Chapter 32 Chapter Twenty Six

Pan Goushi immediately went to the secretary of the commune.The secretary's office is on one side of the arched opening of the commune gate, and on the opposite side is a blackboard wall, on which are the family planning statistics tables of each brigade.The secretary's office has a square window facing the door opening, where people can see people coming in and out. Pushing open the door, the room was very dark, and a young man was picking up the receiver to make a call. The hunchback secretary was crouching on the table, filling out some forms, and when she looked up and saw Pan Goushi coming in, a trace of fright appeared on the hunchback secretary's skinny and wrinkled face.He grabbed the microphone in the young man's hand and pressed it down, babbling, "Didn't I tell you, I didn't ask Secretary Pan for instructions, so don't make casual calls." Pan Goushi glared at the young man.It was the salesman in the grocery store in the street ahead, pale with fright.

In fact, it has been common for ordinary people to call the secretary of the commune over the past few years. "The cotton is soft, the wool is fine, and the camel secretary has a good temper." This song is known to all the young and old in Hengling Valley.As soon as Pan Goushi came to Henglingyu and took office, he found it unpleasant.Casually ran to the commune to make phone calls, making a lot of noise.Seems like this is the place you can come to if you want.This is simply a disregard and violation of the sacred authority of his secretary of the commune.He stipulated that from now on, outsiders are not allowed to make phone calls here without authorization.This is the leading body.What if someone wants to fight?I had to ask him for instructions.As long as Secretary Pan and Secretary Pan make a short begging, he will happily say: "Well, this time, I will take care of your special situation." If Secretary Tuo is not present, he will just tear up a piece of paper, a calendar, or a cigarette case. It’s okay, write the word “Pan” and hand it over with great style: “Take this to find Secretary Tuo.” Over time, Henglingyu added a witty saying, whoever wants to call the commune, just say “I Go to the special case."His signed "Pan" piece of paper has become Henglingyu's unique "securities": telephone tickets.There are already ballads in a radius of more than ten miles to prove it:

Hengling Valley has three treasures: Jujubes on the slope, medicine on the mountain, Secretary Pan's phone ticket. Hengling Valley produces medicinal materials and big red dates with small cores and thick flesh, which is also as famous as it. But right now, Secretary Camel doesn't have so much stream of consciousness, he wants to protect the young man from the past. "He didn't see you just now. His father is in a hurry and wants to call the county hospital." The old man explained with a reason. "Can't the Commune Hospital see it?" Pan Goushi's face became more relaxed, everyone knew that he liked filial sons.

"No, it's... Maybe you can't see it here." The young man hesitated incoherently, "Oh, Secretary Pan, I saw your big tiger just now, you are so tiger-like." "Okay, Secretary Tuo and I have something to discuss. You can call at the switchboard." Pan Goushi said, tore off a piece of paper and wrote the word "Pan" and handed it over.The young man took the "telephone ticket" and left gratefully. "Have you prepared the materials to report to the secretary of the county party committee, Lao Tuo?" Pan Goushi asked. He only respected the Tuo secretary as a cadre in the Manchu commune. replace.Because the camel secretary was his first teacher in elementary school.

"Ready." The hunchback secretary stretched out his skinny and wrinkled hands, and tremblingly took out a stack of manuscript paper from the drawer and slowly handed it to him.He took it and flipped through it. One of them was the summary of the commune. At the end, he saw that the subtitle was family planning. It seemed that he hadn't missed anything, so he closed it. "It's all done according to what I said?" He asked. "Ah." It took a while for the camel secretary to reply expressionlessly.He was hunched over again, wearing reading glasses and lying there, filling out the forms he had laid out on the table one by one.Because of poor eyesight, he moved forward again and again to recognize the numbers.

"Nothing out of shape?" "Do I dare?" the camel secretary said coldly without raising his head. Pan Goushi smiled disapprovingly, he knew that the first teacher had always been somewhat dissatisfied with him, but he would repay his kindness.Moreover, this old gentleman's keeping his duty made him very relieved.If there is anything to say, Pan Goushi is always willing to talk to him.He clapped the material in his hand and said, "Based on this, the county party secretary's mouth must be completely gagged. It's not that easy to criticize." The hunchback secretary glanced at him through reading glasses as if recognizing a stranger, and went on filling out his form.

"Mr. Camel, you don't understand this politics." After Pan Goushi finished speaking, he turned and left. The camel secretary slowly turned his head to look at the back of him walking out, and after a while, he turned around, thought for a while, and shook his head. As soon as Pan Goushi walked out of the camel secretary's office, he bumped into Pan Laifa, the deputy director of the commune.This is his brother from the same family, Pan Goushi personally promoted him, he has no concept of avoiding suspicion in employing people. "Why did you come here? I don't know what's going on today?" Pan Goushi said with his eyes wide open.

Pan Laifa was originally an accountant in a brick and tile factory in the commune. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes rolled around, and he was very clever. He had a long white face, a narrow chin, and a thin mouth.People in Hengling Valley say that he has three quicknesses: quick mouth, quick legs, and quick mind.If you are used to calling him, you will call him Pan Sankuai.At this moment, he salivated with a smile on his face and said, "It's just about the recruitment indicators, and who the captain of the Mengbao Brigade will arrange. These two things have entangled me endlessly. I didn't ask you to come here early in the morning."

"Hey, I have to personally ask about everything, okay?" "I don't ask you for instructions, who dares to call the shots in Hengling Valley?" Pan Laifa said flatteringly. "You don't know how to make decisions, can't you share some of the burden for me?" Pan Laifa glanced at Pan Goushi's expression with blinking eyes, and tentatively said with a smile: "Oh, these two small things, I have made a small master. I plan to arrange for Yushan to work as the captain, and I will arrange those few recruitment indicators. Already promised to..."

"It's up to you, why do you still come to ask me for instructions?" Pan Goushi's face turned livid, "You can take care of it to the end, if you have anything to ask for instructions." After finishing speaking, he shook his hands and left. "I didn't come here to ask you for instructions." Pan Laifa hurriedly followed with a playful smile. "When you encounter something that offends others, you push it to me; you all rush to be the master of good things and be good people. Do you know what day it is today?" Pan Goushi suddenly stopped, staring at his eyes and said, "Who is there?" Come, don’t you know? Still busy with these messes.”

"I made arrangements for what you said yesterday." Pan Laifa couldn't figure out why Pan Goushi was so angry, he said carefully. "Is it enough to arrange it once? I lost Jingzhou carelessly, do you understand?" The saliva flew on Pan Laifa's face, knowing that this uncle had tuberculosis, he didn't dare to wipe it even blinking. He didn't understand what the words "lost Jingzhou carelessly" meant, and he didn't know that the words came from County Magistrate Gu. "I'll go and make arrangements." He said with a smile that was never annoyed. "Go." "By the way, there is one more thing." Pan Laifa started to leave but then stopped, "Someone from the Shanghengling Brigade got into a fight because of watering the ground and fighting for water, and injured people." "Ok?" "I'm going to go there right away. Don't let them come to the commune. They are making a fuss about going to the commune to judge. If the secretary of the county party committee sees them, it will be troublesome." "What's the trouble? The brigade can't solve it, and the commune can't solve it. Let the secretary of the county party committee solve it. A good water conservancy system, dividing the fields into households, your butt is big, and my palm is two big. Cut it into a mess, and you can't grab it or beat it. Isn’t he surnamed Li calling reform all the time? Let him solve it.” Pan Laifa blinked, and quickly understood his intentions, "Yes, let them go to the secretary of the county party committee to make trouble." He said flatteringly, "The problem of water grabbing is a common problem, and no one can solve it." Pan Laifa