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Chapter two hundred and eighty fifth voice boiling

The people are booming, the tables are fast, and the foods are fast. I have to say that everyone's appetite in this era is quite exaggerated, even cadres are the same. Because the tables are really rich today, other people's weddings and birthdays cannot meet this standard.

Three fat pigs were killed, 40 chickens, ducks and fishes were each, and there were many other dry goods, such as salt, yellow flowers, kelp, etc. The seasonings used were also very rich, such as large ingredients, which could not be grown locally, so they could only go out to buy them.

It also includes beef, which is even harder to buy. Generally, cattle are not slaughtered. This was booked a long time ago. The food station kept the cow until last night before slaughtering it, and then I bought beef.

Not to mention rice, I just need to take care of it. Many people sighed that they thought the gifts they brought were expensive enough, but who knew that eating them could bring back the capital.

Eat, eat, drink, drink, drink, and drink in bulk liquor tube. Smoke, smoke hard, and everyone has a pack of cigarettes with a filter.

Although Fang’s father and mother felt distressed, they felt that their face was too great, not to mention Fang Xiulan, who is still in their dreams. Yang Chuntao is also a very good person, but today he can’t be picky about the situation. Although she didn’t show her face much, the villagers all understood it. The change was too fast. In the blink of an eye, Fang Dajun grew up. Although his foundation was unstable, his momentum was quite strong and he was in the limelight.

Fang Dajun then held the wine glass to Zhao Yan's table, and Li Yulan was also on the table, so he asked to eat first.

"Dajun, you can eat something first." Li Yulan said.

"Yes, Brother Dajun. Come and sit here." Xiao Yuqin pointed at her position.

Fang Dajun smiled. "It's okay. I'll just eat the second round in a while."

He paused and said, "Sister Yan, I can't greet you well."

"You are busy with yours, and you're talking after waiting for nothing." Zhao Yan replied with a smile.

As for the Wang sisters, he also said hello and flew away. It was because of the partner that there was no need to be so disgusting.

After he finished running the thirty tables, his steps began to become weak. Jinchi suddenly walked over. "Dajun, you go into the house and take a break, drink some tea to sober up."

Jin Chi was not on the table either. As the logistics director, she took care of today's arrangements and had to wait for the next round of meals. She was also carrying Xiao Xia next to her. Xiao Xia was embarrassed to enter the table because the workers didn't have food either.

Fang Dajun nodded, and was a little depressed. In this situation in later generations, the owner usually had not finished the toast, and the guests would get off the table. As a result, the thirty tables are all there, and everyone is eating. The cadres have been drinking for a longer time.

"That's right, I'll go to the office to rest. You can watch it. When the county cadres have raised their tables, come and call me quickly."

"Don't worry!" Jin Chi responded.

In this way, Fang Dajun went back to the office. This was temporary. In the corner to the right of the clothing factory, according to the standards of the cement factory, a temporary conference room was separated. The innermost part was his office and temporary housing outside. The beds were also ready. He slept here last night.

As soon as I entered, I simply went to bed and took a nap for a while. I still had to work hard in the afternoon. As for the issue of hunger, I ate a lot of breakfast and drank a lot of alcohol just now, so I really didn't feel hungry. I guess it was because of his normal living standards.

After lying down, I realized that I was really drunk too much, my mind was swelling, and it kept hitting my consciousness. I was actually asleep. I was in a daze and felt that someone was using a hot pal to wipe his face.

This made Fang Dajun wake up suddenly. He was already sleeping lightly, but when he opened his eyes, he was stunned, "Xiao Xia, why are you?"

"Sister Jin Chi has no time to come in. Teacher, if you wake up, get up and drink some vinegar. My mother said drinking vinegar can relieve the wine." Xiao Xia replied shyly, but her hands didn't stop and continued to wipe his face.

After a long time, Fang Dajun's consciousness was fully restored. He nodded and got up from the bed. Xiao Xia was always there, without any taboos, and there was nothing to avoid. Fang Dajun didn't take off his clothes and sleep, but just leaned on the bed.

As soon as he left the room, there was tea and half a bowl of vinegar on the table. Fang Dajun didn't like to eat sour food, but now he still took a big sip and used a lot of ingredients, almost losing his teeth. He quickly took a big sip of tea and became awake.

"What's going on outside?"

"Most people have eaten almost the same food." Xiao Xia responded immediately.

"Well, thank you for your hard work. Let's go out now." After saying this, Fang Dajun suddenly paused and took out a red envelope, "The end of the month is New Year's Day. The teacher will send you a red envelope in advance and work hard in the future." He originally thought that the future belongs to you young people, but immediately realized that he was only one year older than Xiao Xia. Of course, according to the current age of household registration, he would be six years older.

"Teacher, I can't ask for it, did I not help me?" Xiao Xia didn't accept the red envelope and felt that there was no reason to accept it.

Fang Dajun felt his head start to hurt again. Without words from the past, he directly pulled Xiao Xia's little hand and stuffed the red envelope in his hand, "Please take it for you."

I followed him out first, afraid that I would miss the time.

Seeing Fang Dajun leaving, Xiao Xia couldn't help but open the red envelope and saw it. She was shocked. She actually had twelve yuan and eighty cents in it...

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"Director Xia, it's slower on the road. I'm not sure about greetings today. I will definitely visit you someday."

"Teacher Zhao, I'm going to have a good chat with you when I'm on New Year's Day."

Sure enough, many people were about to leave after dinner. Fang Dajun had no time to eat and had been arranging to send him off, but when he was delivering the art troupe, something happened because Tang Dongmei was there too.

"Dajun, I'm out of here. Can I come to the clothing factory to play?" Before leaving, Tang Dongmei finally found the opportunity to say this.

Everyone Fang was so angry that they replied: "It depends on the situation. I may not be in the factory. In this way, I will definitely go to find you next time I go to the art troupe."

"Then let's make up." Tang Dongmei showed joy.

The man got into the car and left. Fang Dajun sighed. He probably couldn't fulfill his dream of the former master, and his feelings would only be in his own hands.

"What, I can't bear to bear it!" Jin Chi's voice suddenly came from his ears.

Fang Dajun was stunned and smiled bitterly: "It's enough to have Magnolia and you, what else can I bear to leave?"

"You, don't think you can talk nonsense after drinking." Jin Chiheng glanced at him and turned around and left.

Those who should leave have left, but those who stayed were left were left. The rest had no place to entertain, so they simply arranged for him to enter the conference room. Dai Guangde, the first person he came to find was Dai Guangde. He wanted to take this opportunity to mention the school uniforms correctly, which involved a super large order. And because the end of the year, all communes would send money and grain, and because the high-level meeting was over, the news was not that fast, but the documents should be coming out soon, and farmers could allocate the land openly.

How can it be said that such a festive year is not enough to spend money? Every household and a set of school uniforms are completely stress-free, and for particularly poor children, you can take credit first. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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