Zhao Pufang smiled in his heart: "You finally talked, I'm fishing for you!"

"As the saying goes, 'It is better to go home to sell sweet potatoes than to be an official but not to be a decision for the people'. This sentence is said by the seventh-rank sesame official. He is a county magistrate. This sentence can be understood as he is talking about himself, or as an exhortation to other officials."

"If the county magistrate wants to go home to sell sweet potatoes, it's better if he doesn't work as an official like him. If he really wants to be serious, I think the city-level leader is considered an official, right? It's okay for the county magistrate to go home to farm. If the mayor also goes home to sell sweet potatoes, then this official will be a bit disheartening."

"So, I think leaders at the municipal level are considered officials, are others? Most of them are considered civil servants."

"Oh, civil servant?" the middle-aged man nodded.

"Yes, serve the people."

"So the mayor must not go home and sell sweet potatoes, otherwise it will be embarrassing," said the middle-aged man. "This is a sentence worth remembering."

Zhao Pufang noticed that the black-faced driver who had been driving quietly said the word "mayor" and quickly glanced at him from the rear mirror when he watched. However, Zhao Pufang pretended not to notice.

"Yes, we work under the leadership of the mayor. How to carry out work and how to do a good job is a big topic. There are issues of policies and personal abilities, that is, the intensity of execution and how to implement it."

Zhao Pufang picked up the large bottle of water that Li Guizhi gave him, unscrewed the lid and took a few sips, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "The ones who ride the bike and ride the same way, but the tools are different, the feelings are different, you see," Zhao Pufang smiled and said: "I'm so hot that I'm a little thirsty, but you don't feel anything."

The middle-aged man smiled and listened to Zhao Pufang continue to speak.

Zhao Pufang said: "You said just now that I was young and said that I had no experience and knowledge and could not form my own governing philosophy - can I understand it like this? However, I think there is a question of trust here."

"The leader's trust in you, the trust of colleagues, and the trust of the people must carry out work. These trusts are indispensable." Zhao Pufang gradually calmed down: "If the leader does not trust you, he will not hand over his work to you. If his colleagues do not trust you, he will not cooperate with you at work. If the people do not trust you, why should he listen to you and follow you? How should your work be carried out?"

As Zhao Pufang spoke, he gradually felt that his thinking was wild and his language was like beads scattered on the ground. He was a needle with a thread, and he wanted to summarize some of the words he had heard and saw, and used the skills of observing words and deceiving money on the streets to vent those words and defraud people of money for more than ten years, stringing these "beads" of other people's thinking and language one by one to form his own words.

"Confucius brought many students to this place between Chen and Cai. King Zhao of Chu sent people to greet him and wanted to hire him. At this time, Chen and Cai's king quit, so he surrounded Confucius' master and disciple in the wilderness. Therefore, Confucius did not eat for seven days and seven nights."

"Oh, you are talking about Confucius' story of 'Chen Cai Jueliang'," the middle-aged man seemed to know what Zhao Pufang wanted to say, nodded and looked outside the car.

Zhao Pufang continued: "Zigong secretly ran out with the property he carried and bought some rice from the local farmers, so Yan Hui and Zhongyou started cooking in a broken house."

The car was not moving fast, and the car was very quiet, only Zhao Pufang's voice was resounding: "At this time, black dust fell into the rice ball, and Yan Hui took out the dirty rice ball and ate it. However, Yan Hui saw the quilt and was very unhappy, so he went to Confucius to complain."

"Zigong asked when he saw the teacher: 'Will a person with noble sentiment betrayal when encountering the sufferings of life?' Confucius said 'No', and Zigong said: 'We are all teachers and students, and we have all gained the trust of teachers and you, but people like Yan Hui should be like all of us, and we will not betrayal, right?'"

Zhao Pufang took a sip of water and continued, "Confucius replied, "No." So Zigong reported that he saw Yan Hui 'stealing' the rice ball. Confucius said, "Of course I believe in my students. I trust each of you. Yan Hui is a kind and righteous man, but Zigong, you will not lie to me. There must be any misunderstandings in the middle. Why don't you call Yan Hui over and I ask him?"

"When Yan came to Confucius, the emperor said, "Oh, Yan Hui, my student, teacher, I suddenly dreamed of my ancestors last night. Could it be that the ancestors were trapped to death when they saw our masters and disciples, and they would be trapped in this place where birds do not shit. We should show our saints to bless us? Hurry up and bring the prepared food, your teacher, I want to worship our ancestors, thank you for your blessing!"

Zhao Pufang's tone suddenly became a little joking, so the middle-aged man around him smiled at him. The young man wearing glasses raised his ears in front of him, and the expression on his face was very rich.

"At this time, Yan Hui knelt on the ground with a thud. He said, 'Oh my master, I must not use it. This is not very good!'"

