When we left the house, the morning air was a bit chilly. There was no one in the township government compound, but the breakfast vendor had already set up his stall outside.
Yesterday, he was starving on the bank of the Chali River. Zhao Pufang ate a lot this morning, including two steamed buns, three fried dough sticks, and a bowl of starched noodles.
The slurry water for the noodles is ground from the beans when making jelly. It tastes like fermentation and numbing. The taste made by this breakfast shop is very authentic. Seasonal side dishes and red chili oil are placed on the slurry noodles.
, which whetted Zhao Pufang's appetite. He burped after eating, and then thought about bringing a scallion pancake and a pack of soy milk to Jia Chunling.
When they returned to their residence, Jia Chunling had not yet gotten up, so Zhao Pufang hung the soy milk and scallion pancakes on Jia Chunling's doorknob.
Bringing food is a gesture. It must have been cold when Jia Chunling got up, but it seems that this little girl still does this and likes to be remembered.
When he arrived at the office, Zhao Pufang made himself a cup of tea, then picked up the book "Historical Materialism and Dialectical Materialism", spread out the manuscript paper, and started copying it from beginning to end.
In this way, you can kill two birds with one stone, and your calligraphy and learning will not be delayed.
Zhao Pufang felt that after being in society for more than twenty years, he lacked a lot in dealing with people, at least more than professional knowledge. However, in terms of cultural knowledge, he now had to concentrate on cramming it up quickly and pick out those things he needed right now.
Things that can be used immediately, such as policy and theoretical things, should be learned quickly to avoid making a fool of yourself.
But before Zhao Pufang had written a few pages, he heard the roar of cars in the courtyard, and soon the sound of someone's footsteps coming upstairs was heard.
After listening attentively for a while, it seemed to be Han Fuju, and then there was another noise in the front yard. Then there were voices upstairs and downstairs, the sounds of going up and down the stairs, and the sounds of opening and closing doors, one after another.
Zhao Pufang looked at the time and saw it was less than six o'clock.
He tore off the paper he had written on, lit it and threw it into the trash can. He turned the pen over his fingers and played with it. The pen seemed to be stuck to his hand. No matter how it flew around, it would fall off.
Can't go down.
At six o'clock, Li Gaomin's voice came up from downstairs, and soon Qin Guohui shouted in the corridor for everyone to come to the courtyard. Secretary Li had something to say.
Li Gaomin stood expressionlessly in the courtyard of the Wenshui Township Government. He looked at the people filing in and said nothing.
After a long time, he raised his hand and looked at his watch and said: "It's six o'clock in the morning, comrades are quite fast. Now, let's all set off to work on site."
As Li Gaomin waved his hand, the yard became chaotic again. Zhao Pufang was wondering which car he should take, and saw Li Gaomin nodding towards him, so he walked over.
Li Gaomin looked at Zhao Pufang and said: "Mr. Zhao, today we are all going to Wenshui River. If no one is home, you can stay behind. This is very important. If anything happens, we will contact you in time."
Li Gaomin then said: "We worked hard yesterday, and today we are at home, just take a break, eh?"
Zhao Pufang nodded, looked into Li Gaomin's eyes and said, "Yes, Secretary Li, pay attention to safety."
Li Gaomin reached out and shook Zhao Pufang's hand, turned around and got into the car.
Standing in the courtyard of the township government, watching Li Gaomin, Han Fuju, Wu Mantian, Liu Zhifa, Chi Aiqiang and others leaving in cars one by one, Zhao Pufang wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
He slowly went upstairs and came to the government office on the second floor. The door was open and there was no one in the room. He slowly went in and came to the window.
This office faces the sun. Unlike his office with a back view, the facilities inside seem to be much newer and more comprehensive. At this time, a ray of morning light is projected from the top of the mountain and shines on Zhao Pufang's face.
He was extremely lonely.
