Zhou Wenzhong stood in the main room and said to the cotton curtain of the master bedroom: "There will be a general meeting of the hospital in a while. Old Zhou, please vote for Xu Damao."

When there was still no response after 5 seconds, Zhou Wenzhong shouted impatiently: "Are you stuffing donkey hair in your ears?"

"I know...I know."

Zhou Wenzhong took out the enamel jar from his room, pinched a handful of tea leaves and threw it in. He picked up the kettle and poured boiling water in. He held the enamel jar with his sleeves and walked towards the central courtyard.

He found a corner and sat down, waving to Xu Damao.

"Huh...have you finished all the arrangements?"

"This steward must be yours, Brother Damao. I, Zhou Wenzhong, don't like to talk nonsense. If you can't even treat me as a steward, I personally think this system can be completely abolished."

Xu Damao raised his thumb and praised: "This is really inspiring."

"Come on, click on it."

Zhou Wenzhong took the cigarette and held it in his mouth, holding the matches handed over by Xu Damao with both hands.

"Huh...thank you, third uncle."

"Ha ha…"

The two of them sat in the corner, watching Jia Dongxu and Shazhu busy moving tables and chairs. With all the tidying up work completed, Shazhu held an enamel basin in his left hand and a garlic hammer in his right hand. He was pounding and moving forward.

Yuan ran away.

"Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang... the meeting is here! Everyone has come to the middle courtyard for the meeting! Bang, bang..."

Yi Zhonghai stood behind the square table, raising his hand to direct everyone to place the stools.

Liu Haizhong was not idle either. He waved his hand and sent Liu Guangtian to go get the thermos bottle from his home.

"You are the top leader of our courtyard, do you want to come first?"

"No, you can host it."

"This is what you said, I will do it. Ahem..."

Liu Haizhong cleared his throat, stood up from his seat and shouted loudly: "Everyone in the courtyard is here. Except for those who didn't come, everyone else is here."

"Ha ha…"

Liu Haizhong pounded the table to maintain discipline at the venue.

"Some people didn't come because they had something to do! Or maybe their units have to work overtime, so they are having a meeting now. Don't be so playful, everyone, be serious. Let's get down to business! Usually it's the three of us who hold the meeting, but now

It’s different. Lao Yan’s body is broken, and whether he can keep his job is still one thing. I think some neighbors can guess something about the reason why he came back from the farm.”

Liu Haizhong straightened his back and patted his belly.

"So we have to elect another steward. This...this new third uncle must cooperate with me and Lao Yi's work. Moreover, he must...make more contributions in the courtyard. Now the meeting

Leave it to Lao Yi to take charge."

Yi Zhonghai put the enamel jar on the square table and looked at Zhou Wenzhong.

"Elections should be democratic. We follow the standard of one household, one vote, and everyone will vote by a show of hands. Whoever gets the most votes will be the new steward. Who wants to be the third uncle to serve the people in the courtyard? Now

You can stand up now!”

The residents below began to look around. Some people were eager to try, but they always felt that there were nails on the bench under their buttocks.

Zhou Wenzhong stared at the square table and grabbed Xu Damao's sleeve with his right hand.

"Don't worry, you should make the final appearance. We have agreed that this position is yours, so no one can take it away. Don't always look so restless."

Yi Zhonghai stared intently at Zhou Wenzhong, who was smiling, and after looking for a long time, he couldn't find any change in his expression.

"I want to try."

A man in his 40s stood up from his position with his right hand raised.

"Lao Jin, do you want to be the steward?"

"Well, can't you?"

"Okay. If you have anything on your mind, turn around and say it to the big guy now."

Lao Jin nodded, moved the stool away and turned around and said: "I am a worker at the Tuanjie Bamboo Weaving Factory, and I know some repair skills. Anyone in the courtyard who has a broken rattan chair or broken fence can come to me.

.Other…"

"Okay! Bang bang bang..."

Zhou Wenzhong yelled and started to applaud, but he suppressed the rest of Lao Jin's words.

