C98 His Head Was Not Burnt

"The traditional public interest persists to write big words for the people's enthusiasm. The scarcity of resources arouses the wish of a skilled craftsman. " - - - A cursive poem.

Tan Ming, who had lost his soul, could not guess whether the girl was happy or angry. Her lips were burned by Tangyuans, and the tip of her tongue was burned. However, Stranglethorn Green had eaten too much Yuanxiao. He had used up too much calories on the treadmill at home!

"Qingqing, did you see the notice at the gate?" Grandma Xia instructed the housekeepers to pack more handmade Yuanxiao for Big Bear and Little Bear to bring home for breakfast tomorrow. She then went to the treadmill and asked Stranglethorn Green, who was sweating profusely.

"What notice?" Ever since Thorned Grass became sensible, he had been too lazy to look at the black newspaper that only middle-aged and elderly people would pay attention to.

"Oh, Brother Qing. I saw it. " Big Bear, who came from the north, liked the Yuanxiao in the south. It was sweet and salty, and it comforted him that he had been tormented by the hardships of the new city. As such, when he was happy today, he took a few more glances at the black tabloids that Uncle Wen had released.

"Mm - - why did you go and see that? What did you see again?" Xia Jiqing had a feeling. Although the big, honest bear was only 25 or 26 years old, it lived as if its age was doubled!

"New City Street says that this year's March 5th - - is the day we learn from Lei Feng, and that we are going to hold the Eastern River New City's first charity event at Lucky Street. Everyone is welcome to participate. "

"This is a traditional event in the community, but in the East River New City. . . This is a traditional project in the community. However, in the East River New City, what kind of charity can we young people do. . . " Xia Jiageng had also participated in Lei Feng's activities. But now, after thinking hard, he thought again and again. Half of the residents were elderly people who did not like computers. He and the Xiong brothers did not seem to be able to do anything. Thus, he turned around to look at Grandma Xia. "How about. . . Why don't we donate to the difficult residents?"

"Silly boy, think of something more practical. The Blackboard News has invited a 'skilled craftsman'. As long as the service is provided, there's no need to pay!" Grandma Xia wanted to give him a towel. But looking at the treadmill that was moving at a decent speed, she was worried that it would distract her grandnephew and cause him to slip. "They said that they welcome residents to serve themselves, so we can all serve them. We can also be the targets of service! "

"Hey, what kind of event definition is this?" Stranglethorn almost tripped on the treadmill. He quickly grabbed the pole and steadied his steps, "Then what kind of event can I sign up for now?"

"Well, it says on the small blackboard that you can grind scissors, cut clothes, repair slippers, repair umbrellas, repair bicycle, repair household appliances, measure blood pressure, measure weight, measure hair for free. Hmm. . . There seems to be letters written for me. " It wasn't easy for Big Bear to remember so much.

" Uh, uh. . . "As Summer Thorned Green listened to these events, he kept frowning. Unknowingly, he ran off and stopped breathing. He kept hiccuping. "These, uh, are too OT! Uh, other than writing letters for us, the three of us won't do anything. The words we write are all ugly! Uh. . . "

The housekeepers didn't have enough money for the Lantern Festival, but Grandma Xia was urging them to pour water for Xia Thorn to stop his burps. They felt that after moving into the villa and living with the young people, they were really stressed out. It was far less relaxing and comfortable than living with Grandma Xia in the Mobile Community.

Not only Qian Jianfeng, Ge Yingjuan, Jia Hui, and the other leaders of the neighborhood committee, but even the usually optimistic and "thick-skinned" Xianxia Sunflower felt suddenly troubled and irritated!

He had originally thought of rushing to avoid the peak of the fifth-month residential area before the opening of the commercial centralized in April and avoiding the gathering of residents in the fifth-month residential area. For the residents of the new city who had been worrying about the lack of service resources around them for a long period of time, they earnestly and realistically held a Thunder Edge event to let the residents try to "serve themselves" with joy and fulfillment. Who would have thought that the residents of the new city, who were used to complaining, waiting, and watching, would "bide their time" on the public service announcements on the blackboard of the various residential areas.

Duan Sunflower had specially run into the new city in the East River early in the morning and entered the various sectors to "pay attention" to them. They only saw the residents stop slightly in front of the small blackboard that sent out the news, then leave without making a sound. He then asked the neighborhood committee: Did any residents voluntarily sign up for the project, except for Qian Jianfeng and Ge Yingjuan, who were in charge of the two districts. There were two retired doctors and nurses who were willing to bring their own blood pressure devices to take part in the project, but there was no news of any other project.

"Mr. Cheng, are we going to cut down a few of these public welfare projects?"

