Chapter 550 No one at Secretary Dong's house? ?
Liu Erzhu exchanged a few words with Cheng Hai from time to time, with a shrewd gleam in his eyes, and discussed how to select the most cost-effective agricultural supplies from the numerous goods in the supply and marketing cooperative.
I am also planning to expand some side businesses in the village if I come across a suitable business opportunity.
Here, Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo walked forward in the cold wind. Although their hands and feet were frozen cold and numb, their minds were all on the matters they were about to discuss.
They had been to Secretary Dong's house twice before and were quite familiar with the route. Following the winding village road and turning several corners, the familiar courtyard soon came into view.
The wall of the courtyard is slightly mottled due to the erosion of time, but it exudes a rustic atmosphere. The two old locust trees at the door have bare branches and shiver in the cold wind, as if silently telling stories of the past.
Zhao Shuzhuo took a few quick steps and came to the gate of the courtyard. He raised his hand to straighten his collar that was messed up by the wind, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.
He bent his finger joints and knocked on the door panel neither lightly nor heavily, making a rhythmic "dong dong dong" sound, which was particularly loud in the quiet morning.
After knocking, the two stood quietly at the door, listening to the movements in the yard.
One second, two seconds... After a long while, the courtyard was as silent as death, and no one came to open the door. The two looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.
Logically speaking, today is the eighth day of the first lunar month, and the festive atmosphere is still strong. Secretary Dong should be at home at this time.
What's more, Secretary Dong always cares about the villagers and seldom goes out at this time. Even if he is delayed by something, he should inform everyone in advance.
Wang Jianguo frowned, approached the gate, and shouted louder:
"Secretary Dong, are you home? I'm Wang Jianguo, and Zhao Shuzhuo and I are here to discuss something with you!"
The voice echoed in the courtyard, but the only response was the whistling cold wind. Zhao Shuzhuo did not give up and raised his hand to knock on the door again.
This time he knocked harder. The "dong dong dong" sounds shook the door slightly, but there was still no movement in the yard.
The two stood at the door, their doubts growing. Did Secretary Dong go out for something? Where did he go? Was he not feeling well and couldn't answer the phone in the room?
Various speculations kept circling in their minds. As the cold wind blew, the two of them became more and more uncertain. Their eagerness to discuss the development of the village was now poured cold water by this sudden situation.
But they knew that they couldn't just sit there and wait. They had to find a way to figure out the situation and find Secretary Dong. After all, important events in the spring were still waiting for them to make a decision.
Wang Jianguo's heart was filled with doubts like wild weeds growing wildly in spring, making him feel uneasy.
Seeing that no one responded after waiting for a long time at Secretary Dong's door, he became anxious and turned around and hurried towards Secretary Dong's neighbor's house, with Zhao Shuzhuo following closely behind him.
The biting cold wind was howling, causing pain on Wang Jianguo's cheeks, but he was not concerned about that at the moment. He was only thinking about finding out where Secretary Dong had gone.
After a while, they arrived at the neighbor's yard. Wang Jianguo raised his hand and gently knocked on the slightly shabby wooden door.
"Knock, knock, knock," the knocking sound echoed in the quiet courtyard. After a while, footsteps were heard from inside the house, and the door creaked open. A kind-looking lady poked her head out, her eyes filled with doubt.