Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

This was the first group activity for the four-member team, and everyone's anticipation and excitement were beyond words.

Murong Xue was the worst among them. This was her first time going out with her friends, although this trip was not for fun.

The day before going to Shan'ao Village, Liu Junxi's father was also sent by Murong Bazong to join this trip, under the pretext of "having a reliable appearance."

Subtext: When you need to find an important person to connect with, find him.

Well, this is good. Whether the team is reliable or not is another matter, but at least Secretary Liu's image as an elite is very deceptive. If a few people want to know some news, they can send him to get it right.

The difficulty of copy missions has dropped sharply!

Shan'ao Village is as its name suggests. It takes only an hour and a half to drive all the way from the provincial capital to the village. Murong Xue vomited three times after getting off the car. Her little face was pale and tears were hanging on her eyelashes. She looked like a porcelain doll that was about to break.

In fact, this journey is not far, only more than 70 kilometers in total, but there is no direct access to the highway and provincial roads, so no matter how you plan the route, you have to take 30 kilometers of mountain roads.

Song Pingqing reached out and stroked the back of Murong Xue, who was lying weakly on her lap, and sighed in her heart.

Whether it is to grow cash crops or develop cultural tourism, don't we have to ensure that the roads are unobstructed to achieve the goal? With such a broken road, the logistics will suffer a huge loss before the goods are shipped out.

It turns out that if you want to get rich, you must first build roads.

Song Pingqing made a note in the small notebook, and Liu Junxi also started writing at the same time as her.

This guy said that he was not good enough, but he was more delicate than anyone else in his heart, so he could naturally think of this.

Fortunately, there were no smartphones and the Internet was not very developed at that time, otherwise if a video of this group of child soldiers was taken and posted online, the Murong Group would be scolded by the entire network.

When they arrived at the village entrance, the old village chief was already waiting with his people. With the help of his bodyguards, the old village chief tremblingly got into the first car that Song Pingqing and others were in, and pointed the way in the direction where they lived.

Shan'ao Village is a large village with about 300 households. The uneven terrain is full of winding paths and houses are stacked one on top of the other. There are a few brick houses that look a bit sleeker, but most of them are adobe huts.

What is surprising is that the roads in the village are much better than those outside the village. No matter how narrow they are, they are all smooth concrete roads.

"Why are the roads in the village so good?" Song Pingqing asked the old village chief who came to pick them up. This kind of road should not appear in a small mountain village at this stage of development.

"There were several millionaires in our village a few years ago, and they built this road together. It has been more than ten years since the construction began." The old village head, an old lady who looked very energetic, explained to Song Pingqing patiently, "We were ignorant back then. If we had known earlier, we should have built this road outside the village."

A group of young soldiers naturally cannot say directly that they are here to investigate a poverty alleviation project, as that would just make people laugh, so when they meet them they say "General Manager Liu (Secretary Liu) is here to investigate and research, and he brought a group of children to experience life in the countryside."

"The house we've arranged for you is the best in the village," said the old village chief. "It's a brick and tile house."

Someone had already arranged a residence for them - one of the few brick houses in Shan'ao Village. It was said that this was built by the first ten thousand yuan household in the village.

It is said to be the best house, but in fact it is just so-so, with classic terrazzo floors and white lime-chip walls. The lamp on the roof is old and it flickers several times before it lights up after you pull the cord.

It's glamorous but it's absolutely impossible to work at night.

"It seems to have a smell." Murong Xue's face was pale.

"It's very humid." Song Pingqing replied, "Let's go to the second floor. It will be better there."

"Let's go up and take a look first." Murong Xue followed Song Pingqing upstairs. The three bedrooms on the second floor were indeed slightly better, but they were very dirty. Dust flew everywhere when the door was opened. It seemed that no one had ever cleaned them.

Murong Xue's face turned even paler, as if she was about to cry.

...You can't blame her, after all, she has never seen such a scene before.

Song Pingqing looked at her deeply and asked, "Are you planning to take a rest or clean up with us?"

Murong Xue gritted her teeth and said, "I'll clean up with you guys."

Song Pingqing didn't expect her to do anything, so he asked the bodyguard to bring her suitcase in, and then he went downstairs to search the house, and indeed found a few rags and a large iron basin.

