Chapter 654 Heading to the Commune
Just when he was in trouble, Wang Jianguo's words came to him like a timely rain and a life-saving straw.
Zhao Shuzhuo felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly stood up with his hands on the table, his face full of a smile of apology and gratitude. He bowed and nodded to everyone, and said like pouring beans:
"My dear aunts, sisters-in-law, and grandmas, I'm really sorry for everyone. Jianguo and I have urgent work to do, so I have to leave first."
"I will explain all the questions you asked me about in detail when I have some free time later. Please eat slowly and don't choke. I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, he didn't even bother to straighten out his wrinkled clothes. He quickly walked around the crowd and followed closely behind Wang Jianguo. The two of them walked out of the house together.
Outside, the breeze blew gently, carrying a hint of the smell of field soil, as if urging them to rush to the next busy day.
The afternoon sun poured down, covering the earth with a layer of warm golden glow. Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo hurried out of the supply and marketing cooperative.
The two half-old bicycles at the door looked like companions who had been waiting for a long time, glowing faintly in the sunlight.
The two men got on their bicycles and pedaled with swift movements. The wheels began to turn rapidly and they rushed towards the commune at lightning speed.
The distance between the supply and marketing cooperative and the commune was not far. Along the way were green farmlands. The breeze blew and the crops rustled, as if applauding and cheering for their journey.
After a while, the old gate of the commune came into view.
The two of them braked steadily, parked the bicycles in the designated area, and carefully adjusted the direction of the handlebars to ensure that they were parked neatly.
Then, they strode towards Director Song's office at high speed, the stone pavement under their feet making a clattering sound.
Arriving at the door of Director Song's office, Wang Jianguo raised his hand and knocked on the mottled wooden door with his knuckles. "Dong Dong Dong," the knocking sound echoed in the quiet corridor.
Soon, a steady sound of footsteps was heard in the room, and the door was opened with a creaky sound. Director Song's familiar and kind face appeared before his eyes.
I saw that he had a warm smile on his face and his eyes showed a bit of expected understanding.
When he saw that it was Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo, he was not surprised at all. He stepped aside and welcomed them into the house warmly.
The office is simply decorated, with a large desk occupying the center of the room, piled with documents and materials.
The bookshelf along the wall is filled with all kinds of books, ranging from agricultural technology to policies and regulations.
Director Song asked the two to sit down on the sofa nearby and thoughtfully poured them two cups of steaming hot tea.
The curl of water vapor rising up instantly made the atmosphere in the house warm and harmonious.
After the two of them sat down and adjusted their breathing, Wang Jianguo frowned slightly, his eyes full of doubts. He couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked Director Song:
"Director Song, this is strange. Why aren't you curious at all when you see us coming back? We rushed all the way here, and we were thinking about reporting new things to you."
"But your reaction seems to be as if you already knew we would be coming back today. Could it be that you have the ability to predict the future and knew our itinerary in advance?"
As he spoke, Wang Jianguo looked at Zhao Shuzhuo next to him, and the confusion in his eyes deepened.
Director Song sat steadily in the chair behind his desk, with his usual smiling face.
The crow's feet at the corners of the eyes come alive, as if hiding countless interesting stories.
He leaned forward slightly, folded his hands casually on the table, and said:
"Hey guys, don't think of me as someone who has supernatural powers, I have enough to do with the things in the commune to keep me busy."
"I don't have the time to keep an eye on your whereabouts. It was purely a coincidence that I knew you were coming back today."
Director Song sat up straighter, picked up the enamel teacup on the table, blew gently on the tea leaves floating on the water, took a sip, moistened his throat, and then said:
"Early this morning, Xiao Song from the train station came to deliver documents to me. This kid is always very reliable. He always delivers documents on time and never procrastinates."
"As soon as he entered the room, before I could even ask him, he said to me in a lively voice, 'Uncle, I went to the train station to pick someone up early this morning. Guess what? I saw two brothers from our supply and marketing cooperative, Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo, getting off the train. They were carrying a lot of bags and looked very busy.' That's when I realized you were back today."
After hearing this, Wang Jianguo felt more confused. It was as if his head was stuffed with a tangled mess that he couldn't figure out.
He couldn't help but frown slightly, his eyes full of doubts, and he moved closer to Director Song and asked:
"Xiao Song? Director, which Xiao Song are you talking about? I don't have any impression of him. And how does he know both of us?"
Zhao Shuzhuo, who was standing by, seemed to suddenly remember something, patted his thigh lightly, and took over the conversation and said:
"Jianguo, I know. Have you forgotten? He was Xiao Song who helped us unload the goods at the train station when our supply and marketing cooperative first went to purchase goods!"
"At that time, there were too many goods and we were short of manpower. Thanks to his enthusiastic help, he worked himself to the bone and sweated profusely. We also said that we must thank him properly when we have the chance in the future."
As he spoke, Zhao Shuzhuo looked at Director Song with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Director Song, what is your relationship with Xiao Song? Why is he responsible for delivering documents to you?"
When Director Song heard this, he couldn't help but throw his head back and burst into laughter. His hearty laughter echoed in the office.
After laughing, he pointed to a family photo hanging on the wall. There was a young man standing in the back row in the photo. He looked familiar. Director Song said:
"Look, that's the kid in the photo. He's my nephew. He's been smart since he was young. Whenever the city needs to send any documents to our commune, he's usually the one running errands."
"After a while, he became familiar with the people and things in our commune. Look, he even knows you guys."
Wang Jianguo's originally twisted brows instantly relaxed, and a clear light flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and gently patted his forehead, and said with a smile of a little regret and a little sudden enlightenment:
"Oh, look at my memory. I actually forgot about this. Now it all fits together."
After that, he sorted out his thoughts a little, his expression became serious, and he spoke to Director Song again: