Cao Zhenggang really didn't expect that in just five or six years, Cao Shujie would become the village party secretary of his village, and also serve as the village director.
He still remembers that Cao Shujie came back from Beijing in early 2011, took his wife and children, and carried 10 kilograms of eggs to his house to talk to him about helping to build a house. Looking back at it now, it still feels like it happened yesterday.
Cao Zhenggang took the initiative to talk about these things, and Cao Shujie laughed: "Grandpa, I have to thank you for helping me in the first place."
Whether it is the construction of the house or the orchard on the mountain, it was all done by Cao Zhenggang, and the quality is naturally impeccable.
The key point is that Cao Zhenggang's fees are not expensive, and he doesn't make much money.
"Hey, it's all in the past, so don't mention it." Cao Zhenggang shook his head.
After he finished speaking, he picked up the teacup and slowly took a sip of the steaming tea. Unexpectedly, he choked on the first sip and covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly.
He coughed violently, and his slightly old face turned red from the coughing.
After Cao Shujie saw it, he quickly went over to give him a pat on the back to help him calm down.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Cao Shujie was a little anxious: "How about I call an ambulance for you and go to the hospital?"
"Hey, why are you going to the hospital?" Cao Zhenggang waved his hand: "I was just in a hurry to drink water, it's okay."
"People lose their usefulness when they get old, and they can even choke when they drink water." After Cao Zhenggang regained his composure, he patted his chest and said.
Speaking of which, he is over seventy years old, with white hair and a vicissitudes of life on his face. However, he has been contracting projects in or around the village, so no one treats him as an ordinary old man.
"Hey, grandpa, you are not old. There are a few people in our village who are as capable as you at your age." Cao Shujie gave him a thumbs up.
After finishing speaking, Cao Shujie changed his tone: "But at your age, grandpa, you really should take more rest. If you keep doing this, even young people like me can't stand it, let alone you, grandpa."
"Shujie is right. After I finish this year, I won't work so hard next year and have a good rest." Cao Zhenggang followed his words.
After working at this age, Cao Zhenggang felt powerless and really wanted to take a rest.
In addition, he has shares in the Agricultural Planting Cooperative and the Zhongcheng Breeding Cooperative. His shares are not small, and the annual dividends are quite large. He is not worried about his subsequent income.
As far as Caojiazhuang is concerned, he is also one of the highest-paid people.
"Shujie, how are you? When can we open on the mountain?" Cao Zhenggang asked.
Cao Shujie told him that part of the project would be opened in March next year and construction would continue on the rest.
"Oh, okay, when it opens over there, I'll go up and have a look."
Cao Zhenggang told Cao Shujie that he had lived in Caojiazhuang all his life. There was a barren mountain there since he was a child. They had climbed up there to play before, and they had seen an open coffin with a tattered bedding inside, but there were no bones.
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He said he had also seen a very small coffin for children to sleep in.
"I remember people from the older generation said that there used to be a cave on that mountain. There seemed to be a tomb inside, and maybe there were treasures hidden inside. But I climbed up and down so many times, except for the things thrown on the mountainside.
Some rotten coffins, I have never seen any of them." Cao Zhenggang also started to complain.
He always felt that the older generation had lied to him.
Cao Shujie had also heard these rumors when he was a child. Even when he and Cao Zhen and others went to the mountains to pick jujubes and catch scorpions when they were young, they also saw the empty coffins that Cao Zhenggang mentioned. He really didn't expect that.
The broken coffin, which made people feel horrified, had been thrown there decades earlier.
In this way, their history is not short!
While Cao Shujie was thinking about these issues, someone called Cao Zhenggang outside. He said a few words to Cao Shujie and hurried out.
"Is there really an ancient tomb on the mountain?" Cao Shujie wondered. He felt it was a bit mysterious.
If it really exists, after so many years of legends, has it still been found?
Or maybe the ancient tomb has simply been dug out?
"Forget it, what do I want it to do? Besides, what if it doesn't exist? Since there is this legend, why don't I process it and make it a tourist attraction?" Cao Shujie said.
The construction workers are currently digging a cave. If there is an ancient tomb, it will be dug out sooner or later.
Even if it doesn't exist, it doesn't matter. The worst is to make up a story.
…
He stayed in the large conference room of the village committee until about four o'clock in the afternoon. The smell on his body was very weak, so Cao Shujie went home.
His father, Cao Jianguo, went to town to pick up Mengmeng from school, but he hasn't come back yet.
When his mother Wang Yuelan saw him coming in, she was still mumbling: "Shujie, ask your father to pick up the child. He hasn't picked up the child for so long. He must have gone somewhere else."
"Mom, no, my dad is not that kind of person." Cao Shujie looked at the time: "It should be soon."
After finishing speaking, he went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes.
His wife was taking her son to play basketball in the small room outside the bedroom. When Cao Yirui saw him coming, she rushed towards him.
Before Cao Shujie could hug his son, cute shouting could be heard downstairs.
"Mom, I'm back."
After a while, Mengmeng ran up the stairs "thumping".
She was quite happy to see her father there too: "Dad, the teacher praised me this year."