"Sprinkle water, mop the floor, wipe things, buy things, divide the work." Song Pingqing said to everyone with ease, "Uncle Liu has no choice, Uncle Liu has to go shopping."

"Why?" Secretary Liu laughed in silence. Song Pingqing was really good at commanding everyone.

"There's nothing we can do. Who made us young and weak?"

Murongxue was really bored, so she chose the job of sprinkling water. Wu Qiming thought he was quite strong, so he chose the job of mopping the floor. Song Pingqing had to take charge, so he could only go to wipe things. It happened that the father and son went out to buy goods.

"Don't buy too expensive. The prices of rice and flour are fixed. Ask the village chief before buying." Song Pingqing explained bit by bit, leaving Murong Xue dumbfounded. "As for eggs, ask if there are any farmers in the village who often sell them. Buy from the farmers' homes."

After thinking for a while, Song Pingqing added, "When buying, you can also ask how many chickens and ducks he can raise, what their output is, what kind of feed they feed, and find out whether they are free-range or caged. You don't have to rush to eat pork right now, but you have to ask clearly how to buy it. Oh, you can bring the cooks assigned to the bodyguards with you and ask them to help carry some things."

"How do you know so much?" Wu Qiming was stunned.

Only Secretary Liu nodded with a faint smile of satisfaction.

Song Pingqing rolled his eyes: "I just came from the village!"

No wonder he is so skilled!

The purchasing team went out to hunt, and the people in the house started to get busy.

Song Pingqing took out masks, smocks, headscarves and sleeves from his suitcase and distributed them to several people, and also threw them to the people in black suits downstairs.

"Where did you find these things?" Wu Qiming was stunned again. It was the first time he realized that the gap between people could be so big.

"Ask the housekeeper for it," Song Pingqing replied. "These are what the cleaning ladies have the most."

After being busy for a while, they finally finished cleaning up at two o'clock and everyone was already starving.

Of course, it was impossible to prepare a sumptuous lunch in such a tight time. Song Pingqing fetched a basin of water, cleaned the stove, and skillfully lit the fire and started cooking.

This series of actions not only shocked the three teammates who had never seen a wood stove, but even Secretary Liu, who came to eat, saw his old mother for a moment.

When you are in a hurry, egg and tomato noodles are the most convenient. The golden and fluffy scrambled eggs are mixed in the sandy tomato sauce, and garnished with green cucumber shreds. It is refreshing and delicious.

"I have never eaten anything so delicious in my life!" Wu Qiming was so moved that he burst into tears.

When I turned around again, Murong Xue had already abandoned her image and finished the whole bowl.

The young lady is really hungry.

After finishing his meal, Secretary Liu squatted aside and fiddled with his cell phone. He quickly sent a text message: President, I was careless. Song Pingqing knows how to use a clay stove.

He quickly received a very brief reply: Oh.

After a while, a new message came: Has Xueer eaten?

Secretary Liu: Yes, they ate. The young lady even helped them clean the house.

Mr. Murong: Yes.

In the following time, the four-member team used their true nature as naughty kids to prove one thing to Secretary Liu: naughty kids are more difficult to serve than domineering CEOs.

The first person to attack him was Song Pingqing, who had a grandmotherly smile on her face: "Uncle Liu, you've already had your meal, isn't it time to go gather intelligence?"

Before Secretary Liu could finish his sentence, "Just let your Uncle Liu take a breath," he saw his son Liu Junxi sticking his head out of the kitchen holding an unwashed porcelain bowl:

"Yes, Dad. We already have some ideas, and we're just waiting for you to verify them."

Secretary Liu: My son stabbed me in the back?

He began to miss his little cotton-padded jacket far away in Jincheng City.

Due to the limited accommodation conditions in the countryside, Song Pingqing and Murong Xue not only had to sleep in the same room, but also had to sleep in the same bed.

Compared to the old father next door who has to sleep with two boys, Murong Xue is actually quite content.

"What do you do with these bamboo poles?" Murong Xue looked curiously at the six bamboo poles that Song Pingqing brought into the house.

"Let's build a small shed to prevent the wall dust from hitting your face in the middle of the night." Song Pingqing asked her to hold on to it and tied the bamboo poles to the bed legs with a thin rope. A simple frame was built.

