The old man on the side was stunned and let him break his mind. He didn't expect that the gift Xue Xiang said was four roasted sweet potatoes.

Although the old man has never received gifts in his life, during festivals, from the county, prefectural committee, and even from the province, he will come to visit him. No matter whether he accepts or not, he has to send him away. It is another matter to take him back.

After a while, the old man had seen the gifts, but he had never seen the gifts he brought sweet potatoes to give him gifts. Even the villagers who had benefited him and thanked him would not give gifts with this thing.

The old man was stunned. Xue Laosan had already fallen into his stomach, and then reached in, took out one, peeled it open, and started eating it again.

It's early morning again in winter, and the temperature is already extremely low. At this hour, dinner is basically all circling in the stomach and entering the large intestine. The steaming and fragrant roasted sweet potatoes are simply the supreme temptation.

If there is real money, the old man can easily defend the desire to rise up with the party spirit he has trained for decades.

But he endured the most unworthy roasted sweet potato. He endured it and endured it, but he couldn't help it anymore. He grabbed the cloth bag with his hand, reached in and touched it, and grabbed two with one hand. He didn't use Xue Lao San to peel the shell slowly, but instead split it into two halves like a broken melon, and stretched out his mouth and ran to the yellow potato meat.

The old man's "fall" is really too similar to the saying "Don't do evil for small evil." If it is a serious crime of murder and setting fire, ordinary people dare not do it. However, occasionally spitting phlegm everywhere and still rushing to the flower bed, but not many people have psychological disorders. Even if there is a psychological disorder, it is difficult to guarantee that they will never do it.

This is the case with the old man. He just hid a bag under his bed and ate it. It was a sin. Even the old man never thought about the sin.

But the old saying goes, people eat short mouths, whether it is seafood bird's nest or potatoes. After all, they will eat them. After eating them, you will not be able to erase the noodles. This is in line with human behavioral psychology.

Look, the old man chewed the potatoes in a few bites and patted his stomach, and his face showed comfort. Fang Ying reached out to hold the white-opened canned bottles on the Eight Immortals table, and suddenly he saw Xue Laosan staring at him.

Even though the old man had a open mind all his life, his face was flushed.

"Cough, cough cough..."

The old man coughed twice, as if he wanted to divert his attention, "What did you say just now? The work in the new district is difficult to carry out. Please check me and check it out. This check and check it out, and I will definitely not be able to do it. But as Lao Yunjin, an old comrade, an old party member, I can still talk about it in some aspects..."

If you eat people in a short mouth, the old man can't die and speak. Although some of the so-called aspects, after all, it is to let Xue Xiangduoduo educate cadres to be public and have the people in mind, and will naturally win the support of the people. Such clichés, such as the lack of nutrition.

But as long as the old man stopped gritting his teeth, Xue Laosan knew that the opportunity had come.

"You are always right. The lyrics say that it is better to go home to sell sweet potatoes than to be an official and not to make decisions for the people. To be honest, although I am not a good cadre like you, I still have the common people in my heart..."

When Xue Laosan came to this point, he was blocked by the old man, "I have also heard some things about you Secretary Xue. In terms of your ability, you will be able to do ten streets. No matter how big the investment is, you will be able to do it. It will definitely benefit Dejiang in less than ten years. Another thing, I also see the governance of Yunjin during this period. It can be said that the people have received great benefits. You are almost the only cadre who has made the people of Yunjin curse unremittingly in recent years!"

Xue Laosan didn't expect that the old man gave him a high evaluation and said with a smile: "You are old and have been awarded. Since I have said this, I will not hide it anymore. The new district is invented and all industries are in a difficult situation. You are always the banner of my Yunjin Party Member. At this time of crisis, I hope you will make use of your remaining energy for the Party Committee of the Yunjin Management Committee and the 200,000 people in the Yunjin New District!"

Xue Laosan has already touched the old man's character, and begging him hard is definitely useless. This is a selfless person. Only by using the official banner and talking about the interests of the people can he be convinced.

Sure enough, the old man's face froze, and he was stunned for a moment, and immediately shook his head like a rattle, "I'm old, I'm old, except for being able to hold the plow and hold the cow, there is no remaining heat? I won't say it, I won't say it anymore. The old man is sleepy, so go to bed first."

As he said that, he yawned and stood up, "The snow is getting heavier and heavier. You will definitely not be able to leave tonight. If you are willing to squeeze, you will squeeze a bed with my old man. The cover of the mat is a bit broken, but it is all just washed and clean. I am not sick either. If you don't want to, sit at the stove and cook your own firewood."

After saying that, he lifted the curtain and turned it back into the inner room.

Xue Laosan did not stop him, nor followed him, and sat quietly, staring at the hot air rising from the newly poured hot water of the enamel steel, and was stunned.

