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not far away.

Her mother and grandmother are talking.

"Sissy will be 20 soon, have you found someone yet?"

"No, this girl is still in school."

Qianqian's mother didn't tell about Yang Zhuo's affairs.

After all, it's not done yet.

"You have to keep an eye on it. Don't let this girl mix with those bad young people. If you are looking for it, look for a clean and virtuous child."

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll keep it closed."

New Year's Eve is approaching.

Most of the people who went out to work have returned, and the students are also on vacation.

The village is very lively.

The sound of firecrackers can be heard from morning till night.

It was all put by some children.

Drop the cannon, wipe the cannon or something.

It's not very destructive, the main thing is to listen to it.

intersection.

In the corner, an old tree root was glowing with fire.

Everyone chatted by the fire.

Some people play Fight the Landlords.

When someone is playing, there are people watching, and Yang Zhuo is among them.

Children nearby ran around, throwing cannons from time to time.

It was very lively.

"Yang Zhuo, it's the Chinese New Year, when will you leave?"

The neighbor's aunt asked casually.

"On the fifth day of the lunar new year, go directly to Nanyun Province and train there for a month before going to the capital."

Yang Zhuo answered every question.

The neighbors' uncles and aunts, uncles and aunts basically watched him grow up.

In front of them, Yang Zhuo has no airs.

At this time.

Yang Zhuo saw a big pit on the side of the road, and thought that before rebirth in his previous life, a cultural square was built here.

There are basketball hoops and fitness equipment.

There are also public toilets.

For the villagers to move their bodies and dance in the square.

Thinking about it now, there's no need to wait until then, he might as well fund and build one.

This land is the private land of the village committee, as long as the village party secretary and the others agree, it can be built.

And they have no reason to refuse.

After all, it is a good thing and a political achievement.

I saw that the village party secretary was not far away, chatting with a few people.

So Yang Zhuo wandered over with his bag in his pocket.

As soon as the idea was expressed, the branch secretary immediately expressed support.

The two talked while walking by the edge of the pit.

"Fill up this pit, build a cultural square, install basketball hoops, table tennis tables, fitness equipment, build a public toilet, and build a platform in the south. In the future, there will be singing operas and movies. Put it here, east and west. Go Green"

Basically, Yang Zhuo said and the party secretary listened.

"This fund is the same as building a primary school. You and my dad will combine it, and I will pay for it!"

"Zhongzhongzhong!"

The village party secretary smiled happily.

the other side.

A group of people watched the two of them gesticulating and rowing there, all very curious.

"What did Yang Zhuo tell the branch secretary?"

"I just heard that Yang Zhuo plans to build a square here!"

"Square? What square?"

"Just like the city, the cultural square."

"Is it true or not?"

"I heard this sentence just now, so I guess it's true. Otherwise, what's the point of Yang Zhuo and the branch secretary gesturing there?"

"This kid is doing good deeds again. Look at our village, it is famous in ten miles and eight villages."

"That's right. The elementary school in our village is the best, the road repair is the best, and a square will be built, it will be grand."

night.

Home.

When Yang Guoqiang came back, he chatted with Yang Zhuo about the square.

"Is it really going to be built?"

"Well, our village is so big that we don't even have a place for activities. It's a good thing to have a square."

Yang Guoqiang nodded: "That's true."

"Well, after the new year, you and the village committee will win the sum. You can spend as much as you want, and the wages will be high. It's nothing to do for nothing."

It stands to reason that Yang Zhuo contributed money and other people in the village contributed.

But right.

After all, his conditions are good 867, there is no need to let other people work for nothing.

To start wages, even a little higher.

This is what makes everyone happy.

"Come on, you don't have to worry about it, I'll do it when the time comes."

Yang Guoqiang is also willing to build a cultural square.

It really doesn't cost much, about a hundred thousand is almost the same.

At this time, Zhang Yumin said: "Xiao Zhuo said it's okay to donate money to build a building. Anyway, he is not at home. Even if he is at home, no one dares to talk to him. You are different, so don't brag about it. No matter who comes to ask for money I can't agree."

"I can't figure it out! No one will agree."

Yang Guoqiang made it very clear.

It's okay for Yang Zhuo to donate money to do things, he will never open his mouth first.

Once the mouth is opened, what will the village, or even the village, ask him to "beg for alms" in the future?

He can't be a cash machine.

Then don't even think about being safe at home.

But Yang Zhuo is different, no one in the village dares to ask him for alms, let alone look for him, they don't usually see him.

"Then hit!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yumin looked at Yang Zhuo: "Xiao Zhuo, don't send too much money home, just tens of thousands is enough to spend, and keep the rest for yourself. No matter who asks us to borrow money or something , some of us said it, and we could refuse it."

"Oh, I see."

Yang Zhuo nodded.

It can only be done in this way, the so-called Sheng Mi En fights Mi Qiu.

He built a primary school for the village and built a square, which is fine, but he can't do anything else.

You can't even open your mouth.

Chapter 253

New Year's Eve.

There are crackling firecrackers everywhere in the village.

Very festive.

After eating dumplings, Yang Zhuo went upstairs to the bedroom instead of watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Get under the covers, and sit against the head of the bed.

I just took out my phone and planned to call An Yufei, but by chance, she called directly.

Yang Zhuo connected immediately.

"Yang Zhuo, have you finished your meal?"

"just eaten."

Yang Zhuo's tone was very gentle: "I just came back to the bedroom and was sitting on the bed planning to call you. I opened the address book, and then you called."

"Really?"

There was secret joy in An Yufei's voice.