"Wow, it has quite a sense of atmosphere!" Murong Xue had never seen it before and found it very novel.

However, it soon ceased to be novel to her.

She had never slept on such a hard bed in her life!

"Pingqing..." The eldest lady's voice was choked with sobs, "Have you always slept on a bed like this before?"

"Um…"

Song Pingqing: Your teammates have fallen into a deep sleep, please do not disturb them.

Compared to the foresighted Song Pingqing, everyone else, including the bodyguards, had their hair turned white overnight.

The moment Wu Qiming saw Song Pingqing and Murongxue, he started screaming, "Why are you the only ones okay?"

Murong Xue showed a little pride: "We set up a small tent in the house yesterday!"

Song Pingqing nodded with a smile.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh you are bullying me!!!!” the naughty kid yelled while going to find hot water to wash his hair.

"Well... I didn't expect that the wall dust would fall off so badly." Seeing Liu Junxi's face full of dirt and despair, Song Pingqing also felt a little embarrassed.

"It's just that we don't have experience." Liu Junxi's mentality improved at this moment, and he comforted her, "It's okay. Knowing more about such feelings will inspire inspiration more easily."

What? Are you starting to engage in self-PUA so soon?

“I want to see where the kids here go to school.”

After breakfast, Murongxue whispered to Song Pingqing: "I want to see how they study in such an environment."

"But it's summer vacation now, and schools are closed." Song Pingqing was a little confused.

"I only dare to go during the summer vacation, otherwise I will disturb you." Murong Xue said.

Secretary Liu went to find someone to learn about road planning issues today, so Murong Xue had to come up with this little idea herself.

"Let's go to the village chief's house." Song Pingqing had a good impression of the old lady village chief. After all, most women who can become village chiefs these days are quite capable.

So the four kids called a few bodyguards and walked to the village chief's house.

The old village chief was not surprised by the people's intentions and even supported them: "This is a good thing. However, there is only one primary school in our village, and the middle schools are all in the township."

"Why not put them all in the village?" Murong Xuechao asked Song Pingqing in a low voice.

"There are few people," Song Pingqing said succinctly. "In villages with even fewer people, even the primary schools are jointly run. Children have to walk a long way to go to school."

"Can't I live on campus?" Murong Xue was curious.

"We don't have that condition," Song Pingqing replied. "Families with relatives near the school will let their children stay with them. Those without relatives will have to rely on others."

Murong Xue was shocked when she heard this.

Wu Qiming was also surprised: "What if it rains?"

"Hold an umbrella or wear a raincoat." Song Pingqing felt that their eyes were gradually filled with sympathy. "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"So if you hadn't come to Jincheng, you would actually be studying in this kind of environment?" Liu Junxi knew that Song Pingqing's family environment was poor, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.

"Ah, no, that won't happen. My mom said she would definitely find a way to get me to study in Jincheng. She would probably need to get a temporary residence permit and pay a large tuition fee."

After that, Song Pingqing added: "Actually, I am quite grateful to my uncle. No matter what, at least he gave everyone a chance."

Even for those who were eliminated at the beginning, President Murong Ba gave them a scholarship that was enough to cover the tuition fees.

It is just a small expense for him, but for parents who value their children's education but are short of money, this money is really important.

The primary school in Shan'ao Village is built in a relatively high location in the village, and one has to climb a long staircase to get up.

Of course, there is no rubber track or playground in the primary school in Shan'ao Village. Even some second- and third-tier cities today do not have such things.

However, the classroom is a brick and tile house of high quality, with clean and bright windows. Although it is just a flat with only three large rooms, and children from two grades have to squeeze into one class, it looks very clean.

Such conditions are much better than those in many poor mountainous areas.

Because it was the holidays, there was not even an old man guarding the school gate, and time on campus seemed to have stood still.

"Is this also funded by those millionaires?" Murong Xue asked.

The old village chief nodded and said, "They were all built at that time. Children must study. Only by studying can they have a future."

The old village chief took out a bunch of keys and fumbled for a long time before finally finding one and opening the school's big iron gate.

As I walked into the campus, I could faintly hear the sound of reading, the voice was clear and crisp, coming from the direction of the classroom.

"Didn't they say it was a holiday? The door was locked, and there were still people studying here?"

Song Pingqing looked around and said, "Oh my goodness, how did he get in?"