"Uncle Songhai?"

It was Yao Zhishu himself who came to open the door.

Jiang Songhai has a high seniority in the village, but his presence is really low. He usually goes to the fields to plant some fields and dig herbs up the mountain. He will not be idle like others and play cards and chat with the mountains at the entrance of the village alley. He has never been to Secretary Yao's house. So when he saw him coming to the evening, Secretary Yao was also shocked.

He looked closely and said, "Why did you carry Jiang Xiao over?"

Secretary Yao was impressed by Jiang Xiao. Firstly, it was because she was the best child in the village and she might be admitted to a good university in the future to win glory for the village. Secondly, she was different from other children in the village. I guess she could not find a girl as white, tender and beautiful as her in the village.

In a poor and backward mountain village like Siyang Village, which half-grown girl is not dressed in gray, has slightly dark skin, and has rough hands? Because they have to do a lot of housework and farm work, and even there are many children in the village, and those who are sisters basically have to help take care of their younger brothers and sisters.

However, Jiang Xiao dressed very neatly every day, with her hair soft and long combed into two braids. Except for weekends, she wore school uniforms every day, and her uniform was washed clean, with white skin and delicate like porcelain.

Anyway, it is very eye-catching in the mountain village.

"Grandpa, let me down." Jiang Xiao got off the ground and almost stood firm. When her body shook, Jiang Songhai quickly supported her.

Secretary Yao saw something.

"Good evening, uncle, branch secretary." Jiang Xiao looked up and greeted him. Secretary Yao then found that her face was pale and she couldn't help but frown.

"Let's talk about it first."

The house and yard of the branch secretary were larger than that of the Jiang family, and they were all painted with cement and white ash. The main hall had fluorescent tubes and incandescent lights, which looked much brighter than the dim little light bulbs of their house.

The room was also neatly tidy.

In the main hall, there is a dining table on the left, and a plastic mosquito-proof cover is covered with a plastic cover. Two wooden single sofas are placed against the wall on the right, and a small coffee table in the middle.

There are several wooden stools next to it.

There was a stack of information on the coffee table, with words and pictures, and a fountain pen.

It seems that Secretary Yao was still working before they came.

After sitting down, Secretary Yao asked straight to the point: "Uncle Songhai, are you doing something wrong?"

Jiang Songhai looked at his granddaughter. In fact, he didn't know what Jiang Xiao was going to do. Was he going to complain to Secretary Yao?

Jiang Xiao's eyes fell on the stack of materials on the coffee table, and she wrote and painted on a piece of paper, which suddenly reminded her of something.

"Brother Secretary, are you painting?"

"Drawing? How could I do it?" Secretary Yao picked up the paper and smiled and said, "Isn't this the row of old houses in front of our village primary school? The wall facing the school is too dirty, and some naughty children are writing randomly there. I just wonder if I want to brush it."

This was just a trivial matter. Jiang Xiao’s heart was moved now.

Later, the wall was indeed painted with white ash, but because there was no one in Siyang Village that could draw large posters, I just wrote a few big words on it. The white ash at the base of the wall became dirty again in a few days because it was facing the school gate and you could see it as soon as you left the school gate, which was indeed a bit annoying.

Later, the leaders of the town education office came to Siyang Village Primary School. One of the principals who attached great importance to the school environment also criticized Secretary Yao for a few words, which made him shameless.

Although it's just a small matter, but...

It can also be a stepping stone.
Chapter completed!