Zhao Daxi said happily: "Lao Zhang, this is what I specially left for you. There are 5,000 kilograms of pure peanut oil in total, and you can't buy it on the market."

Zhang Han frowned when he heard this: "Why do I want so much oil? Five thousand kilograms? There are only three people in my family. I have to eat it in any year or month."

Zhao Da was happy and calm: "You are really stupid as a policeman. Is this for you to eat? This is for you to give gifts."

Zhang Han was stunned when he heard this, but still disagreed: "Is there any gift to give this thing? I have heard of those who give cigarettes and wine, but I have never heard of those who give peanut oil."

Zhao Daxi was also a little anxious: "You never cook at home, right? I can't explain it clearly to you, a man who never cooks. Listen to me... I will tell you how to deliver it. Don't give too much at once. The first time you will give it ten or eight kilograms first. Each leader's house will give you one. I promise not to spend three days..."

Zhang Han still didn't want to: "I don't want it. Lao Zhao, please spare me. You said yourself, are there any agricultural products for giving gifts? Are you embarrassed to say it yourself?"

Zhao Daxi was even more anxious: "The leader also needs to have a meal. You don't know if you haven't tasted it. This is the pure peanut oil I have left for you!"

The two of them fought over and over again and refused to give in. Zhao Daxi thought about it. This old man Zhang was probably stupid in his work and had no requirements for the taste of the food. He could not compete with him, a person who did not pay attention to the quality of life. He thought about it and did not force him.

He casually pretended to him: "Okay, don't forget it, take some home and try it."

Zhang Han held the oil barrel in his hand and felt a little dirty: "Okay, I'll take it, Lao Zhao, I'll leave first, there's something to do in the bureau."

Seeing Vice Captain Zhang running away in a row, Zhao Daxi was not worried. At this time, people didn’t know what quality of life meant. At this time, people didn’t know how much it would take to eat a bite of vegetables without pesticides and get a few kilograms of pure peanut oil in ten years. Some people had to drive to the countryside to collect gifts, but they were still unsure to sell them.

At night, Zhang Han’s home in Beishan County.

As soon as Deputy Captain Zhang took off his clothes hanger, he sat on the sofa reading the newspaper. In general, he was quite proud recently.

Mrs. Zhang was cooking in the kitchen, and the fragrance of oil came. Mrs. Zhang was a little surprised: "Lao Zhang, where did you get this oil? It smells so good."

Zhang Han didn't pay attention at first and perfunctorily told his wife: "It was given by a friend."

Mrs. Zhang refused to give in: "When did you have such a friend? You are very considerate. Go back and ask your friend if there is still oil. Let's buy more with him."

Zhang Han looked up at this time and was a little surprised: "Aren't it all oil? What's the difference?"

Mrs. Zhang crossed her waist and shouted dissatisfiedly: "I, a person who never cooks, can't explain clearly. Give me your friend's address. I will take leave tomorrow to buy it myself... I have to buy more for Director Ma's house."

Zhang Han held the newspaper and was so surprised that his eyes widened: "What do you mean? Director Ma's family lacks this thing?"

Mrs. Zhang glared at him in confusion: "You are so stupid as a policeman. You are almost out of the world. The supermarkets sell blended oil. Eating it for a long time is easy to cause cancer. Do you understand? This is definitely a pure oil squeezed by hand. Look, there is no impurity at all. Eating this oil can keep healthy and prolong life. Our family can only eat it close to the countryside... Not to mention that Director Ma's family is short of, the governor's family still can't eat it. It is probably possible to have it when the state banquet of the Great Hall of the People."

Vice Captain Zhang was stunned for a while, then stood up and rushed out of the door. He ran out of the door and remembered to go home to get the car keys and put on his clothes. Even Mrs. Zhang didn't care about calling him behind him.

Zhao Daxi had already hired the truck and stood at the entrance of the village to look at his watch. Dinner time was almost over. If the Zhang family still had some fireworks in the world, they could always experience the benefits. Sure enough, after only more than an hour, they saw Zhang Han's car from afar. He waved his hand and stopped him. Vice Captain Zhang almost fell off when he saw him in this way. He looked at him suspiciously, wondering if this bandit Zhao could foresee the future.

Zhao Daxi didn't care and put his shoulder on his face to give it to him: "I've thought about it, so don't come forward. Let your wife come forward to send it to the leaders' homes, and give it to every day and every month, so that the leaders and wives can blow more wind around their pillows... You know what I mean, five thousand kilograms of oil are enough for you to give it for a year. Come on, I'll tell you how to preserve it so that it won't deteriorate."

