C7 Fruit Wine

The more Liu Zhenhua heard, the more confused he got, but he didn't think of going anywhere else. He just thought that Song Lifang had high expectations and felt that his handwriting wasn't good enough.

"Okay, I'll practice when I'm free. " Usually, Liu Zhenhua would practice calligraphy when he was free to pass the time. "Oh right, Lifang, I wish you and Zhifeng well. "

"Brother Zhenhua, what do you mean by that?" Song Lifang's face immediately changed. She was not as red as before.

Liu Zhenhua saw that Song Lifang was angry and thought that she was thin-skinned. She did not want others to know about her relationship with Niu Zhifeng so early on. He hurriedly said: "Hehe, it's nothing. I was just joking. Huh? You picked the fruit? "

Song Lifang stood up and nodded. "Yes, I went to the hillside yesterday and picked a lot of fruits to make wine. You used to like to eat, so I brought some for you. "

"Making wine with the fruits?" Liu Zhenhua asked curiously.

"The fruit wine can cure rheumatism and pain. My dad's leg is suffering from rheumatism, so I used the fruit wine to make wine for him. He drank for a while, and the rheumatism was alleviated quite a bit. Now he can walk with a crutch. " Song Lifang said with a smile.

Liu Zhenhua was even more shocked. "What? The fruit wine can relieve the pain of the rheumatism? Especially your dad's wet leg pain?"

When Liu Zhenhua came back, he had already asked Song Min about the condition of Song Min's leg.

He still wanted to trouble his university classmates to go to the provincial hospital and find a specialist to prescribe a prescription to see if it could relieve Song Min's leg pain.

He did not expect that Song Lifang's Blue Snow Fruit Wine would be able to treat Song Min's leg pain.

"Lifang, you aren't lying to me, are you? Is the fruit wine really that effective? " Liu Zhenhua looked at Song Lifang in disbelief.

"Brother Zhenhua, why would I lie to you? This is a secret recipe passed down in my mother's family, and it has been used for many years. Back then, it was given to my father as a dowry, and it was very precious. " When Song Lifang mentioned the word" dowry, "her face turned red again.

Liu Zhenhua hugged Song Lifang excitedly. "Lifang, you're so good. I suddenly thought of a second poverty alleviation plan. This plan is much better than my first one. "

Song Lifang was tightly hugged by Liu Zhenhua. She was completely stunned.

She wanted to struggle, but she seemed unwilling.

In the end, Song Lifang closed her eyes with a red face and didn't say anything.

"Awesome. " Liu Zhenhua, who was extremely excited, didn't realize that he had hugged Song Lifang just now. He took out his phone and ran out of the house to make a call.

"Hello, is it Old Gun?" Liu Zhenhua, who was outside, shouted excitedly.

Old Gun was Liu Zhenhua's dormitory mate. They usually had a very good relationship.

"Zhenhua, I heard that you went back to the village to be a village officer?" The other party laughed. "I told them it was impossible. How could you be so stupid? The unit you found is even better than mine. "

Liu Zhenhua said, "Old Spear, I'm in the countryside right now. I have urgent matters to attend to, so I won't talk to you about anything else first. Help me go to the provincial agricultural research institute and other institutions in the provincial capital to investigate a plant called the Sautéed Vermicelli. I want detailed information on it, especially its commercial value and medicinal value. "

"Sautéed Vermicelli? What is that?" Old Spear asked curiously.

"The phoenix tree is the name of our countryside. Help me check its name. I'll take a few pictures of the phoenix tree and send them to you later. Send them to me as soon as you find the information about the phoenix tree for me. " Liu Zhenhua didn't say anything else. He immediately hung up his phone and ran outside.

There were a lot of trees at the back of the mountain of the Fallen Mountain Village. If the tree really had a lot of commercial value, their Fallen Mountain Village would have a chance of getting out of poverty.

After being released by Liu Zhenhua for a long time, Song Lifang finally came back to her senses.

She did not know what Liu Zhenhua was going to do. Seeing that the fire on the stove was about to be extinguished, she hurriedly continued to cook.