left, and Pan Goushi lost his anger.After showing his prestige, he was very comfortable.He circled around and inspected the spacious and square commune compound: the east and west rows of brick and tile houses were spacious and spacious, with a wall on the north and a gate on the south. They were neat and generous, which made him feel comfortable.When he was in the farm machinery factory, he looked at the farm machinery factory; when he came to the commune, he watched the commune kiss.Socialism is good, and the people of socialism have a high status. He is the representative of the people of Henglingyu... Thinking about it without saying a word, he walked around the screen wall with the poster, walked through the doorway, and left the commune compound. There is a gentle slope in front of the gate of the commune, and there is a straight dirt street, which is only half a mile long from north to south. On both sides are supply and marketing cooperatives, grocery stores, purchasing stations, restaurants, credit unions... At the moment, people are all outside. The lower panel opens the door.It is reasonable to say that standing at the gate of the commune with hands on your back, leaning against the Hengling Mountain behind the compound, looking down at the entire town from a high position, you can feel the most sense of being the master of Henglingyu.It's a pity that he hasn't learned this posture of standing with his hands behind his back. It's a style that he's jealous of, but he hasn't learned it yet.For this reason, he admired Gu Rong very much.That sitting posture, that standing posture, and that upper and lower body style are all cultivated from years of identity.And he, don’t say that he can’t do it standing with his hands behind his back (he tried it once or twice, his face turned red, his neck burned, his whole body was awkward, his hands seemed to be tied, and it seemed that they were not his own. He didn't learn to walk back and forth with his hands, even, he wasn't used to standing there alone without moving.No way, who let himself be a bumpkin.He drove away the low self-esteem and annoyance in his mind, and walked down the street with hunched legs and slow steps as he did every morning.People on both sides turned their smiles to greet him.He is often in a particularly good mood at this time of day every day, but today's walk has another purpose.He wants to patrol around to prevent problems before they happen (this old word has been difficult for him to pronounce for many years, but he likes this awkward old taste), and "do meticulous work". Today is a bit strange.He always felt a little uneasy, but couldn't remember it.If you see it, you can rest assured everywhere; if you can't see it, you seem to worry about it everywhere.The respectful smiling faces reassured him, but there was nothing behind the smiling faces that made him uneasy.How did this happen?After walking down one street, the long-distance bus station lay in front of him. On the diagonally opposite side of the road, there were several clusters of farmhouses separated by a vegetable field. He could see the Research Institute of the Provincial Academy of Agricultural Sciences from a distance. He seemed to know what was going on. Song Ansheng has been hanging around there in the morning and evening for the past two days.He and they are like-minded, and they are in the same boat. Pan Goushi likes to use idioms to swear, one word is not enough for two, two is not enough for three, until he is relieved.One of his favorite books is the "Dictionary of Idioms", which he bought when he was in junior high school more than 20 years ago.When they were in the agricultural machinery factory, when a few educated youths in Beijing played poker in the dormitory, they once played a trick of "treating others in the same way": each wrote an idiom in the palm of his hand to describe this person. Pan general branch secretary.In the end, eight or nine hands were stretched out, and a dozen or so people gathered together, amidst bursts of laughter and procrastinated reading aloud, a dozen or so wonderful idioms came out: "Flaty up and down, jealous of virtuous and capable, vicious, ignorant... "The last one especially caused a roar of laughter: "This is the only big one."It is a pity that this former secretary of the general branch has never heard of the unofficial history of the agricultural machinery factory.Otherwise, his attitude towards idioms will be divided into two. At this time, he looked at the green brick building of the Agricultural Research Institute from a distance, and felt a strong hatred.This building, which is in his Henglingyu territory but not under his control, irritates his eyes every day.It stands to