The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

The conference room was filled with smoke, and a group of village cadres looked at the young people in the city.

Yesterday when I heard that he beat Feng Shao, I was shocked.

The other party is very powerful, and the village owner should be polite to them.

Chen Chong compensated and said with a smile: "Aren't you here to find the leader? You say how to solve it?"

"This matter is difficult for you," the village owner looked very embarrassed, "but it's not impossible..."

"Then what?" Chen Zhong looked at him.

The village owner changed his subject and said, "I heard that you painted a painting and sold it for 50?"

"Yes." Chen nodded emphatically, secretly amused, seeing his hesitant look, and said proactively, "Could the village owner be an elegant person? Do you also like art?"

"Yes! I really like painting. I didn't tell you that when I was in elementary school, I was praised by the teacher for painting, saying that I was a material for being a painter!
Alas, if it wasn't for the poor conditions in my family, I couldn't go to junior high school, and I would be a college student anyway, so I would dedicate my youth to Xiaoniu Village. "

The village owner sighed, in fact, he is just a big bastard, who doesn't know anything about art, and he is completely interested in its value.

One person immediately flattered and said, "Maybe the village owner is now at the level of a county owner."

Chen Zhong said with a respectful expression: "I am willing to draw a picture for the village owner, and all the leaders!"

Everyone seemed very happy, thinking that this young man could sell so much money, it would not be appropriate for them to ask for it directly, but it is always okay to accept the painting.

"I also want to draw a picture in our common people's home to record the folk customs and life." Chen Zhong continued.

Now everyone looked at each other and didn't say anything. They were still discussing the hidden matter just now...

The village owner thought for a while and said, "Painter, please go to the office next to you and wait."

After Chen Zhong followed the old man in, a cadre kindly turned on the air conditioner for him.

Feeling the warm wind, Wang Guozhong said: "The ability to turn on the air conditioner is the treatment of the leader. I also enjoy it with you. I thought I had to ask them, and you should do it yourself!"

Chen Zhong smiled, and noticed that there was a coal stove in the corner, which was from a long time ago and obviously hadn't been used for a long time.

"I don't want him to go to the villagers' homes. If we see someone still using anthracite, we will be responsible."

"If he doesn't say anything, can he control the villagers from going out?"

"I think who wouldn't be happy to let him in, give a picture to every house he went to, and say that it was requested by our village committee?"

These cadres quickly discussed the results and decided to use paintings to silence the villagers!
"Painter, can you let the villagers keep a painting as well, it will leave an impression on us." The village chief came in.

"No problem." Chen Zhong asked, "Then I had conflicts with those people..."

Although the village owner found it difficult, he thought that he supported Feng Shao's group in the resort, so it should be no problem, so he said directly: "Don't worry!"

"What I'm giving you must be a masterpiece. I'll give it to you after I've conceived it." Chen Zhong shared cigarettes for them.

The village cadres showed a smile on their faces. Naturally, they should be treated differently if they have status. They took the cigarettes and talked and laughed.

At this time, a man came in, saw the young man smoking a cigarette, and taunted him, "You just want to please yourself with three yuan of cigarettes?"

Everyone didn't understand why he said such words.

The village head said: "Niu Gen, this is Hetianxia, ​​100 yuan a box, don't talk nonsense if you don't have knowledge."

The person who came was the middle-aged man who was smoking in the van. I didn't expect the village chief to help an outsider talk about him.

And the young man actually lied to himself, thinking of belittling others and saying that the golden leaf is good smoke, he felt ugly.

After they separated, Wang Guozhong said that this person was a high-ranking official in the village and the third-in-command village accountant.

Chen Zhong guessed that the village owner probably wanted to take the opportunity to beat the other party, and it had nothing to do with him.

However, they still sent someone to follow, nominally to inform the villagers, but actually worried that he would ask random questions.

Several people walked into a house nearby.

In this family there happened to be a young man lying on the bed stretched out, and the person taking care of him was an old woman in her 60s.

It may be due to the presence of patients, or it may be due to compliance with the regulations above. There is no raw coal, and the house seems extremely cold.

"Ma'am, this is a painter. He's amazing. A painting sold for 50 yuan. Our village asked him to give you another painting." The village cadre said cheekily.

"I've heard, I've heard." The old woman seemed very excited. She had no money to treat the child and hoped to sell it for money.

"Ma'am... is this your son?" Chen Zhong put his hands on the young man's wrist, and then covered him under the quilt.

"Yes, I can't breathe after being hit by soot, I'm afraid it won't work if this continues..." The old woman burst into tears as she spoke.

"Mom, I haven't served you before, it's really disrespectful." The young man coughed as he said that, tears also flowed down his face.

People who saw it couldn't help being moved, Yuan Rou, who had been silent all this time, was also wiping her eyes.

Chen Zhong took his pulse just now, took a brief look at his condition, sat on a small stool, and drew a simple and clean rural family.

Pots and pans, chimney coal stoves, and weeping old women and young people are added, which is warm and desperate.

He drew another cheerful picture of a smiling face waiting for spring, and everything began to sprout. It seemed that people's mood and body just fell asleep, then revived, and handed it to them.

After seeing it, the old woman and the young man expressed their thanks again and again. This is the best blessing, right?

After going to several companies in a row, Chen Zhong encouraged them in the same way.

During this period, a sensitive topic was involved, and the cadre who followed did not say anything, and did not give up until the evening.

"Great painter, I feel like you are a doctor." The cadre said.

Yuan Rou was surprised, she didn't expect the other party to see it?But the master didn't reveal anything about it?

She couldn't help asking: "Why do you say that?"

"Because a doctor cures the disease and saves the life, he is even more noble than a doctor, and he also brings hope to people." The cadre said.

Yuan Rou looked at the master who was arranging the paper. This was probably a silent lecture.

Back at the residence, Chen Zhong sighed and said, "I didn't find anything today, time is almost running out."

"Master, you said that you are not a god, even a god can't do things, just work hard." Yuan Rou comforted.

Chen Zhong shook his head with a smile and said, "But I promised that those who suffer from the soot poison will be held accountable."

Yuan Rou didn't know what to say anymore, some people just took the responsibility of the world as their own and would work hard to complete it.

It was still snowing outside, and it was said that if it rained another day, the mountain would be sealed off, and it would be difficult to go out.

Chen Zhong casually flipped through his drawing, and said suddenly, "I may know what caused the soot poisoning..."

"What is it?" Yuan Rou didn't expect to be discovered by the master after only one day, he will never disappoint people's expectations!