MTL - There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s-Chapter 100 Is such a precious thing used to cover the wall?

Chapter 100: Use such precious things to build walls?

After hearing Zheng Maoshan's words, Gu Changfeng's face suddenly became clouded. He couldn't waste a day now. The cucumbers and vegetables were already cold when the funds were approved.

 “There’s nothing I can do,”

Zheng Maoshan spread his hands, and he had no rights when it came to money.

"Let's do this! You go and apply for the two hundred dollars first. I'll go back to the leader to report the special matter. We will work in two directions. Today we will send people to dig ditches by the river. Zheng Chengbao knows the location. I will go and brick it right away. The factory wants to waste bricks.”

Gu Changfeng acted resolutely and decisively decided to apply for funds and start construction immediately without waiting for Secretary Du's report.

 “Okay, I’ll arrange the people now,”

Zheng Maoshan rubbed his hands. He couldn't sleep last night because of this matter. When he woke up in the morning, he had a toothache and couldn't eat. He didn't expect that Gu Changfeng would solve it. He felt that this young man was very courageous and decisive in doing things. I am much stronger.

“Okay, I will transfer thirty strong laborers from the factory when I get back. We don’t need to provide food in the village. We will cook it ourselves.”

Gu Changfeng said in a deep voice, the people in the village didn't have enough to eat and didn't want to bother them.

 “This? Let’s eat it in the village!”

Zheng Maoshan said bravely, after all, there are thirty people, not three people. Every family in the village has not enough to eat. I am afraid there is no hope of sharing the food this year. Who will be sent to eat?

"Don't worry about it. The village doesn't have to deal with this matter. We'd better ask Captain Zheng to send someone! Get to work as soon as possible."

 Gu Changfeng waved his hand and stopped discussing this topic. There was no unnecessary expression on his cold face. What he decided would not change.

 “Okay! I’ll arrange the arrangements right away.”

Zheng Maoshan felt a little uncomfortable. He felt like Gu Changfeng’s subordinate and had to listen to him in everything.

 But if you don’t listen to him, you really can’t solve anything.

 “Please ask Zheng Chengbao to come over.”

 When Zheng Maoshan was about to leave. Gu Changfeng suddenly called him to stop. The official business was done, and the rest should be done privately.

"good."

Zheng Maoshan hesitated for a moment, wondering what Gu Changfeng wanted to do with Zheng Chengbao? But he didn’t ask too many questions, so he agreed to leave.

Gu Changfeng pushed the bicycle, and his deep eyes naturally fell on that thin body. Today, she wore two braids, her face was rosy, and a green scarf was wrapped around her neck, giving people a green leaf look. The feeling of lining with red flowers.

She did not look at herself anymore, lowered her head and followed the team forward.

 Gu Changfeng remembered that Zheng Chengbao and Gao Guilan mentioned her illness again?

 Looking like a very healthy girl, what disease is she suffering from? My aunt is in the county hospital. Would he like to help her?

 “Changfeng?”

Zheng Chengbao ran over with a hoe. When he saw Gu Changfeng from a distance, he shouted happily. His loud voice was ear-splitting.

“Chengbao, these newspapers are brought to your home, and three kilograms of white flour are also brought to you.”

Gu Changfeng asked Qin Liang to take down the things and give them to Zheng Chengbao.

 “Why did you give me this?”

Zheng Chengbao looked at him in confusion and did not accept the newspaper or noodles handed over by Qin Liang.

“White flour is for you to make paste, and newspaper is for you to paste the wall.”

Gu Changfeng gave a simple explanation. He didn't have time to explain in detail, so he was ready to ride away.

 “Huh? Put up a wall?”

Zheng Chengbao was holding two thick stacks of newspapers, still a little unresponsive.

“The house still has a mud wall, and these newspapers are not required by the work unit, so I brought them to you.”

Gu Changfeng stepped on the bicycle and put his long legs on the ground, and said something casually.

“I’ll take the newspaper and take away the white flour.”

Zheng Chengbao understood this time, but he refused to ask for white flour. How could such a precious thing be used to build a wall? Wasted, right?

 (End of this chapter)