reason that the neighboring unit is engaged in agricultural scientific research and often helps the commune to solve production technology problems. He should go around more, but he rarely does.To be exact, he's only been there once. That was his first year as the deputy secretary of the commune. The owners accompanied him to visit the experimental field, the yard, and finally upstairs and downstairs.This time, he felt that this was not a place for someone like himself.Upstairs and downstairs, there are so many bookshelves, so many books, so many wall charts, so many bottles and cans, so many instruments that he does not know, such clean stairs, such bright glass windows, so many flowers and plants, so elegant His speech and behavior made him feel restrained.Those who engage in agriculture are still so poor and clean.He walks uncomfortably, has no words to speak, spits out phlegm, and his phlegm is extremely profuse, stuck in his throat, can't go up or down, can't move his hands left and right, and his sleeves seem to be too long to get in the way, breaking flowers here , knocking down the book there.The host is very welcoming.But as soon as he saw those well-mannered intellectuals, he felt ashamed, and felt that his words and deeds were looked down upon by them, and then a kind of jealousy welled up in his heart.Especially the thin and thin professor who wore gold-rimmed glasses, and from time to time joked with the beautiful female researcher who also wore a pair of glasses, and he always felt that they were laughing at himself.That pretty girl with short hair, white and clean, always looked at Pan Goushi with a smile, that look seemed to see through his embarrassment and inferiority complex. He has been in awe of people who wear glasses since he was a child. After being a cadre for so many years, he has naturally treated them differently.For his subordinates who wear glasses, he dares to look down on them, and see them as worthless.Which of the three or four technicians who graduated from the agricultural machinery factory is not afraid of him?But as long as someone from a foreign unit wears glasses, he has always been in awe when he sees them, and always feels inferior, as if other people's cultural ink is putting pressure on him.Therefore, if he is sick, he can only be seen in Hengling Valley.The hospital in Hengling Valley is his world.He walked in and out, pulled his steps when he needed to, shook his hands when he needed to, talked when he wanted to talk, laughed when he wanted to laugh, and walked when he wanted to walk.There were smiling faces everywhere, and he was at ease and comfortable.As soon as he left Hengling Valley and went to another hospital, he nodded and bowed in front of the doctors and nurses, feeling extremely embarrassed. He is equally embarrassed now. He tried desperately to get out of his embarrassment. He pretended to be curious about everything, bent down, poked his head to look closely at each instrument, and asked questions.His simple appearance, his focused demeanor with his mouth open and eyes wide open for all answers, and whether he understands or not, he pretends to be enlightened and smiles: "Oh, oh. That's it, that's it. "Undoubtedly won the goodwill of the masters.Several people surrounded him, competing to answer his questions.Surrounded by such enthusiasm, Pan Goushi felt very useful.Especially the beautiful girl who explained to him closely, which made him especially proud. However, Pan Laifa's actions at the side somewhat dampened this complacency. This "Pan Sankuai" also began to use the same curiosity to win the favor of the masters.Moreover, his eyes blinked with interest, and he scratched the back of his head in amazement, which was more exaggerated.Pan Goushi felt jealous when he heard Pan Laifa's surprise and sudden laughter from the group around him.He wanted to overwhelm Pan Laifa, but his acting ability was no match for Pan Laifa, which made him so annoyed that he couldn't restrain it.Especially when the eyes of that pretty girl were also attracted by Pan Laifa's loud jokes, Pan Goushi gritted his teeth with hatred.He should have been withdrawn, he should not have been used in the first place. "Laifa," he turned his head and said to Pan Laifa through the crowd as if thinking of something, "Didn't the brick factory let you go this morning? Are you going there now?" Pan Laifa didn't even turn his head, and replied in the crowd: "Let's talk about it in the afternoon." Then he bent down again, showing his curiosity in front of an instrument, which still caused people to laugh happily. Voice. Pan Goushi almost wanted to push everyone away and spit at him.In the end, he finally made a move that overwhelmed Pan Laifa, and he