In the current four districts, only Ya Er Garden's main door was directly facing Lucky Street. There was another open space close to the road. The public service activity area that was designated by Xianxia Sunflower was there. He also handed the task of arranging tables and chairs to Chen Xiao Li, the person in charge of the neighborhood committee. However, Chen Xiao Li heard that there were almost no volunteers registering. He was worried that the long battle array that he had set up would be mostly empty, and it would instead leave a bad impression on the residents. Therefore, he suggested.

"Project. . . Cannot be reduced!" Sunflower Sheng pondered.

He clearly remembered that the heads of the neighborhood committee had mentioned. . . In the past half a year, he had seen enthusiastic residents helping their neighbors on the same floor. Some had repaired umbrellas, some had repaired cars, and some had lit whetstones. And just before the New Year, In the "house change" that the urban management team members and the police chief Gu had advised against, there were not only appliances and small appliances that were hung on the windows. There were also appliances and appliances that were opened on broken walls. . . How could these resources be brought about?

"Sir, the house change in our district has been advised not to open it, don't even think about it!" Qian Jianfeng came to look for Chen Xiao Li. When he heard what he thought, he immediately went back. "In order to persuade No. 8 No. 101 not to open the door, he built the broken wall and opened the door. That owner almost smashed me with a brick!"

This retired soldier thought that he had kindly bought a brick from his own pocket and delivered it to his doorstep. As long as the family was willing to seal the door, he could bring the community workers to help him. However, he was chased by the male owner of half the neighborhood with a brick. He was so sad that he panicked! He even thought - he didn't know that he had been wronged. Would the "caterpillar" in the "New City Night Talk" be willing to help him speak? He could be considered a part of the New City, and he had the right to speak up for the civilization of the community. Wasn't that right? How typical of a case would such a troublesome matter be?

When he thought of Xiao Bu's exaggerated report that day, he also had a headache. But he couldn't boast about the retreat number. "It's a bit hard to deal with. . . But. . . Even if they use bricks to blow me out, they can still move me with sincerity. . . If not for that. . . Triumph Triumph Triumph? " He glanced at Qian Jianfeng guiltily. He did not know if this black-faced man would be forced into a corner. Using a brick to chase him away?

Qian Jianfeng, on the other hand, was provoked by him. "Alright, I'll follow you because of your persistence as a resident. You're not afraid of being put in a difficult position, so there's no need for me to be calculative. Other than Household Number 8 and 101, the other 'skilled craftsmen' may not be impossible! "

" There's no need for one family to go. How about this, I'll hold a tea party at the time of tomorrow afternoon in the city. Help me invite the 'skilled craftsmen and craftsmen' that you see daily. We'll chat with them about our daily life. " Okay.

Hu Yangxin took the bus for half an hour and wandered around in the supermarket near the river. She looked at the barrels of food oil, which were extremely troublesome for household expenses and family matters.

Because of his cousin's marriage, Elder Hu was tired from the New Year and was hospitalized during the New Year. Aunt Hu said that she was old and young and could not take care of her by herself. She called her over every two or three days to help. She often asked her to buy vegetables, rice, oil, and salt.

Hu Yangxin had gone to the supermarket four or five times in a row, but she did not save a single cent for Xinzi. Instead, after the couple went back to Dongjiang, the remaining living expenses were almost spent. She was too embarrassed to ask Aunt Hu for a share. At this time, she could only hang around in front of a barrel of oil in the supermarket. She was in a dilemma!

Hu Yangxin's money was only enough to buy the relatively cheap mixed oil, but the picky Aunt Hu had long disliked this kind of oil not caring enough for the old man's health. The oil that pointed out the goods and hoped to bring back for her was olive oil. That way, two small bottles would cost over a hundred yuan. It was beyond Hu Yangxin's endurance. It was heavier than the tiredness of running and running, which weighed heavily on her heart. It really made this retired woman from the frontier who had returned to the city feel a little overwhelmed.

"Little Si. . . Look, uncle is getting old. . . He needs some good nutrition. He has been working hard on the transfer of accounts for us, as well as uncle and the others. Mom didn't bring enough money this time. Can you think of a way to use your credit card to help me get some money?" Hu Yangxin picked up the box of olive oil. She looked left and right, and her hand was so sweaty that it almost wet the packaging. She could only use a slightly trembling voice to call her daughter.

. . . "Mom, I still have over 200 yuan from my part-time job before the New Year. I'll transfer it to you first. " Xinzi was holding a newspaper in her hand. When she heard her mother's words, she could only slowly flip and suppress the information on the training page.

On the newspaper, the learning fees of the various training institutions were as high as 89,000 or even 10,000. Even if this was not included, in half a year's time, they had to frequently travel to the Southeast River and the north bank. Coupled with the transportation fees and dining outside, how much money would be needed to support them? If that was the case, he might as well save some money to make his mother happy and relax.