The old party secretary stopped angrily, turned to stare at Peng Zhikun and asked, "Tell me honestly, who taught you those moves in the office just now?"

Peng Zhikun scratched his head, "Brainstorming, hahaha, it's all collective wisdom! We can't underestimate the creativity of the masses."

The old party secretary was just about to ask again when Captain Liao grabbed his arm and said, "Come on, let's go out to a restaurant at noon today and have a good meal! Anyway, his 6th production team is going to make a fortune, so we can also take advantage of it."

Peng Zhikun's laughter came from behind.

Like a weasel after stealing a chicken.

"How can you make a fortune by digging some sand in the ditch? It's just that from now on our team 6 will not be poor eating dirt, but be poor eating sand, hahaha..."

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The old party secretary, Captain Liao and Peng Zhikun went to the township office to do business.

In the breeding room of the Sixth Production Team, the breeder, Uncle Zhou, and his third-hand "fiancée" Ye Erniang, were kicking their butts and lying on the steps under the eaves, racking their brains to settle accounts.

"Peng Zhikun has to be hired. He is the production captain."

Ye Erniang bit a small piece of wooden stick and said, "He doesn't invite the whole family. Do the math. If Peng Zhikun adds his mother-in-law and three children, there will be a family of 5. One table,

His family only occupied half of the table, so we suffered a big loss."

Uncle Zhou nodded, then turned around and yelled at Boss Zhou, "Dad, you're asking someone to come over for a wedding banquet. How should I write the invitation?"

Zhou Dawa is also a poor student, having studied for three full years in the first grade of elementary school.

But no matter how bad he is, he is still a serious junior high school student.

The level is comparable to that of Uncle Zhou, who just held a torch in the literacy class and went to night school for more than ten days. The level is much higher.

"Then write [Respectfully invite Captain Peng Zhikun to come to the latrine and have a glass of wedding wine]?"

My father was busy arranging his marriage, so very early this morning, Uncle Zhou was caught by Uncle Zhou and cooked swill for him.

Boss Zhou, who was holding back his nausea, started to light the fire and said thoughtfully: "Generally, when writing invitations, you should lower your posture and make others say you are more noble, so that the guests will feel more comfortable.

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Uncle Zhou scratched his head, "Why do I feel something is wrong when my home is written as a hut?"

Boss Zhou replied without raising his head, "What's wrong? Zhuge Liang even said that his house is a hut."

Uncle Zhou tilted his head and took a breath of cold air, "We country people all call toilets Maosi. Why are those educated people so strange that they call their homes thatched houses?"

Maosi is the common name for toilets in rural areas of Bashu.

Uncle Zhou has never been to school, nor has he traveled far... In fact, he has never been outside the confines of Hongxing Township in his life.

I have never even been to the county seat.

His understanding of "educated people" still remained in the stand-up comics he heard from storytellers in teahouses in the countryside, such as "visiting the thatched cottage three times", "Confucius traveled around the world", "Wu Yongzhi took the birthday card" and so on

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