raised his eyebrows and exhaled.In the laboratory, among the rows of glassware, there is a large glass bottle filled with a clear, colorless liquid labeled "H2O".He looked closely and exclaimed, "It looks like water." The hosts roared with laughter.Pan Goushi was puzzled as to why these words had such great power.After he knew that H2O is the chemical name of water, he also smiled: "I really don't know." This joke made the atmosphere in the laboratory very lively, which was an unexpected victory in the competition between him and Pan Laifa.From then on, almost all the hosts were attracted by the deputy secretary of the commune.He is very proud.Although Pan Laifa also tried his best to please the public, but he could no longer regain his advantage. After this "competition" was finally over, when he returned home, Pan Goushi felt ashamed.He felt shabby for himself being humble and sloppy, and he also felt shabby for the group of people around him like Pan Laifa.And it is the people who wear glasses and those who don't in the scientific research institute that make all this shabby. So he ends up hating them even more. Song Ansheng is hanging out with them now. Song Ansheng is now relying on the new secretary of the county party committee as the backer. Pan Goushi's head suddenly lit up, and the words "upper and lower couplets" flashed across.He realized that Li Xiangnan—Song Ansheng—those who wore glasses in the scientific research institute were a line.I am obviously not on that line, and I am out of tune with them.Where it was out of place, he couldn't tell.But he knew that those people would not want his number on stage, and he would never want them on stage.Which line are you on?He thought of Gu Rong - himself - Pan Laifa.This is another group of people.And now it seems that this group of people is beginning to be excluded all over the country.That's how he felt vaguely.He can't think clearly in theory, but he knows to do his best to defend his own interests, and he knows what is his own.And don't let others reach out for what's in his own bowl, and don't touch his claws for what's in other people's bowls, this is his moral code.He has never stolen or robbed since he was a child, but if someone wants to pull a straw from his house, he will go all out with red eyes.He will not look down upon him if he is not allowed to be the governor, minister, or secretary of the county party committee, because that is not his position.However, the power of secretary of the Henglingyu Commune now belongs to him.Whoever wants to infringe his property rights, he will have a life-and-death fight with anyone. As he was thinking this way, he was on fire, and turned back and forth at the T-junction.In fact, it was just after seven o'clock, and the sun had just come out, but he already felt that the heat was overwhelming. A truck from the east and a truck from the west came whining with their horns piercing, sandwiching a flat cart pulled by a donkey.The little donkey was frightened, and instead of listening to the yelling of the driver, it ran forward.The two trucks rushed to the side of the road, bumped into something on the side of the road, did not stop, and drove off one by one.On the truck heading west stood a few young men in blue canvas overalls, covering their hands like a trumpet and shouting back: "Pan-er-sour-!" Car, looking at the side of the road, the road sign that said "Henglingyu Commune" was knocked crooked, like a person with a mournful face stretching out his hands and falling backwards helplessly.It just hit him.He was stupefied for a while, then walked up, grabbed the road sign with both hands and pulled it back hard. The force was too strong, and with a click, the road sign fell from the post, and the nails brought out white stubble.He staggered and almost fell to the ground. "Deputy Secretary Pan, what are you doing, such a big fire?" With the sound of a rattle drum, a tofu picker came behind him.The skinny old man shaking the rattle with a smile on his face is Jia Erhu, who is known as the "all-rounder" in a radius of tens of miles.To say that he "can do everything" is worthy of the name.Plowing and harrowing in the fields, milling and beating stacks on the field, driving horses and carts on the road, herding sheep and deer on the hills, raising pigs and feeding rabbits in the pen, treating livestock, even nailing palms with gelding; blacksmiths, carpenters, masons, powder houses and vinegar houses The tofu shop, inside and out, sells together; it sells mountain products from afar, and fresh vegetables from a short distance. It is proficient in everything.In the words of the people in Henglingyu area: Except for having children, there is no one who can't.At most, there