Madam always trying to piss me off

Gu Zhihao led all the villagers to send the leader away, and the old village chief stomped his feet: "Oh, you are too honest, so you just send it away like this? You don't even leave the leader for a meal?"

"Huh? Are you still eating?"

Whether he missed this meal, he really didn't remember.

"You are such an elm-headed person, you can't even remember this bit of worldly wisdom?"

The old village chief stomped his feet angrily, but he was pushed aside by the villagers who swarmed up after he stomped twice.

"Is what you said true, village chief?"

"When do we start?"

"Should I call our three boys back from outside now?"

There were so many questions, Gu Zhihao couldn't answer so many people's questions with one mouth.

He asked everyone to ask one by one, don't ask together, their brains were so shocked that they couldn't tell the number.

It was only then that people realized that they were too impatient, and at the same time that honest and responsible Gu Zhihao had returned, it seemed that he wasn't the one who was blowing up on stage just now.

This is not important, what is important is that what he said on the rostrum has reached people's hearts, as long as it can be realized, it will be a great thing.

"I'll come, I'll come first!"

The chubby Aunt Gu squeezed forward, her bucket-like waist bumped lightly from side to side and knocked the others aside.

She came in front of Gu Zhihao: "Nephew, you said it's easier for us to make money than it is for the children to make money outside, isn't it true?" Her husband is also surnamed Gu, so she and Gu Zhihao have always been on the same page.

"It's true, absolutely true."

"Okay, I believe you! How many pigs do you need to raise to make it happen?"

"Hahahahaha..."

There was a roar of laughter.

People made fun of her: "Old Mrs. Gu, go home and kill your two precious pigs. From now on, the village head will make us rich and stop raising pigs."

"That's right, it just happened that the pig was slaughtered and everyone had a good meal, so it's considered that you have made a contribution to the village..."

"Bah! That's a good idea. Even if my pig is slaughtered, I will eat it when my son comes back. I won't give it to you!"

The villagers laughed and laughed, killing pigs was a joke, but obviously everyone felt that there was no need to raise pigs.

Gu Zhihao told Mrs. Gu clearly: "Ma'am, go back and feed the pigs. You will have to raise thousands of pigs in the future. It will be enough for your busy work."

"What if you can't sell it?"

"Can't sell it? If it can't be sold, they will be driven to my house. I will buy it, which is twice the market price."

"Okay, that's what you said? Everyone heard it, our village chief promised me to raise a thousand pigs..." Mrs. Gu went back happily.

A thousand pigs?

It was twice as high as the market price, and this attraction made everyone excited.

"Village chief, I also raise pigs!"

"I also raise them, are they all twice the market price?"

"And my family..."

The villagers forgot about the problem just now, and now they all want to raise pigs. Gu Zhihao has one head and two big pigs, and he can't stand it anymore.

At this time, Shi Yuke stepped forward and said loudly to the villagers: "Everyone, don't worry. When you went to send off the leaders just now, the village chief asked me to post a detailed method of getting rich on the bulletin board. You don't need to raise pigs. There is work to be done and money to be made.”

"As long as everyone puts their hearts into one place, throws off their shoulders and works hard, they will be rich!"

Shi Yuke's two sentences are very down-to-earth and very useful, so the villagers rushed to the village committee again.

Gu Zhihao wiped the sweat off his brow, gave his wife a thumbs up, and said in admiration, "My wife is still amazing, and you solved my problem with just a few words. By the way, what did you post on the village committee? I didn't let you post it. something."

"walk home."

Shi Yuke took her husband's arm and hurried home.

When I got home and closed the door of the backyard, I said, "This is what I posted, take a look."

She pointed to the wall, good guy, there is a big piece of red paper pasted on the wall, and the beautiful calligraphy on the red paper turned the thoughts he had pent up in his study these days into black letters on a red background. superior.

More specific, more detailed, more actionable!

"My wife, you are so kind."

He hugged his wife happily and kissed him, regardless of the door of the house was open, it was full of people inside.

Shi Yuke blushed, and pushed him away: "What are you doing now that you're an old husband and wife? Don't do this, it's a joke."

"I'm not the one who helped you. It's all my sister and brother-in-law's idea, and my uncle helped write it."

The words on the red paper were written by Sheng Hanyu, Sheng Jiang took the pen to write, Shi Youxuan came up with the idea, Shi Yuke came forward, everyone completed it together!

Gu Zhihao became the village head as he wished, and he cooked two tables of sumptuous meals to celebrate. During the dinner, he drank too much.

After drinking too much, he took Sheng Hanyu's hand and wept bitterly, thanking Dade: "Brother-in-law, you are really my nobleman. It is the first time in my life that I am so elated, giving my ancestors a face..."

He was so drunk that he didn't even know when his sister's family left.

……

Sheng family.

When Sheng Hanyu returned home, he was called away by the company without even entering the house.

Class [-] became famous in the first battle, and the customized study plan and workbooks that helped the children get high scores in the exam are indispensable.

And these have been registered trademarks by Dingsheng, applied for patents, and have been put into production after the results of the college entrance examination come out!

Workers work overtime and print 24 hours a day, but the supply is still in short supply.

And Sheng Hanyu was urgently called back to the company. It was because foreign education professionals saw the news and came to Dingsheng to ask for cooperation.

The meeting was late, and it was late at night by the time he got home.

The light in the bedroom was on, and when he saw the light, most of his fatigue disappeared, but his heart ached even more.

It has been like this for many years. Every time he comes home late from overtime work, his wife will leave a lamp waiting for him to come back.

He gently pushed open the bedroom door—shock!

There was no one in the room, Zichen and Litian were there, and the mother and son were fighting the landlord.

"You're back?"

When Shi Youxuan saw her husband, she handed her a cup of hot milk.

He is busy with work and often eats irregularly, so every time he gets home in the middle of the night, his wife will prepare a cup of hot milk for him to help him sleep.

"It's midnight, why don't you two go back to sleep?"

He took the milk and drank it in one gulp, but reprimanded his two sons in displeasure: "You are such an old boy, and you don't know how to feel sorry for others. Your mother is busy all day and works very hard, and she plays poker with you at night?"

The son didn't dare to say anything, but the wife corrected him: "You trained the wrong person, I didn't let them sleep, and dragged them to fight the landlord with me."

Sheng Hanyu: ...

Well, since my wife made it up, there is no need to train her. My wife is right in everything she says, and in everything she does.

"Go back to sleep."

Zichen said: "Father, we have something to discuss with you."

Sheng Hanyu: ...

He was surprised again.

Waiting for him in the middle of the night, do you have something to discuss?

"What can't be said tomorrow, but must be said now?"

"You go to work early tomorrow, how can we have time to tell you?"

Zichen retorted, but he wasn't angry, that's right, his son was right, during the day...it's true that he doesn't have time to spend with the child.