He really couldn't understand why the old man refused to leave people thousands of miles away. The old man's resume was vivid in his mind. Such an old party member who was almost Comrade Lei Feng had no desires and no desires. The goal and value of living seemed to be left to help others, but why was he unwilling to cooperate with his work?

Let’s hear the old man’s evaluation of himself just now, and from this we can see that in the old man’s eyes, he, Mr. Xue, is still a good official.

Furthermore, before, he stood in front of the fence, alarmed the dog in the doghouse, barked loudly, and alerted the old man. After the old man opened the door, his subconscious words fully proved that what he was not bad for Xue. The old man had high prestige in the local area, otherwise why would he be so confident?

The problem arises now.

1. The old man is a cadre like Lei Feng, and he has no other requests. He is selfless in his contribution to the people of Yunjin;

Second, the old man also recognized that Xue was a good official, but he still refused his request. He didn't even wait for him to tell him how to help him. He only said that he hoped that the old man would take advantage of his remaining energy, so the old man shook his sleeves and left.

3. The old man has a lofty prestige and has the ability to influence the local people?

After clarifying this, two, three, and one, the fog in Xue Laosan's heart became heavier.

Why is an old party member who is capable and willing to help good officials and benefit the people unwilling to help?

No matter how you say it, it doesn't make sense. Three points are contradictory.

Either the old man is not selfless and knows that Yunjin is a mess and doesn’t want to get into this trouble; or the old man doesn’t have that strong influence and doesn’t want to show his misfortune;

Xue Laosan had these two thoughts in his mind, and he immediately turned his head away and rejected them. An old widower without children and an old party member who gave up his high-ranking official position and generous salary, how could he be afraid of trouble? The old man's resume was absolutely brilliant in his life. How could such a person be afraid of trouble, how could he protect his reputation and not be willing to make profit for the people?

This simply doesn't make sense!

Is it true that the old man thinks that I am false and unwilling to benefit my hometown? This is not true. The old man has a high opinion of himself, and he has been in the officialdom and knows the significance of political achievements to him. He should understand that even if he is not a good person, he must benefit the people of Yunjin.

Assumptions were proposed one by one, and they were quickly overturned. At this moment, Xue Laosan's mind was like a spring full of energy.

The more I thought about it, the less I could do it. Xue Laosan felt that his head was about to explode.

Senior Wang Erwa is a treasure he has finally discovered, and the key flag to solve the dilemma of Yunjing. If this boy is alive, his situation in Yunjin will suddenly turn fundamentally.

Moreover, when he saw the old man's resume, Xue Laosan didn't expect that the old man would not be willing to help. In his opinion, he and the old man were the same person and should have helped each other.

But now it was like this. While he was extremely confused, he was deeply disappointed.

Xue Laosan sat at the table in a daze, time flowing silently. I don’t know how long it took, a trace of white fish belly rose in the east sky.

The east was faintly white, and the sky was still dark, but for Xue Laosan, the master of national arts with amazing perception, that touch of whiteness was no different from dawn.

Huh, Xue Laosan breathed a sigh of relief and beat his sore brain hard.

After thinking about it all night, there was no answer, but Xue Laosan was not ready to give up. Even if he was reluctant, he had to rely on him to get a result.

With a loud breeze, Xue Laosan pushed open the wooden door and blew. The biting north wind swept with snowflakes and rushed towards her face, making Xue Laosan dizzy and her swelling head lightened.

He took off his coat, calmed his mind and shook his mind, pulled out his bow and horse, and pushed up his boxing posture in the fence courtyard.

Starting style, blocking the bird's tail, single whip wings, lifting the hand upward, white crane bright...

After walking in a Tai Chi style, the vigorous qi and blood wandered around the body several times, and the fatigue suddenly disappeared overnight.

Breathing the cold air and bathing in the cool snowflakes, Xue Laosan suddenly felt refreshed.

Looking at the round gossip made of complicated footprints on the snow, Xue Laosan quickly walked to the wall, picked up a broom, and blew it, and rushed to the snow on the ground, exerting strength.

On the other side, he waved the broom and, with a whisper, the door of the house on the other end of the fence opened.

In the dim morning light, middle-aged man stepped out, carried a heavy cotton jacket and a dog-feather hat. While tying a belt, he sucked the cigarette pouch in his mouth and made the sparks fly.

Hearing the movement of Xue Xiang, the middle-aged man was shocked and said from a distance: "Uncle Wa, what are you doing? I have already agreed to sprinkle all of your work in this ha ha. I got up early and wanted to sweep the snow. I would like to let you do it first. Lange will do it again. In the future, I don't want you to help my family. Last time, when there was a fire, you can help my family replant overnight. I will calculate the money for you. If you always do this, will you let me get stabbed by someone..."

It was still dark, and Xue Xiang, the master of national arts, had a stunning eye. Under this kind of light, he could see through the slightest, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he could only see figures and could not see the outline clearly.
Chapter completed!