is one thing he can't do: he can't cry.No one has ever seen him with a crying face, and he is always cheerful.What's more amazing is that he can make up "La La Sing" - this name has a long history and no evidence can be verified.As soon as something came out of his mouth, he sang it casually."Secretary Camel's Good Temper" and "Secretary Pan's Phone Ticket" mentioned above were all sung by him.His "La La Singing" enjoys a high reputation in a radius of tens of miles. "Deputy Secretary Pan, don't you want to stop working in Hengling Valley and pull out the signboard?" Jia Erhu said with a smile pretending to be surprised, holding a rattle in his right hand and putting it on a pole. He was shaking the soft pole leisurely, and the two round and large flat baskets moved up and down rhythmically; on the wet tofu-wrapped cloth, there was a weighing pan in front, and a pair of bamboo boards and an erhu lying on the back .No matter what Jia Erhu sells, he always has these three treasures: bamboo boards, erhu, and rattle drums.Wherever you go, put down your burden and play the erhu for a while, and make up a few passages of "la la singing".When he gathered around a group of people, he would talk and laugh with them, the short in the west, the long in the east, the round in the back village, and the square in the front village. .The name Jia Erhu was also derived from his playing erhu, but his real name has been forgotten by people. Pan Goushi was holding the road sign in his hand, his face was livid.Calling him Deputy Secretary Pan is his biggest taboo.The word "deputy" can make him angry from head to toe. No one in Hengling Valley dares to call him that.Not only did Jia Erhu call it that, but he was clearly mocking him. "Jia Erhu, are you a decent person?" He reprimanded with staring eyes, and at the same time turned the road sign vertically to the ground. Jia Erhu blinked as if he didn't understand, turned around, swung his pole, shook the rattle, and sang along as if he had nothing to do: Why did you offend Secretary Pan? Don't blame God, without complaining, Blame you for calling him the deputy secretary. Why did you offend Secretary Pan? Don't blame God, without complaining, Complaint did not praise him for his aggressiveness. "Stop." Pan Goushi roared with his face distorted in anger. Jia Erhu stopped without haste, holding his shoulder pole. "Pick the tofu to the commune." Pan Goushi stepped up and ordered, pointing in the direction of the commune compound. "Why?" "You are not allowed to sell today." Jia Erhu smiled nonchalantly, turned to leave, then turned around and said, "Don't be so angry. I'm no longer in your charge, understand? I'll be transferred to the county to be a consultant for agriculture, industry and commerce." Pan Goushi fainted, "Who allowed you to go?" "It was approved by Secretary Li of the county party committee. You can't control me now, right?" Pan Goushi vaguely remembered that Secretary Tiantuo said a similar thing the day before yesterday.It's the opposite, it's all the opposite.They all skipped over him, the secretary of the commune and the secretary of the county party committee, and directly hooked him up.However, his face immediately became polite.Jia Erhu is no longer his subject. "Old Jia, is there any difficulty in going to work in the county?" He smiled awkwardly, as if he hadn't lost his temper just now. Jia Erhu seemed not to know him. He frowned and looked at him strangely: "Secretary Li manages a county, and he knows to take care of me after two days in Guling. You take care of a big place. It's been three years. You have taken care of me before." Shall I be a lonely old man? Did you ask Han or Nuan?" Jia Erhu turned around and picked up the tofu pick, trembling again and again, shaking the rattle beautifully, singing and walking away: Why doesn't Lao Pan care about it? without complaining, Don't blame God, I blame you for not being close to your relatives. "Old man." Pan Goushi spat on the ground angrily, and cursed softly through his teeth. The Jia Erhu is old and deaf, so he turned his head, raised his hands high, and sang to him, shaking his rattle: The old oily man has good luck, Please go to the county to be an expert. Jia erhu coughed and said, "Secretary Pan, today I'm going around Hengling Valley before I leave, and I'm going to sing you a special song." Bu Lang sounded orderly: The official is not big, the frame is not small, Can live without him. Two or three children had already heard the sound and ran over, jumping up and down to follow Jia Erhu.They also clapped their hands and sang: The official is not big, the frame is not small, Can live without him. Pan Goushi stood there almost mad with anger. Looking up, I saw Song