After leaving the office, Zhao Pufang gently closed the door. He came to his office and said secretly: "It doesn't matter if others isolate you, just take this opportunity to seize the time to study. The future is long."
Li Gaomin seemed concerned and asked Zhao Pufang to stay at the township government to rest, but the current focus of his work was to find people by the river. Zhao Pufang felt that he was now a building watcher, a deputy township head looking after buildings.
Except quiet, still quiet.
Today is Sunday. At around nine o'clock in the morning, Zhao Pufang saw Jia Chunling coming out of the dormitory. She first walked in front of Zhao Pufang's door, and then returned to the house with soy milk and scallion pancakes in her hands. After a while
, Zhao Pufang saw that she was holding a bag in her hand and a stack of documents under her arm. It seemed that she was coming to the third floor, so Zhao Pufang opened the office door, sat upright, picked up the book and continued reading.
Sure enough, the sound of Jia Chunling's footsteps could be heard, as well as the sound of gentle singing, and she arrived in front of Zhao Pufang's door after a while.
Jia Chunling's singing stopped suddenly. She stood in front of Zhao Pufang's door and was a little surprised: "You, why are you still here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Zhao Pufang asked calmly.
"Where should I go?"
Jia Chunling looked at Zhao Pufang silently, and suddenly said with a smile: "Don't you think this compound is very peaceful today?"
Jia Chunling turned around and walked towards her office. She turned around and said, "Head Zhao seems to be a little resentful when he speaks."
But after a while, Jia Chunling came over again with a water glass in her hand.
Zhao Pufang got her some water, and Jia Chunling said, "Do you know why I chose auditing?"
Zhao Pufang thought about it and said, "I don't know."
After hearing this, Jia Chunling looked at Zhao Pufang carefully, shook her head and said: "Audit work is both professional and technical. That is to say, people who don't understand will not give advice on this work. So, relatively speaking,
Relatively quiet.”
Zhao Pufang smiled. He looked at Jia Chunling and scratched her head and said, "I regretted it in the first place. It's too late."
"Do I still have a chance to change?...How many months can you be busy with your work? I mean you always have to go back to the county, right?"
"Are you trying to please me?" Jia Chunling said with a smile.
Zhao Pufang did not answer.
Jia Chunling did not comment on Zhao Pufang. She took a sip of water: "I used to have a kettle in the house. Later, after I learned that you have a water heater here, I have never made hot water. Qin Guohui in the office always holds a water cup when he has nothing to do.
, only tea leaves were put in it, and then he stepped on all the office doors in the township, but he didn’t even pick up the water, and then said some very nutritious and meaningless words to everyone. In short, he was familiar with everyone in the township.
, looking for water all over the world, and the water all over the world does not meet his standards... I just can't stand the face of his township government steward. By the way, he should be the one left behind today, you,
Why stay at home?”
"There must be someone at home, right? I think there's nothing wrong with resting at home."
Jia Chunling looked at the calm Zhao Pufang, sucked the root of her teeth, and said: "First of all, the head of a country has passed away, and all the countries that have diplomatic relations with the world will basically send messages of condolence. If something happens to the head of a township, it was nothing the first day, and he is still there.
I tried hard to find someone, but the next day, everyone in the town was posing there, standing in the center of people's attention. Everyone knew that this was a great opportunity to show off...but what about you?"
Jia Chunling shook her head and said, "I really don't know what to say about you... Seeing that you and I are about the same age, and we can talk pretty well, I really don't know what you are thinking about all day long?"
"The secretary is about to retire, the township head is missing, and everyone else is jumping up and down, but you are not in a hurry? Let me tell you, Wu Mantian went to the county again yesterday. I don't know who he went to, but when he arrived in the county, he turned out to be
Didn’t you hear the news about Gordon Zhang’s accident? Then where did he go? He couldn’t have been locked in a bathhouse and took a sauna all day, right? Or he wasn’t even aware of the news at all?”
