Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 497

An Ning and Jiang Xia successfully joined the team that was clearing the snow and clearing the road. From a distance, each of the little blacks was steaming, especially like freshly steamed steamed buns.

An Ning greeted the villagers with basically the same words.

"Back?" "Yes, back."

"When did you come back?" "Just came back."

"How did you come back?" "You came back by train?"

……

Chatting, that's what it means.

We walked peacefully all the way, and finally found An Guoming, An Sancheng, and the men of Uncle An's family among the crowd.

She called people one by one, and everyone spoke in a warm and friendly tone.

An Sancheng even invited Uncle An to go to his house for dinner in the evening. Uncle An reluctantly said, "Let's eat in two days. It's not too late. I just came back today, have a good rest."

Uncle An spoke, but An Sancheng did not dare to refute.

Everyone continued to shovel the snow, An Ning was shoveling next to An Guoming, shovel after shovel.

"Second brother, why don't you go back? I feel like you won't be very useful here."

An Guoming next to him really has no strength. Although he insists on exercising every day and learns boxing from Master Tang, the work he does is different from that of the people in the village and does not require such a lot of physical effort.

He was really tired from doing such physical work all at once.

but……

"It would be bad for me to go back like this. I might as well pretend to do it here."

If he leaves now, he will really stand out from the crowd and be very conspicuous.

"No, everyone knows you."

If it is straightforward and touching, it cannot be anyone other than An Ning.

An Guoming faked a toothache and said, "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome!"

An Ning understood, but still replied to An Guoming with a smile.

"Second brother, who is coming?"

"Lingling——-dodge! Dodge! Avoid——-touch!"

A middle-aged man riding a bicycle, riding through the thick snow to the newly swept ground, slipped and fell in front of An Ning.

An Ning quickly stretched out a foot and blocked the sliding bicycle, blocking its trajectory.

"The car was kicked into pieces!"

The sound of falling to the ground was very loud. After he finished speaking, An Ning took his foot away and gave it away quietly. Seeing that the bicycle continued to slide, the villagers behind him dodged one by one and made way for the bicycle. Smooth road.

"Bang-ding-dong!"

Fell into a ditch.

The wheels are facing up and a little crooked.

"My car - what are you doing! Don't you know how to help me?"

The middle-aged man struggled several times on the slightly slippery ground, stood firm, squatted down, squatted down and stood up again, his hands dancing in the air.

"What kind of dance is this? I've never seen it before?"

An Guoming held a shovel in both hands and pretended to ask An Ning, but An Ning responded very cooperatively: "Ground dance."

"Oh--that's pertinent, like, right."

The brother and sister, who were standing and talking without feeling pain in their backs, were glared hard by the middle-aged man, but he couldn't protect himself, as his feet slipped as if they were greased.

"Which village are you from? Is it from Shiligou? Is it from Shiligou?"

The man accurately named Shili Gou, could he be the one who came to check?

At this moment, An Ning and An Guoming looked at each other. The brother and sister had the urge to send back the snow they had just swept away.

Sun Dazhuang stood out from the crowd, raised one hand and shouted: "I am the village chief of Shiligou, who are you?"

"I'm the one who called you! Who else, please come over and give me a hand!"

Sun Dazhuang gave the shovel in his hand to someone else, curled his lips, and when he turned his back, his face was as numb as a dummy, and he went to help the middle-aged man who was wandering around.

The middle-aged man finally found support. After standing firm, he said in a hurry: "Why did we sweep here? Didn't I tell you to hurry up!"

"The new leader will be here soon. Can you leave on this broken road?"

Sun Dazhuang, who was supporting the middle-aged man, said in a serious tone: "We spent our own money to repair the broken road. What does it have to do with the county?"

"Besides, aren't these all people? There can't be so many ghosts out on a snowy day. The day has not come yet."

The middle-aged man was startled by Sun Dazhuang's words. He wanted to throw away Sun Dazhuang's support angrily, but he couldn't stand up and finally did not throw away.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Someone will fix my bike!"

"Hurry up. This is the time to make your village proud. Why don't people know how to take advantage of it? When people come down and see that the road is clean, they feel a little bad. If anything happens in the future, can you take care of it? Do you want to share it?"

The middle-aged man who changed his mind and spoke made Sun Dazhuang unable to fight back. After all, what he said did make some sense.

Sun Dazhuang asked everyone to continue working. He then asked people to go to the ground on one side, dig out some loose soil and sprinkle it on the ground.

"Stomp."

"what?"

"It won't be slippery when you step on the soil."

Sun Dazhuang said it loudly, and the middle-aged man stepped on it with both feet. Sure enough, he stopped slipping.

"It's really good...what do you mean?"

Before the middle-aged man finished sighing, he saw Sun Dazhuang handing him a shovel.

"Sweeping the snow? Isn't this very important? Don't you want to?"

The words "you don't want to" made the middle-aged man reluctantly take the shovel and start working.

An Ning looked at Sun Dazhuang, who was a bit sinister, and whispered to An Guoming: "The village chief is really awesome."

"That is."

Everyone continued to clear the snow, and half an hour later we saw two small dots in the distance.

"Are those two people?"

"Really, why are you going out in such heavy snow?"

The villagers chatted casually, which aroused the middle-aged man's reluctance.

"Hurry up and get to work! Where do you come from with so much talk!"

The middle-aged man is like a mean taskmaster, earning everyone's dislike.

The reason why everyone is still here is because Sun Dazhuang and An Ning's family are still there, otherwise many people would have left their homes long ago.

They are all barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, so they don't have much fear of middle-aged men.

The working atmosphere was a bit depressing. Everyone was busy clearing and shoveling the snow, clearing the road for the person who was about to go to the village to inspect.

It's not impossible to conduct inspections, but having someone clear the snow at short notice is a bit unethical.

"Folks, Shili Gou is in front, right?"

The voice was somewhat elegant, and when he looked up at the person, he witnessed this conjecture.

The person who came here must be young. He looks like he is in his thirties. His face is very clean, but not the kind of white that cannot be seen in the sun. It has a very clean but very healthy complexion.

The person is not very good-looking, but he looks very comfortable.

"We are from Shiligou."

"Yes, if you walk along this newly swept road, you can see Shiligou."

"Whose relative are you? Do you look unfamiliar?"

“Stop fucking nagging—please—sweep—county county———”