In the morning, the little widow Bilian followed Niu Xu and stared at the summer sun for dozens of miles, inspecting a total of large and small, almost ten workshops.

Throughout the process, in the face of those workers full of stinking sweat.

Niu Xu has always shown a rather amiable attitude; when they are busy, they will never go to the front.

It was only in the gap between their rest, which came forward to chat a few words, short at work and in the parents in life.

He followed himself closely, wearing what was said to be the latest OL dress, full of delicate makeup of the little widow, basically ignored, let him stand in the line.

Instead, the goods followed a group of dirty workers, smoking inferior tobacco and chatting loudly.

After looking at this scene in her eyes, Bilian did not have any other dissatisfaction in her heart; or, those dissatisfactions in her heart were repeated after countless similar situations.

I have long been used to such a scene, and even for Niu Xu to do this, there is still a little bit of admiration in my heart.

I admire the status of Niu Xu today, and the powerful forces that he has, and can actually do such a thing without a shelf and mingle with the common people.

She knows very well that Niu Xu has always had a lot of Mazu gods and hidden from her.

But only those situations she knew, and the psychological numbers, had already been cobbled together in her mind, a behemoth far beyond the anti-imperialist alliance.

In contrast, there has been no change in the anti-imperialist alliance in the past decade.

It is as if the large amount of material donated to the anti-imperialist alliance by Niu Xu did not happen at all in the time of each month.

Whether it’s the elders or the other high-levels.

Their universalization of the grass-roots members of the alliance is a sense of alienation brought about by the huge differences in status, and it is a little high.

Perhaps they feel that these little people do not deserve much attention at all.

Of course, as one of them, Bilian once felt the same way, only after a long time around Niu Xu, she faintly noticed a little:

How powerful are so many such little people when they join together...

The amiable and amiable cow leader, who had come to the last workshop he had visited in the morning, was finally angry; in the presence of the hundred workers, he was a scolding with a face-blame.

The poor person in charge, after being sprinkled with a wild spewing of water, did not even dare to put a hand on it.

The main reason is to see lunch.

The head of the workshop, he invited their great cow leader, and his demonic secretary to have lunch in their simple cafeteria.

At the time of the inspection, by the way, dealing with a meal in the workshop, this is no more ordinary thing for Niu Xu.

Even if you don’t eat for a few days, it doesn’t matter to him.

However, while eating together, and the grass-roots people more distance, but it has always been more important things.

So, this thing simply agreed to.

The problem is that the person in charge may have been transferred from other base areas for a short time, and there is not much to know about the temper and schoolwork of the great cattle leader.

He actually ordered the cook to carefully prepare a good meal for the cow leader.

Seeing the table with its unique and rich food, the cow leader broke up on the spot; the little widow, Bilian, believed that if she was not afraid to waste the rich food of this table.

Niu Xu will turn the whole table on the spot, and all the public will be turned over.

Finally, when the person in charge was about to be scolded and cried, Niu Xu stopped the pouring of the mouth.

In the following time, the goods took up the spoon with their own hands, and divided the good dishes from the table to a group of workers in the workshop; of course, as the female secretary of the petrie, Bilian was treated preferentially.

He was the only one who got two good spoons of food.

As for himself, he directly hit a pot of brown rice, sprinkled a spoon full of oily broth, groaning, hue and hue to eat and drink.

It is full of food because of the lily in high heels.

She worked hard to learn the posture of Niu Xu, crouched next to Niu Xu to start eating; but she did not know why, she felt that this meal, especially delicious...

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After eating a pot of brown rice, by the way, I poured half a basin of herbal tea.

Niu Xu even solved it, today's lunch food; the next time, in the face of the hot sun at noon, he took Bilian, in the surrounding villages around the village.

At the first glance, the village on Flying Fish Island is not fundamentally different from ten years ago.

On the outside, it looks like a tattered cottage; nothing more than a cleaner yard, and the number of cottages will be more than the number of other places.

But these are just the illusions of hiding their ears.

Without entering the door to look closely, Bilian can confirm that every hut, the rice tank is full of white rice, and the beams are hung with large pieces of dried meat and salted fish.

Even if you see in the corner, there are relatively rare cans and instant noodles in the outside world, which is not new.

Since the opening of the Flying Fish Island as a base, the villagers and fishermen here have never been hungry like rats falling into a rice tank.

Even after closing the door.

The food they eat and drink during the day, as well as the various daily necessities used, in other places, can not be an ordinary person can afford a boutique.

Seeing the arrival of the great bull leader, there was no panic in the village.

The adults greeted him warmly, and the little cubs ran forward, chasing the cow leader's ass behind, and shouting for sugar to eat.

Niu Xu was also showing a happy smile at the same time, by the way, pulled out a lot of candy.

In the next time, sitting under the trees in the village, Niu Xu chatted with the villagers again, which was like a modern position, the college student village officials he had seen...

By the time Niu Xu returned to the headquarters with the little widow, Bilian, it was already dark.

As usual, Niu Xu did not mean a little for dinner; but after saying hello to Beile, he returned to his room.

When the room was closed, Niu Xu lit a fish oil lamp in black.

Through the oil lamp, the bright light began to deal with the day of today's day, a thick stack of documents accumulated.

Perhaps for others of God’s religion, it is time to rest.

But their supreme leader, at this point in time, is only the beginning of the work!