Ansheng and Xiao Tingting, a primary school teacher from Henglingyu, walking side by side from the research institute along the vegetable garden fence and the corn path.Song Ansheng was talking earnestly as he walked, while Xiao Tingting gently pulled the fence with his hands, while turning his face to look at Song Ansheng from time to time.Look at their beauty and smell.What did you hook up with in the early morning?Pan Goushi cursed in his heart. The two stopped on the opposite side of the road, as if they were waiting for someone. A bicycle came from far away on the east side of the road, and both of them raised their feet and looked at it: "It's her, it's her." The bicycle was bumping on the dirt road with the bell ringing softly, and soon approached. With a burst of laughter, a young woman in a white hat and a white dress jumped down, carrying a leather schoolbag. I recognized it, it was Lin Hong from Chencun Middle School.Pan Goushi had already heard that she had an unusual relationship with Li Xiangnan.Li Xiangnan is here today, and she is here too, are you in collusion? "This is the first time I see you wearing a skirt." Xiao Tingting's voice was always thin like her slender figure. "I don't have class today." Lin Hong said. "I have class in the morning." Xiao Tingting said. "I know. In the morning, I will go sketching first, and in the afternoon we will paint together." "That's great. I'll cook for you at noon." Xiao Tingting said happily. "Xiao Song," Lin Hong took out a book and a stack of manuscript paper from her schoolbag, "I finished reading the materials you translated, and I translated those paragraphs and added them to it." Pan Goushi probably knew that Xiao Tingting was learning painting from Lin Hong, and Song Ansheng also asked Lin Hong about foreign languages.Seeing the three of them chatting and laughing, ignoring him, and standing on the land under his jurisdiction in Hengling Valley, he became very angry.He decided to scold Song Ansheng in the past.It was not only because the secretary of the county party committee was coming today, but also to vent his anger.Otherwise, he would almost explode. He had just picked up the signpost and stepped out from under the tree when all three saw him. Song Ansheng was a little nervous, as if he wanted to hide for a while, but he immediately calmed down and greeted politely: "Secretary Pan." Song Ansheng has a thin body, a somewhat elongated face, and a slightly raised nose, showing a childish look.There is always a trace of humility in the wise eyes.He came from a bad background. He had been a private teacher for many years before becoming a full-time teacher.If Jia Erhu is the old "all-powerful", he is the new "all-powerful".Repairing clocks and watches, repairing TVs, writing and drawing pictures, designing, acupuncture, tailoring, fruit tree grafting, rice hybridization, everything is the handle.As for sewing machines, electric motors, threshers, and diesel engines, he can repair everything with a machine, except roosters and hens.Pan Goushi came and promoted him to the deputy director of the commune.This is not mainly because he is "capable of everything". The first reason is that Song Ansheng cured Dahu's epilepsy with acupuncture and moxibustion. Duty, honesty and rules.Obeying the leadership and obeying the command is the primary criterion for Pan Goushi to employ people. But in the past two years, this Song Ansheng has become more and more unruly.Everything has his spectrum, and everything must be seriously contested.Now Pan Goushi was standing in front of him, wanted to get angry but didn't.Maybe Song Ansheng blocked his mouth with a polite greeting; maybe the pretty girl put pressure on him as usual.Especially Lin Hong, she and Tingting glanced over while talking, which made him feel uncomfortable.But he was supported by the anger just now: "Xiao Song, I was just going to talk to you." "What's the matter, Secretary Pan?" "I heard that you recently talked to every branch committee of the commune branch and asked to join the party, right?" Song Ansheng blushed and stood there awkwardly. "They all reported to me." Pan Goushi looked at Song Ansheng again and said, "The key to you is to correct your motives. You should know that your situation is different from ordinary people. You have to think about why you haven't been accepted for so many years. absorb." Song Ansheng bit his lip and said nothing.This sentence hurt him greatly.How many years of his life in the past can be described as "poor".In addition to carefully seeking survival and turning the private sector into a formal one bit by bit, he has also been striving for political progress.However, all efforts are equal to zero. Xiao Tingting knew