I'm really not a filial son

Chapter 14 The Enemy Meets Extraordinarily Envy
"Secretary Zhou, this way please."

Zhang Desheng and his son looked obsequious, and took Secretary Zhou and his party to the back mountain.

Zhang Desheng spent a lot of money, not only repaired his father's grave to a high-end atmosphere, but also invited professional people to shoot it and made a promotional video.

He went to treat guests around the county again, and suddenly the reputation of Zhangjiacun's filial son spread in the county.Wang Zhuxi also took the opportunity to speak well in front of County Magistrate Zhou.Finally, Secretary Zhou decided to go to the countryside to visit.

Zhou Shuyi is a very filial woman, so she was very curious when she heard that there was a filial son. It was only when she came to Zhangjia Village and chatted with Zhang Desheng and his son that she realized that the so-called filial piety means repairing graves.

She felt a little uncomfortable for a while, but since she came here, she should go and have a look. After all, it is considered intentional to repair the elder's grave well.

Zhang Desheng looked at his majestic grave, and suddenly felt proud, feeling that the village party secretary must be stable this time.

Zhou Shuyi's hair is coiled, her face is very round, it is rare for someone with such a round face to look so pleasing to the eye, so beautiful.She looked around the cemetery, and she was really attentive, but she always felt a little awkward when she was in the cemetery.

Wang Zhuxi saw that Zhou Shuyi's expression was not very good, so he guessed that the effect was not very good. He looked around, and suddenly he remembered it.

"Secretary Zhou, look, this specially built stove can be used to burn money paper and set off firecrackers during the Qingming Festival, so you don't have to worry about catching fire and burning mountains in the future."

As expected of a person who has been in the officialdom for so long, Wang Zhuxi immediately gave the credit for the fire prevention to Zhang Desheng and his son.

Zhou Shuyi nodded. As a high-ranking county official, every year during the Qingming Festival, she would feel restless. She was always afraid of burning the mountain. Every year, many staff members were dispatched to patrol and publicize everywhere, but the effect was not good.

Zhou Shuyi looked at the square stove like a stove and nodded.

"very good."

Although high-end and atmospheric cement cemeteries like Zhang Desheng's are not popular in the whole county, the cost of this stove is not very high, but the possibility of operation can be considered.

After hearing Zhou Shuyi's agreement, Zhang Desheng and Zhang Zhengqiang were instantly excited and didn't want it. They felt that after so much effort, it finally paid off.

"Hey, there are two magnificent tombs there."

With sharp eyes, Xiaokui let out an exclamation, and pointed to the two magnificent graves on the opposite hill. There were still many people guarding the graves.It is estimated that the cement is not completely dry.

Zhou Shuyi took a good look, and immediately saw two extremely spectacular cemeteries, not only piled high and built big, but also decorated with cowhide stone lions.

Zhang Desheng's face instantly turned as black as pig liver, and he shouted blankly:
"When did he fix it?"

After all, when he left the village, he hadn't seen the construction start yet, but it took almost a week for the father and son to make connections in the county and entertain guests.

Zhang Zhengqiang also clenched his fist with one hand and gritted his teeth viciously.

"Zhang Zhicheng is that bastard."

"Aqiu-"

Zhang Zhicheng, who was walking to Zhang Fuqiang's store, yawned.I muttered in my heart, my son scolded me!

From a distance, Zhang Fuqiang waved at Zhang Zhicheng, not because Zhang Zhicheng was handsome or attractive, but because once he came, there would be another business.

"Why didn't you go to accompany Secretary Zhou?"

Zhang Fuqiang was a little anxious. You see, Zhang Desheng and his son are now like pugs, currying favor with Secretary Zhou, but you are still wandering around leisurely.

"Why should I go with her?"

Zhang Zhicheng muttered in his heart, I don't want to be an official, so what are you doing to curry favor with high-ranking county officials?

"You can hold your breath."