"Confucius asked strangely: 'why?'"

Zhao Pufangyi said, "Why?" The middle-aged man finally smiled and looked at Zhao Pufang and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao is really interesting."

When the man in glasses heard the middle-aged man laughing, he also laughed. The man in black face drove the car slower and slower.

Zhao Pufang continued: "Yan Hui replied: 'No why, no why. When I was cooking, a little black thing happened to fall into the meal. It was a pity that it was thrown away, but it was dark and dirty and left in the meal. I was afraid that the teacher would not eat hygienic, so I ate the little rice that was stuck to the black thing. How could this food that the student had moved to pay tribute to his ancestors?'"

"When Confucius heard this, he said, 'Well, okay, my dear Yan Hui, you are really a good man. Go and bring the food. I'm already hungry. We won't worship our ancestors today. Children, have a meal!"

Zhao Pufang looked at the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "How to win the trust of leaders, colleagues, and the masses at work is a gradual process of work. As long as you do practical things sincerely, everyone's eyes are bright, they will always understand and support you. In this way, I strive to be able to do the sentence "as an official, benefit the people." However, " Zhao Pufang continued: "After you are young and have insufficient experience, you still need everyone's encouragement."

The car happened to stop. Zhao Pufang looked outside the car and saw that the white background of a gate outside was clearly written - Wenshui Township People's Government.

It was around 5:00 p.m. It was time for students to get off school and workers to get off work, and there were a lot of people.

Zhao Pufang cursed in his heart: "Grandma, why are the plans always changing quickly? Am I getting off the bus or not? There are so many people, I can't guarantee that any guy who doesn't have eyes can come and get close to the village chief, but whoever I know is who? I was so happy just now that I forgot to tell this black-faced driver to park somewhere else. This guy has a dark face and calm skills, as if he has practiced it, but it will be a bit unbeautiful when moving the place again. He is so damn. He is so damn. He is so damn. He is so damn. He is so damn. He is so damn. He is so damn. He is so damn. He must remember that people should not be complacent in the future!"

Zhao Pufang smiled and said to the middle-aged man around him: "I don't know if I can interpret your doubts after saying this, but I'm here..."

Zhao Pufang was talking, and the man in glasses looked at the middle-aged man from the mirror, so he pushed the door and got out of the car. Zhao Pufang had to change the topic: "Meeting is fate. Thank you for carrying me for a long journey. I hope Wenshui will leave you a good impression."

Zhao Pufang said and got out of the car, but saw the man in glasses picking up his mountain bike from the back car, so he said to the middle-aged man in the car: "I'll give you a gift before leaving. Look, this straw hat hasn't been worn yet. Let's leave it as a souvenir."

As Zhao Pufang put the straw hat that Li Guizhi gave him in the back seat and wanted to close the car door. The middle-aged man in the car said, "Well, okay, I accept this gift."

Zhao Pufang saw the middle-aged man making a gesture to the man with glasses in the car and listened to him continue saying: "A strong young man is a strong country, young man, do it well!" After saying that, he stopped saying a word.

The man in glasses handed Zhao Pufang a note and said, "This is... the boss's phone number, you can contact me if you have anything to do." After that, he smiled at Zhao Pufang, shook hands with him gently, got in the car, and left.

Standing on the street in front of the township government, Zhao Pufang took a deep breath: "Give me a pornographic film. I can poke a hole in the earth. Give me a chance. I will become a god and a dragon!"

"I've come here, I'm afraid of it! The dog lifts the curtains all by opening his mouth. My master goes around, no one is comparable to that of grandma!"

Although Zhao Pufang was ready and was waiting for someone to come and talk to him, unexpectedly, he stood on the main road in front of the township government for two minutes. Except for two women who looked at him a few more times, no one noticed his existence.

"Am I really a deputy township chief?"

Zhao Pufang bent over and rode on the bike, walking slowly along the road, without looking sideways, but secretly observing the surrounding environment.

After wandering for more than half an hour, he knelt back with some trivial matters about the township government that he had inquired from others and acne needle in his pocket.

Using acne needles to unlock the lock is one of his secret skills. In addition, acne needles can be used as weapons in times of crisis, and are prepared for any trouble.

The front door of the township government was empty at this time, and the door was open. Zhao Pufang pushed the car into the courtyard and drove the car directly to the guard room. He heard a hoarse singing voice coming from the guard room: "... Thirty miles and fifty miles are not far away, tightly pedals and one plus whip, thirty miles of Mingsha and twenty miles of water, and looking at my sister on the way 50 miles..." He said in his heart: "This old guy is really a romantic person."

He didn't stop at his feet, and reached out to open the curtain. Zhao Pufang said, "Master Liu, it's so quiet."

[Suspense, dialect, is 'leisure']

(To be continued)
Chapter completed!