"Zhiqiang, here are snacks and milk powder. You can get whatever you want. Grandpa and I will go out to the fields. When we can't handle the little one, we will call aunt."
Wang Jue was confused by the two little guys, and they just took Wang Zhiqiang as free labor.
"Cousin, why don't you take someone away... where is the person? He ran so fast! Come on, Routuan No. 1, crawl this way. I'll teach you, Routuan No. 2, come here..."
Wang Zhiqiang especially liked facing the two little guys.
When I go out, I hold one in my arms and carry another on my back. Unlike Ning Caiyun and others who were careful when taking care of the little one, the baby was crawling on the ground. When the room was very hot, Wang Zhiqiang put the little one on the ground and the others sat there and played.
Ning Caiyun was worried about the little one's safety at first, and secretly observed it for a few days, and then she was completely relieved after confirming that there was no problem.
Occasionally, while Wang Jue was watching the children, Wang Zhiqiang and Ji Heng would push the car into the woods to look for branches, or go to the fields to do some farm work, and the haze deep in their hearts gradually dissipated.
"Coming from the east, why don't you move Mr. Wang's grave here? I guess we can check their files, which will also be beneficial to restoring the old man's identity, right?"
Wang Zhiqiang finally settled down with Ji Ping. Li Xun asked tentatively one day when he and Ji Dong came to drink. Ji Dong came to see his father and then shook his head.
"I told Mr. Wang this issue before he was alive, and I hope that he will come and live with us. The old man is upright and even offers a house for our family, but the old man doesn't agree!"
When it comes to this matter, Ji Donglai feels bad...
"We have no shame in going back to the Northeast. We haven't fought back in so many years. We were sent to the border with an order and the young marshal didn't come back. We are ashamed of our fathers and fellow villagers in our hometown."
"The children from my hometown have formed the Northeast Volunteer Army. Compared with others, we can't hold our heads high. They all died in battle. We would rather die in our hometown. Now the people in the customs don't want to see us, and we can't face the people in our hometown. Just leave it like this, bury them wherever you die in battle..."
Every time he thought of these things, the voice of old man Wang Guangzhi rang in his ears, and Ji Donglai couldn't calm down for a long time.
Loyalty, filial piety and justice are most clearly reflected in the elderly. Under the leadership of the fifth column, no one cares about the existence of the Northeast Volunteer Army, only focusing on the Northeast Army entering the pass.
Do you think he is right or wrong? Ji Donglai didn't want to tell the difference anymore, after all, the old man didn't care anymore.
"Has Xiao Hu not contacted you recently? Does Xiao Hu know about Zhiqiang's affairs? Don't let others misunderstand you. After all, girls are not all so open-minded. Although you do good things, you still don't want your partner to misunderstand you?"
Looking at Wang Zhiqiang teaching two little guys to walk in the distance, Li Xun felt uncomfortable.
Once a prejudice is formed, it cannot be cut with axes or knocked down by typhoons.
"It should be fine. Forget it. I have to go back in two days. How about we go together? I have a batch of equipment at the customs. Brother-in-law, please keep an eye on it."
"We bought another set of photosensitive glass equipment, and I'm going to pass that set of imitation equipment..."
When it comes to Hu Lijuan's matter, Ji Donglai directly changes the subject. Li Xun over there rolls his eyes and secretly thinks of the master of the Great Shift of the Universe.
After staying with Wang Zhiqiang at home for a few days, Ji Donglai returned to Hebei after seeing that the little guy and his family were integrating very well.
"The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon. You can finish the festival at home before leaving, you kid!"
Before leaving, Ning Caiyun got Ji Donglai a red rope, boiled eggs, and brought various specialties from home.
"Mom, I will definitely celebrate holidays at home in the next few years. Our boss has helped us a lot this time. I have to come to thank you during the holidays. Otherwise, people will think that we don't understand etiquette. That would be bad. Just be nice at home..."
Reluctantly letting go of Ning Caiyun's hand, Ji Donglai boarded the plane to Hebei.
The person Ji Dong was talking about was actually Mr. Deng, and Fang's family was in a county in Hebei.
After getting off the plane, Ji Donglai handed over all the specialties at home to his subordinates, and he and Xin Li visited Mr. Deng's home in person with gifts.
"What kind of evil tricks are you doing to me, do you want me to throw you out?"
Watching Ji Donglai come to the door carrying something, Mr. Deng had a black line on his forehead, and Mr. Deng's wife also frowned.
Both of them are within the system. Mr. Deng’s wife has a much higher position than Mr. Deng and is very disgusted with this kind of thing.
"Mr. Deng, there are no expensive things. We have launched a poverty alleviation project in Yakou Village. These are the fruit wine and local eggs they produce. This is a rolling felt handwoven by the villagers, which is a treasure that will keep you warm in winter and cool in summer."
"The aged vinegar and stone steamed buns from Shanxi, this is the chili oil from Sichuan, not Maotai liquor or Wuliangye. Don't worry. The Northeast-style red sausage and the sturgeon from the Amur River can all be lowered!"
Faced with Mr. Deng's anger, Ji Donglai did not panic at all. Together with Xin Li, he placed these "worthless" things on the table one by one. Mr. Deng was doubtful and opened the wine jar. Sure enough, a strong aroma of fruit wine spread. Come.
"Hey, it's true. Master, come here and smell this, cherry wine, pure. Didn't you talk about this stuff? You drank some... Donglai, you kid really didn't lie. Help your sister-in-law move the things. Over there in the kitchen, don't do this next time, I'll give you money later, it's not easy for people in the village to make money!"
The things are good things, and Mr. Deng likes these authentic things from the bottom of his heart.
Mr. Deng's lover was in a much better mood at this time, especially cherry wine, which was his favorite.
It’s not that no one gives them to each other. They are not pure. Most of them are industrial products or brewed.
The two wine jars Ji Donglai brought were completely brewed using local methods, and the taste was different. When the middle wine was scooped out, a mellow aroma came out.
Ji Donglai helped move things into the shady balcony of Mr. Deng's house. Xinli helped Mr. Deng's lover cook. Ji Donglai and Mr. Deng sat at the table and started drinking village juice.
"The recent projects are good. According to the news I learned, there should be no problem with the review. By the way, hasn't your company gotten closer to the coal industry recently? The coal group has taken off in the past two years, and several of my classmates have praised it. Oh my god, I don’t know how to spend my money, I have the momentum to buy a city..."
The food was served quickly, and Mr. Deng and Ji Dong came over to talk.
After eating pure organic vegetables, Mr. Deng began to feel better.
"Thank you in advance, Mr. Deng, for helping us revise the plan. Otherwise, we won't be able to grasp the key points. I'll do it first!"
Raising the glass of cherry wine, Ji Donglai first expressed his gratitude to Mr. Deng. After all, Mr. Deng actually helped him this time.
(End of chapter)