Zhang Fuqiang thought to himself, there must be a reason why people don't go, maybe they have other plans, it's not something small farmers like us can guess, after all, they graduated with heavy capital.

"Are there any new items?"

Zhang Zhicheng put one hand on the counter and looked inside.

"BJ roast duck, do you want it?"

"Not bad, there is BJ roast duck."

Zhang Zhicheng swallowed his saliva, as if he could smell the aroma of roast duck.

Zhang Fuqiang packed a roast duck in a lunch box and put it on the counter with a wicked smile on his face.

"You fool me, this is not BJ's roast duck at all, this is roasted by you."

Zhang Zhicheng is secretly a profiteer. This guy roasts a duck himself and wants to be a BJ roast duck to cheat himself.

"Why do you care so much, take a bite, I'm sure you like it."

Zhang Fuqiang is still very confident in his cooking skills. In addition to running the canteen, he also sells boxed meals, and there is a B&B upstairs, but these customers are rare, and the main business is the canteen.

This time when Secretary Zhou came to inspect, Zhang Desheng and his son naturally reserved a large table in his restaurant to entertain the leaders, so he was able to take out a roast duck by the way, trying to trick Zhang Zhicheng.

Zhang Zhicheng took a bite. Although it was not as good as the authentic BJ roast duck, it was still delicious.He murmured in his heart, Zhang Fuqiang was delayed by this small store. With his ability, if he went to the city to develop, he would definitely be much better than in this small store.

However, once people get used to the environment, they don't want to change. Zhang Fuqiang is like this. He likes this kind of comfortable life.

"how much is it?"

"Not expensive, only one hundred."

Zhang Fuqiang said in a sly way.

Zhang Zhicheng didn't want to bargain anymore. After all, if he was in the city, he probably wouldn't be able to get 100 yuan for such a roast duck.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhang Zhicheng wiped his mouth, and lay down on the recliner under the tree when Zhang Fuqiang was usually free. The breeze under the tree was very comfortable, and he suddenly squinted in a daze.

I don't know how long it took.

"Son, run."

Zhang Zhicheng sat up suddenly, rubbed his eyes, it seemed to be his father's voice, could it be that he was dreaming again.

"right here."

Two or two urban management cars stopped, and six or seven people got off in an instant. Almost at the same time, the young urban management youth and Zhang Zhicheng met their eyes.

"Captain, where is he?"

Zhou Mingwei was rubbing his sore butt that had been bumped all the way, he raised his head instantly, looked over, his eyes flashed fiercely.

"Little ones, take him away."

Zhou Mingwei waved his hand and roared, thinking of being punched and kicked by a group of people in Wulin Square that day, he was furious, especially this guy, he couldn't be bad, because he said not to slap his face, which made his face swell three times God, like a pig, it's miserable.

He thought, today, I will not interrupt your dog legs, I will trust you.

Zhang Zhicheng suddenly got up from the reclining chair. Seeing seven or eight city management officers surrounding him, he had no choice but to sneak into Zhang Fuqiang's house.

"Quick, close the door."

"What's the matter, what?"

Zhang Fuqiang wiped the water on the apron. He was about to prepare meals for Secretary Zhou when he saw Zhang Zhicheng rushing in with a frightened expression on his face. He hurried over.

"Mom-"

Zhang Fuqiang's wife saw the vicious urban management rushing in. In an instant, the dishes she was washing fell to the ground, and a piece of them shattered with a bang.

Seeing that Zhang Fuqiang was not kind, he hurriedly dragged Zhang Zhicheng into the bedroom and closed the door.

"Bump me—"

Zhou Mingwei didn't care so much, he waved his hand in an instant, and several city management officers began to slam into the door.

Fortunately, Zhang Fuqiang still runs a B&B, and he is afraid that the people living in the B&B will be dishonest, so his bedroom is equipped with a security door.Several city management officers couldn't break through for a while.

(End of this chapter)