"What do you praise me for?" Cao Shujie asked her.
Mengmeng chuckled and said, "The teacher praised me for doing well in math problems."
"These are the questions you taught me last time, Dad." She also emphasized.
When Cao Shujie heard this, he was very happy and asked her, "Isn't that right? Your math teacher praised it?"
When Cheng Xiaolin heard what her husband said, she just wanted to give her husband a look. It wasn't the math teacher who praised her, but the Chinese teacher?
But Cheng Xiaolin never expected that her daughter would say: "No, my Chinese teacher praised me."
"?" A big question mark appeared on Cao Shujie's forehead.
Cheng Xiaolin also felt that she couldn't turn her head around.
She asked Mengmeng why the Chinese teacher praised her for doing well in her math homework?
"I don't know, that's what the teacher said anyway." Mengmeng dropped her schoolbag and went to play with her brother.
But Cheng Xiaolin always felt that there was something wrong. She watched the two siblings playing together and ignored them. She took her daughter's schoolbag and pulled out the Chinese homework and math homework. When she saw the 100 points on the math homework, she was very happy.
happy.
But when she saw the Chinese language homework filled with circles, Cheng Xiaolin lost her composure.
"Mengmeng, what's going on?" Cheng Xiaolin threw her homework on the table in front of her.
When Cao Shujie saw that the situation was not good, he took his clothes and went downstairs to take a shower.
When Cao Shujie came upstairs after washing, Mengmeng was standing against the wall!
"What's going on?" Cao Shujie asked his wife.
Cheng Xiaolin had a straight face and pointed to the Chinese homework on the table: "What else is going on? See for yourself what is written on the last page of her homework?"
"Oh?" Cao Shujie was confused.
Subconsciously, I took my daughter's exercise book and turned to the last page. I saw it said: "Writing is so tiring. Writing math is so easy. It's so annoying!"
Cao Shujie: "..."
Good guy, no wonder the Chinese teacher praised her for her good math writing, that’s what feelings are like.
"Okay, keep standing. We'll talk about it later when we figure it out." Cao Shujie said with a serious face.
He felt that Mengmeng was sometimes quite understanding of human nature, but sometimes acted very foolishly. Even if it was true, this shouldn't be written in the homework book, right?
…
The next morning, Cao Shujie was not in a hurry to go to town. He walked directly to the house of 'Liu Guoqiang'.
Last night, he and his father were chatting about Liu Guoqiang. Little did he know that even his father admired Liu Guoqiang and said that he was indeed capable.
It's just that I used to work alone, but later I stopped being a village cadre.
Cao Shujie himself had no impression of Liu Guoqiang's actions when he was deputy director.
Arriving at Liu Guoqiang's house, Cao Shujie saw that his room was covered with various maps as soon as he entered.
Pingyuan County, Yiling City, Dongshan Province, national map.
This hobby is really unique.
Moreover, he wrote and drew on the map and made many annotations. This shows that he really read these maps carefully, which is not something ordinary people can do.
"Secretary Cao, why are you here?" Liu Guoqiang is 49 years old this year. He doesn't look like someone who gets fat in middle age. Instead, he looks particularly well-proportioned overall.
"Uncle Qiang, I came here specifically for you." Cao Shujie said with a smile.
Liu Guoqiang's wife Chen Qin was busy making tea, taking out the melon seeds and candies at home, and greeted Cao Shujie.
Sit down and listen later.
Liu Guoqiang didn't understand what Cao Shujie meant. He kept smiling and inviting Cao Shujie to drink tea.
"Uncle Qiang, don't be in a hurry to have tea. I came here to ask if you are interested in becoming the deputy director of the village again?" Cao Shujie asked directly without answering questions.
"Cao Shujie asked me to be the deputy director?" Liu Guoqiang pointed to himself.
Seeing Cao Shujie nodding affirmatively, Liu Guoqiang said again: "Secretary Cao should know how I got down, right?"
"I heard that Uncle Long said that you were at odds with Uncle Jiangang, but I think you did the right thing and there is nothing wrong with you," Cao Shujie said.
He then asked Liu Guoqiang: "Uncle Qiang, do you think I am a person who reaches out randomly?"
Cao Shujie is definitely not the one. He brought up Caojiazhuang all by himself, not to mention that Cao Shujie's own money is much more than that of Caojiazhuang.
"Secretary Cao, I'm very grateful for your consideration, but I don't want to worry about it anymore. You'd better hire someone else, Gao Ming." Liu Guoqiang said.
As soon as he finished speaking, his wife Chen Qin came over and slapped him: "Old Liu, why did you speak to Secretary Cao?"
Then he looked at Cao Shujie and smiled: "Secretary Cao, I'm so sorry. Old Liu has such a stubborn temper. No matter what he does, he can't get rid of the dirt in his eyes, and he doesn't mince words when he talks."
"Secretary Cao asked him to be the deputy director because he thinks highly of him. I would like to persuade him."
Cao Shujie was thinking that Liu Guoqiang, let alone his wife, was an all-rounder.
The two people have very different personalities at first glance, and I don’t know how they got together. ()
