Feng Zhang left the unit on his old bicycle and headed towards the municipal family home, frowning and worried all the way.
He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a way to give Chu Heng eye drops while keeping himself on the outside.
And if nothing else happens, his old sister whose blood is thicker than water should have already come to his house to cause trouble.
Feng Zhang couldn't help but get a headache when he thought of the chaotic scene at home, and he didn't even want to go home.
But hiding this matter won't solve the problem. Even if he escapes from the first year of junior high school, isn't there still fifteen years left to wait?
So it is only right to think of a good way to send the old sister away.
It’s just that this method is a bit hard to think of!
"Why!"
Feng Zhang sighed sadly, and the pedaling force on his bicycle became much slower. He wanted to go as slowly as possible so that he could go home later and watch the farce less.
But the distance is limited after all, so I stopped and stopped along the way. I bought a candied haws for my grandson on the way, and watched the two aunts scolding each other for a while. Before I knew it, I was about to arrive at the family home.
Soon Feng Zhang came to an intersection not far from the Family Courtyard. He saw a lot of people gathered in front of him, so he curiously went over to take a look and found that several people were pasting posters on the wall.
The wall in front of him is in a good location. It is at an intersection and has a lot of pedestrians, so it has been turned into a propaganda wall. Basically, people come and post things every day, some of which are similar to renting a house, exchanging work relationships and other information.
Some are various word posters.
Feng Zhang glanced at the newly posted poster. The content was nothing more than criticizing certain people and things. It had long been commonplace. He didn't take it seriously and turned around to leave.
But after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped again, turned around and looked at the poster on the wall, his eyes sharp!
yes!
I can write a calligraphy newspaper!
These days' word posters are a very good public opinion tool. As long as the writing is good, it can even be sharper than a knife!
The main thing is that it is very safe. After he finished writing, he secretly found a place to post it, then patted his ass and left. Who knows who did it!
"Hey!"
Thinking of this, Feng Zhang grinned excitedly. After getting rid of his old sister's gaze, he felt much better instantly. He quickly lifted his legs and got on the bicycle, pedaled hard, and headed towards the family home not far away.
A few moments.
He rode his bicycle back to the building of an old building, pushed the bicycle into the shed, locked it, and went upstairs with brisk steps.
As the deputy director of the office, Feng Zhang's rank is not low, and his accommodation is not bad. Even though this small building only has three floors and is a bit old, in fact, it has a lot of things inside it.
The smallest room in this building is more than 60 square meters. The house Feng Zhang was assigned is 70 square meters, with a separate bathroom, kitchen, two small bedrooms, a study room and a small living room.
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Although it is a bit compact, compared with the current environment where the average housing area per house is only ten or twenty square meters, it can be said to be very good.
Not long after, Feng Zhang went up to the second floor, and before he took out the key to open the door, he heard a faint cry coming from the house, the voice was hoarse and sharp.
In the past, he had been irritated by this voice, but this time he smiled softly, took out the key and opened the door with confidence.
"You're finally back!"
In the living room of the house, a thin old woman who was sitting on the sofa wiping her tears stood up immediately when she heard the noise. She rushed towards him wiping her tears, took his arm and cried: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Brother, you can't.
Regardless of Ji Yang, I...wuwu...he only has such a son, and he...has been honest and obedient since he was a child. How could he do something like that? He must have been wronged!"
"Stop crying now, sister, let's sit down and talk." Feng Zhang helped his elder sister into the living room and sat down. He gave the candied haws he bought to his little grandson who looked over eagerly, and doted on his head.
After wiping it, he looked back at his elder sister and said in a deep voice: "I really can't do anything about Ji Yang's matter. He has committed such a big thing and has already done it. In addition, there is Chu Heng who is watching,
Don't say it's me, even if the Jade Emperor comes, it won't be of any use."
"You can't ignore it! He's your nephew! If he dies, how will I live?" Upon hearing this, the old woman burst into tears and started to cry again.
"Sister! Sister! Listen to me." Feng Zhang quickly stopped her, and then continued: "Ji Yang's matter is a foregone conclusion. No matter how much you cry, you can't change it, so let's talk about it.
How can we avenge him?"
"Why can't it be changed? You are such a big official..." The old woman obviously couldn't accept this fact and immediately started crying and even threatened death.
But no matter what she did, Feng Zhang still had the same attitude. After some consolation from others, she was unable to accept the reality, slapping her thighs while crying, and cursed bitterly: "Oh, what the hell!
Kill Chu Heng, our Ji Yang didn’t provoke him, so why should we embarrass Ji Yang! He has nothing to give birth to a son, I will fuck him..."
After venting for a while and greeting almost all eighteen generations of Chu Heng's ancestors, the old woman became more rational and asked her younger brother through gritted teeth: "Then how are we going to avenge your nephew?"
However, Feng Zhang gave up because he wanted to keep it secret, and just said to her: "I can't tell you this, but I can assure you that that kid will be unlucky before long!"
"You kid can fool me, right?" The old woman looked at him warily after hearing this.
"No way, I can fool you once, and I can fool you for the rest of my life?" Feng Zhang smiled bitterly.
The old woman felt this in her heart, and then she had another dinner at the invitation of the Feng family before leaving.
After the family politely sent the old aunt away, they returned upstairs. Feng Zhang's son found his father with some worry and asked: "Dad, that Chu Heng is not a good person? How do you plan to deal with him?"
"Follow me." Feng Zhang glanced at his wife, his daughter-in-law, and others who were looking towards him, took his son into the study, and told him his plan.
After his son learned that it was not a direct conflict, he felt relieved and actively made suggestions. The father and son discussed the contents of the poster together.
Feng Zhang climbed up from the bottom to the position of deputy director of the office step by step, and his writing skills are naturally not bad. In addition, his son also works as a clerical worker. The two of them can be said to be stronger than the other. After a while, they had a general direction.
I drafted it quickly, and then wrote and revised it again. A sonorous and powerful poster with every word and word was taken shape.
"Very good, that's it!"
After reading through it one last time, Feng Zhang nodded with satisfaction, and then quickly asked his son to grind ink, lay out paper, and start copying.