Noticing Comrade Lao Jin's gaze, Zhou Wenzhong stood up and explained apologetically: "I'm sorry, Uncle Jin, I was so excited just now that I couldn't hold my breath. I thought you had finished speaking.

Well, I didn’t expect that you would be like me. When you saw so many people in the courtyard, you would even stutter when talking. You blamed me and you continued to speak."

Lao Jin glared at Zhou Wenzhong angrily, saying that he had forgotten his lyrics! Zhou Wenzhong grinned and sat down again.

When other residents heard what Zhou Wenzhong said, they also started talking.

"I think Lao Jin is fine. From now on, we can let him do the repair work in our yard."

"No, no, no, I always feel that something is wrong."

"That's all."

“You’re so old and you can’t keep your temper.”…

Liu Haizhong listened to the comments from other people and was already anxious. Lao Jin had brought him 2 packs of cigarettes an hour ago.

"I think Comrade Lao Jin is pretty good! I vote for Lao Jin 1, let's start voting."

Liu Haizhong took the lead in raising his right hand. The other residents looked at each other, and only two families among the crowd raised their right hands.

"Haha... smoke one more."

Xu Damao took out a match and lit a cigarette for Zhou Wenzhong, while he happily rubbed the sweat on his palms.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Liu Haizhong, who turned his head away.

"3 votes! No need to record it anymore. Who else wants to be the steward? Stand up and express your opinion!"

This time after waiting for a minute and no movement, Zhou Wenzhong stood up and patted his butt.

"Do you want to be the steward?"

"How old are you!"

"Hurry up and sit down. It's better to let your father be the one."

Zhou Wenzhong smiled, lowered his head, and asked Xu Damao in a low voice: "Whose family does the person who scolded me just now belong to?"

Xu Damao stretched his neck and looked around and asked: "The one who said your father will be the uncle?"

"Um."

"Old Lin, Lin Youfu! The family who lives at Moon Gate."

"oh."

Zhou Wenzhong stood up straight, clapped his hands and said: "I don't choose, and I'm not qualified to choose. But there are some things that I have to explain clearly to everyone. Fundamentally speaking, the title of this steward should be called: liaison officer. So.

It does not start with age as the threshold.

The book also contains stories such as "Chicken Feather Letter" and "Little Liaison Officer". In fact, the meanings in them are roughly the same. It's just that the big guys call them Shunzui, and some liaison officers in the yard are also called: Team Leader.

."

Yi Zhonghai saw that Zhou Wenzhong's eyes were always on him, and he quickly stood up and helped explain: "Zhou Wenzhong is right, it's because we guys are used to calling each other. So we gradually forgot about the three liaison officers.

"Cao, Chen and Wang also called us liaison officers when they came to our hospital."

Zhou Wenzhong took the conversation and said: "Age aside, let's talk about policies. Is there a working principle of [the old leading the new]? Will the senior leaders above take the wrong aim? So we guys must keep up with the situation and let them

The first and second uncles are here to bring in new people.

What is new? New people, new things, and a new country. What else is new? Age! Some of the young people in our courtyard have gone to the mountains and countryside. How many young people can you find among you here? In fact, there is a total of

Just three people.

Liu Guangqi will not say anything. His father Liu Haizhong is already the second uncle of our hospital, so the Liu family will definitely not be able to continue to hold the position. Otherwise, every time our hospital talks about something in the future, let the Liu family do it themselves

Decide. Guys, think about it, is this true?"

"snort!"

Liu Haizhong punched his nose, and the residents nodded in agreement with Zhou Wenzhong's point of view.

"So, I choose He Yuzhu to be the third uncle."

The smile on Zhou Wenzhong's face did not diminish, and he put his hands on Xu Damao's shoulders.

"I?"

Silly Zhu pointed his right index finger at his old face and asked the deaf old lady.

"No, no, no, no..."

Silly Zhu stood up and waved his hands in refusal.
To be continued...