Song Ansheng's experience, and when she heard Pan Goushi's words, she watched Song Ansheng nervously.She was afraid that Song Ansheng would be weak.Lin Hong's gaze followed suit.She also knew the name of this "Pan Ersan" a long time ago, and now she finds it amused to look at him. Pan Goushi still rolled his eyes and looked at Song Ansheng, and continued in the tone of a leader: "You don't have to ask your uncle to oil furniture for me, go around and say good things, those tricks are useless. I, Pan Goushi, will be useless again. , not so blind." Song An was so angry that he didn't know what to say.He didn't know that his uncle helped Pan Goushi paint the furniture. Pan Goushi turned his eyes to look at him again: "Didn't you still seek the opinions of every branch committee? I will also talk about mine. In terms of ability, no one can compare with you. If you can write and count, you are better than anyone else." Strong. If you really want to talk about ability, let you be the secretary, let me be your trot, and carry your shoes, you don't even want it. Right?" proud.For the first time, he found that speaking like this was more soothing than yelling, "Pang Goushi may be worthless in your eyes, but he is now the secretary of the commune, so you can't do anything to him, you have to listen to him." His. Is this the reason? My opinion to you is: don’t think you are great, you are in Hengling Valley, you should first know who is your leader, and don’t think that the earth won’t turn without you.” Pan Goushi hypocrisy smiled. Song An was so angry that he trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word. Xiao Tingting watched Song Ansheng being insulted like this, standing there like a dumb person.She hated Pan Goushi and was angry with Song Ansheng.Pan Goushi thought that what he said made Song Ansheng calm down.Because he was angry, his attitude became natural. He walked over two steps and said to Xiao Tingting, "Tingting, work hard, don't think about it, and I will promote you to the supply and marketing agency as a salesperson." Promote a teacher to be a salesperson?Lin Hong was also stunned. Xiao Tingting trembled with anger.Xiao Tingting's humiliation made Song Ansheng break free from the embarrassment just now. He blocked Tingting behind him, "You said the earth would still spin without me, right?" "What's wrong?" Pan Goushi looked at Song Ansheng inexplicably.Song Ansheng's face was full of contempt, sweeping away the restraint and humility of the past. "Don't you believe that the earth is round? Why does it rotate?" Pan Goushi was speechless for a moment.He never believed that the earth was round, even though he had learned it in school and read it in books, it was contrary to his real experience under the soles of his feet.He just didn't believe it.Usually, he often likes to use this point of view to argue with others, and it is his daily topic of selling soil and joking. "I don't believe the earth is round, what's wrong?" He glared angrily. "If you don't believe that the earth is round, you don't believe in the scientific world view. You are superstitious. You can't be a member of the Communist Party at all." Song Ansheng said calmly.Lin Hong looked at Pan Goushi with mocking eyes, and then added solemnly: "This is what Marx said." Pan Goushi was taken aback.This time, it was his turn to be speechless. "Let's go." Lin Hong pulled Xiao Tingting and greeted Song Ansheng, and the three turned around and left. Pan Goushi was so angry that his whole body was shaking like a walking tractor with the engine parked and not turned off.He wanted to take some action to vent, so he swung the road sign in his hand and smashed it on the tree. With a click, the wooden sign broke in two, and the words "Henglingyu Commune" were cracked from it.He was even angrier.Lin Hong giggled again from a distance.Son of a bitch, little widow.When he raised his eyes, he saw the road sign of "Henglingyu Research Institute of Provincial Academy of Agricultural Sciences" standing on the side of the road, occupying his land in Henglingyu.He went up in two steps, bent down and swayed, pulled it out, and threw it into the cornfield next to him with a clatter. Two extravagances brought him sober.What is this for?crazy?The Agricultural Research Institute sign should be reinserted. At this time Pan Laifa came in a hurry. "Brother," Pan Laifa asked for family affairs as an uncle and brother, "What about the third anniversary of Uncle's death? The village called, do you want to go back and make arrangements?" "I can't take care of it right now, let them figure it out first." The big filial son waved his hand and said, his face was black and blue, "Hurry up and get ready for serious business first."