Chapter 32 Conflict without anyone understanding

Can't die

I have to get up to work

Since the rural work conference was held, I have accompanied Mayor Cao to conduct meetings and research.

She doesn't need me to write her speeches in general. She has a good eloquence. I think she was probably trained when she was a Youth League cadre.

Master Zhao's wife is in serious condition. He took leave and took care of me at home. I am more like a full-time driver. I pick up and drop off Mayor Cao every day, chat and talk with her, drink and eat, and I live a leisurely life.

Ermei never called me again. She always hung up when I called her. This time I was probably really angry. It would be fine if I really got pestered by her. My good days will come to an end.

During the National Day holiday, our office secretariat led by Director Ma to hold an event to go to Inner Mongolia to travel and relax.

We who are secretary follow our leaders all day long, without day or night, it is not easy to have a rest time

We rode horses, drifted and slid on the sand that day, and we had a lot of fun.

The secretary Qian (who we all call him that) doesn't like to play very much, and he even says that our grade is too low. Although I have disliked him for a long time, no one cares about him, and I can't mess with him.

In the evening we had dinner outside the yurt of a herder named Sang Rendoji.

Sang Rendoji lit a bonfire, killed two sheep and roasted and cooked us, brought the best local corn wine, and found a few girls to sing and dance for us.

This warm atmosphere is just right for my appetite. Mongolian herdsmen are generous in drinking, but others are not their opponents. Only half a bowl and half a bowl of wine were shared with Sang Rendoji, and he was very happy to drink.

At this time, a few little herder girls came to toast. They all had two red faces on their faces. Although they didn't look very good, they were simple and cute.

Each person has three small cups, and the girl will offer a Hada after drinking it

This is a very noble etiquette here

Everyone cooperated very well, and even Ouyang, who never drank, symbolically tasted each cup.

It was Boss Qian's turn, but he said nothing and said contemptuously: I don't drink! This is also called wine? It's disgusting when you smell it!

I saw Sang Rendoji frowned

Everyone said: Why do the little girl have to give her face when she comes to toast? Boss Qian actually curled her lips and said: You guys are going to beat him up! What do you think of this? You also call her a little girl?!

Sang Rendorji, who was fighting with me, suddenly turned dark. While getting up, he reached out and pulled out the knife from his waist toast him. The little girl who drank was Sang Ren's little daughter.

Before Sang Ren could get up, I grabbed Sang Ren's hand, pressed him to the ground, threw the wine bowl in my hand hard, and jumped up suddenly

I used the alcohol to point at Boss Qian's nose and scolded: What the hell are you? We have tolerated it when you pretend to be B in Yanyang, and you still pretend to be grandson when you go to Inner Mongolia!

Boss Qian is domineering to these secretary on weekdays, and even Director Ma has to listen to him. How could he be so angry?

Zhangya scolded: You rustic bun, why are you so awesome? Look at this little girl, you should marry her home as your wife. She is just right with you, a farmer!

I can't stand looking down on farmers the most. When I heard that Mr. Qian was scolding so badly, I didn't say anything, and rushed up and turned into an electric gun. I beat Mr. Qian and all my mouth and teeth were bleeding

He got up and shouted and rushed towards me, but I kicked him to the ground, but his body was so obsessed with alcohol and sex. The other three were no match for me.

Everyone stood up and rushed to the two of us, of course they came to fight

But Sang Rendorji didn't understand, so he jumped over and raised his knife to protect me, shouting in Mongolian language that no one could understand.

Boss Qian never got up again, covered his stomach and screamed in pain on the ground.

Sang Ren gestured left and right with a knife, and no one dared to come and help him.

But Ouyang slowly walked over and said to Sang Ren: Uncle, it's okay, it's okay

Mongolian men do not use a knife to look at the girl. Seeing that Ouyang had no malice, Sang Ren turned around and angrily ran to Boss Qian with the knife.

If Ouyang and I were not trying to hold him to death, Boss Qian would have had a few more holes on his body.

Insulting the Mongolian daughter, she will be half-dead even if she does not die.

Director Ma saw that we hugged Sang Ren and hurried over to pull Mr. Qian away. Mr. Qian was already scared to death when he saw the knife in Sang Ren's hand. He didn't dare to squeak a moment and ran to the accommodation place.

Director Ma saw that he couldn't drink any more and wanted to pay the bill back. He asked Sang Ren how much it cost in total

Sang Ren's anger was still vented. He put one hand on my shoulder and waved the knife with the other hand, shouting in stiff Chinese: My brother is here, don't want money! Whoever dares to give it, I won't agree!

When everyone saw this attitude, they never dared to raise money again, and walked back to the accommodation place.

Sang Ren hugged my shoulder and called out to my brother, insisting on continuing to drink with me. I just had a fight and was depressed. Ouyang comforted the crying girl and didn't leave.

The bonfire was rekindled, Sang Ren and I drank in big mouthfuls of boiled lamb chops in water, Ouyang and the little girl were serving each other, and in a while we both drank too much

Sang Ren kept hugging me and called me brother. Before leaving, he forced his silver Mongolian knife into my arms. I knew this was the highest way for the Mongolians to express their respect, and I could not refuse.

I had no body, so I took off the watch that I had bought on my wrist for a few days and put it on Sang Ren (I used to wear an electronic watch worth dozens of dollars. Later, I wore a suit every day to work, accompanied Mayor Cao to attend meetings, and went to various departments to inspect. I saw the watch a lot, and I thought it was too unfit, so I spent more than 800 yuan to buy a Rossini quartz watch)

At this time, a few young people in the Secretariat who were usually good and not very sophisticated came to me, so I helped me go back to the hotel with Ouyang.

Back at the hotel, I saw Director Ma and a few old fried dough sticks around Mr. Qian and flattering him. I stared at Mr. Qian. He didn't dare to look at me, so he turned around and lay on the bed.

I really don't like these people, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and relying on others' power

I know in my heart that if I offend them, my life will not be better in the future

After all, he will be better than me when he returns to the city and his leader.

But I, Guan Han, are alone, have no worries, and I am afraid that you will come from!

It was a good trip to relax, but it ended up because of my irrationality. Although several people later told me that I had disliked Mr. Qian for a long time, I saw that they were still surrounded by Mr. Qian, which obviously drew a clear line with me.

I understand them, but I look down on them

Lulu often writes me, basically one letter every week, telling me a lot about her schooling, saying that she especially likes the necklace I gave her, and she brought it with her very beautiful one. Others asked her who gave it to her, she said it was given to her by her boyfriend, and she also said that she missed her and Brother Zhang very much, hoping to see us earlier.

I also said that there are many poems on the library table, and asked me if this poem is called "Thoughts after Drunk":

After getting drunk, I suddenly woke up from my dream and couldn't sleep with my quilt

Thinking about the old things in the hut, listening to the cicadas singing through the window

You should know that you have no dreams, who will be with you?

The homesickness follows the moonlight, and fills Liaodong overnight

Unexpectedly, what she found was quite accurate. This was a poem I wrote when I was missing home one day. I thought it was good, so I carved it on the table in the library, where is a monument to vent our thoughts.

I occasionally reply a letter, but it is very brief, and I told her to study hard. It is best to take a second major to broaden her horizons.

I also reminded her to take control of herself and not to be too serious about boys.

I can guess that there must be many crazy bees and butterflies surrounding her at this time.

Alas, I hope she is still so pure when I see her again