Zhang Han nodded frequently when he heard this, and sighed in surprise: "Old Zhao, you are so scary. Thanks to you being a village chief, if you become a county magistrate, you will have to be played with Beishan County."

Zhao Daxi smiled and patted him on the shoulder. He couldn't tell him that I was not in a small Beishan County. I really couldn't tell you my lofty goals. In short, I saw that in the county government compound, Mrs. Zhang, who was a teacher in elementary school, became a celebrity and often brought together a few tables of mahjong with the wife of the county magistrate. There were endless streams of goods and goods. These were all things that were later.

On this day, Zhao Daxi changed her clothes and knocked on the door of Vice Captain Zhang's house grandly. Mrs. Zhang, who came to open the door, looked up and saw a burly man with black face. She was so scared that she shivered and took a step back. Zhao Daxi felt ashamed and embarrassed. Knowing that her appearance was too rough, Mrs. Zhang was scared.

Fortunately, Zhang Han, who was reading the newspaper in the room, laughed out loud: "Old Zhao is here, please come in quickly."

Zhao Daxi couldn't hide her embarrassment and smiled, with an extremely sincere smell in her smile. When Mrs. Zhang saw it in front of her, she was also pursed by the silly smile on his face and smiled out loud. After that, Mrs. Zhang went to the kitchen to make a table of good dishes. Two men sat in the living room and talked and laughed. The little embarrassment was quickly resolved. Zhao Daxi was naturally prepared and placed two bottles of fine-packed Wuliangye on the table.

Zhang Han was a little ashamed at this time: "Old Zhao, it's not good to eat yours..."

Zhao Daxi laughed and fooled him. When he met Zhang Han, he became closer and closer.

After the two drank half a bottle of wine, Zhang Han inadvertently mentioned: "Old Zhao, your nephew is restless recently."

Zhao Daxi was asked by him and was dazed: "Who, Yonghai?"

Zhang Han's eyes were already narrowing: "It's him that there have been many cases of fighting in groups recently, all of which are related to your nephew Zhao Yonghai."

Zhao Daxi's face suddenly sank. While he pondered, Zhang Han's big hand had already patted his shoulder. Zhao Daxi unconsciously looked up at him.

Zhang Han's face also became gloomy: "Old Zhao, your nephew is challenging the Bai family. Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhao Daxi nodded bitterly and left the Zhang family's door and stood on the street. A breeze blew up and the wine surged, so he found Xiaoling's shop with some wine. Xiaoling was a little surprised when she saw him, and soon smiled and came over. Zhao Daxi was touched by her little hand and felt a little turbulent.

But in the end, he cheered up and asked: "Where is Yonghai?"

Xiaoling didn't dare to raise her head when she spoke: "Uncle, Yonghai has gone out of the city to do business."

Although Zhao Daxi knew that she was lying, she couldn't reveal it in person, so she turned around and left without saying a word. When she stood on the street, she sighed. The two young people from Zhaojia Village who were following her looked at each other with surprise on their faces, and then walked away with his fierce figure.

Another day, Zhaojia Village Committee.

Zhao Daxi was a lonely man anyway, so he simply moved to the village committee, which was a little closer to the small restaurant where he was eating. He cleaned up the village committee, one bed and one table, and the hair on the head and end of the bed were neatly arranged. There were toothpaste and toothbrushes in a large washbasin.

Finally, the problem of shaving was solved. One day when he passed by the county mall, he accidentally found an electric razor imported from Russia. This thing uses alternating current, and the movement and electric fan are almost the same as that of an electric fan when pressed. Although his beard grows out in the morning and afternoon, he has to clean up his decent things.

Reborn as a human being for more than half a year, and after the busy farming season, I had nothing to do. Finally, I could calm down and read a few books. Except for occasionally entering the city to meet Zhang Han, most of the time was wiped out in the village committee's books.

That morning, I was studying hard in Deng Xuan in the village committee. Someone suddenly spoke outside: "Is Village Chief Zhao here?"

Zhao Daxi is summarizing the third volume of Dengxuan, "Poverty is by no means socialism", and he didn't care too much when he heard someone talking.

That is, he just casually said: "I am."

Listening to a light footstep, I walked to him, and a very crisp and sweet voice spoke in my ears: "Hello, Village Chief Zhao, I am from the Township Hope Primary School, I'm here to discuss something with you."
Chapter completed!