wrist.

"It's really lively here today. Come to the three uncles, you smoke ... fifth grandma, I remember you smoke too, come one, soft Chinese, good smoke."

Lu Dashan was able to speak up, greet people non-stop and disperse smoke.

Lu Aimin watched his son's entertainment with great gratification and greeted the villagers.

As an out-of-town household, the male educated youths who have inserted the door backwards have been living in mountain villages with strong clan ideas for these years. It is really not easy.

Now that his son Dashan is having a good time, he will show it in front of all the villagers.

"Dashan is breathing out, and I have smoked soft Chinese. But I don't smoke anymore, huh, quit." The old man clenched the thick red envelope in his trouser pocket and couldn't bear to pull out his hand, saying he had quit smoking.

Another old woman with half of her teeth waxed, her hands copied in the pockets of her old coat, also smiled and refused: "I don't smoke anymore. I quit for a long time. I heard people say that smoking is harmful to health."

Several other former smokers also used the same excuse to say that they had quit smoking.

Lu Dashan dismantled a box of good cigarettes and did not let out one for a long time. This made him all smiles, embarrassed and puzzled, and did not know what happened.

The village accountant Lu Aimin was even more puzzled, frowning. These people who said to quit smoking also saw several people smoking in the field yesterday. He even saw cigarettes in his pockets.

But the village party secretary Wang Deli knew the reason, smiled and greeted him, and took a cigarette, which resolved Lu Dashan's embarrassment.

"The mountains are full of breath, and they have chosen Soft China. By the way, this is the second treasure in the village. Do you still have an impression?" Wang Deli introduced actively.

"Isn't that the second fool, of course I have the impression." Although Lu Dashan heard his father mention it a few times, he knew that Erbao was now able to tolerate it, and he mixed well in the village, but he still habitually called him a child.

Facing Wang Ping'an, he had a faint sense of superiority, which originated from the memories and habits of his childhood. These memories and habits continued until he went out to set up factories early this year.

Wang Ping, who he remembered, was still a fool, still stupid.

Even after coming back this morning, when my father mentioned Wang Ping'an, he said that he didn't seem to be stupid, his brain was basically normal, and he mixed well in the village, but Lu Dashan thought that how good it was in the village?

Like being in a big city, having your own factory, and having a dozen or so employees, that's what you really mean.

Like myself, I bought a BMW car and was the first person in my village to buy a BMW.

Wang Ping, who makes two small profits by contracting orchards, what is the profit? Maybe someone is behind him.

The accountant Lu Aimin knew Wang Ping ’s status in the village and hurriedly reprimanded his son: “Dashan, what should I say? His name is Erbao. Do n’t shout out those nicknames before and disrespect people.”

Wang Ping'an didn't know what to say. There weren't too many things about Lu Dashan in his memory. Even if there were, they might have forgotten, indicating that the two people had no friendship or conflict.

But when I met today, the other party's tone was very aggressive, which made Wang Ping's heart not very happy.

Why don't you dare to blame yourself in front of your village peers who don't even have memories?

With a three-point puzzle and three-point pride, Wang Ping said calmly, "Who are you?"