When Liu Zhenhua returned home, Song Lifang was no longer there.

On the side of the stove, there was steaming hot rice and stir-fried shredded meat. It was lean meat. It was not the streaky pork brought by Niu Zhifeng last night. It was probably brought by Song Lifang.

Liu Zhenhua looked at all this and felt warm in his heart.

However, when he thought about how Song Lifang received the love letter copied by Niu Zhifeng, his heart immediately turned cold.

In the afternoon, Liu Zhenhua ran to the hillside again and took a small notebook. He wrote it down here and there.

In the evening, Liu Zhenhua returned home from the mountain.

"Oh, Zhenhua, why did you only come back now?" Niu Zhifeng leaned against the door of Liu Zhenhua's house, looking extremely anxious.

"What's wrong?" Liu Zhenhua had been busy in the mountains for the whole afternoon, and he had brought a lot of soil with him.

"A love letter. " Niu Zhifeng raised the half kilogram of pork belly in his hand.

Liu Zhenhua didn't know why, but he didn't want Niu Zhifeng to copy his love letter again. "Zhifeng, I'm very tired today. You should go back. "

"It's your business to be tired. I just want a love letter. If you give it to me, I'll leave. Don't tell me you don't want it?" Niu Zhifeng raised the pork belly again.

"No, you can leave. " Liu Zhenhua said angrily, "If you really like Lifang, you should write your own love letter. What's the point of copying other people's love letters? There's no love at all. "

Niu Zhifeng said angrily. "Liu Zhenhua, what are you so proud of? You're just a poor village director. I heard that you don't even get paid as village directors. What do you have to eat? "

Liu Zhenhua didn't want to talk to Niu Zhifeng, so he chased him away.

In the afternoon, Song Min called Liu Zhenhua and told him that he had already told Councilman Ma that Liu Zhenhua had just started to be the village director. The poverty alleviation work in the past had nothing to do with him. The town had agreed to give him his salary first.

However, if the job of poverty alleviation next year did not meet the standards, then he would also not receive his salary.

When Liu Zhenhua heard that he would receive his salary next month, the stone in his heart dropped.

This way, he could solve his food and clothing problem and spend more effort on the poverty alleviation work in the Fallen Mountain Village.

The next morning, Liu Zhenhua received a call from Song Min, asking him to go to the village office to handle the transfer procedure.

Originally, the transfer procedure should have been done yesterday, but because Liu Zhenhua had been on the mountain yesterday afternoon and had not returned, it was decided today.

Liu Zhenhua came to the village office and saw Song Min reluctantly sitting on the office chair of the village director. Beside him was a crutch.

"Uncle Song, how's your foot? Is it effective to drink the fruit wine?" Liu Zhenhua asked worriedly.

"Eh, you also know about my family's fruit wine?" Song Min said to Song Lifang, who was helping him tidy up his account books, "Lifang, did you tell Zhenhua? Kid, did you help outsiders? "

Song Lifang said coquettishly, "Dad, this Blue Feather Fruit Wine isn't anything valuable. What's the point of telling Brother Zhenhua about it? If Brother Zhenhua likes it, we can give him a few catties. "

"That's true, Zhenhua. The Blue Feather Fruit Wine of our family can make blood flow. If you drink a bit at night, you can get rid of fatigue. It's very good. " Song Min said to Liu Zhenhua.

"Ah, the Blue Snow Fruit Wine can also stimulate blood circulation?" Liu Zhenhua exclaimed in shock.

Song Min nodded and said: "Yeah, my legs are much more convenient to walk now. I'll go to the county hospital tomorrow for a check-up. I don't think there will be any major problems. "

"Uncle Song, if there is no problem with your body, you should be the village director. I will be your assistant. " Liu Zhenhua said sincerely.

Song Min shook his head. "I'm old. You should just charge in front and fight. If you need my help, I can help you. Yesterday's matter, if you didn't stop us, we might have made a big mistake. "

"Brother Zhenhua, you're really amazing. " Song Lifang looked at Liu Zhenhua with admiration.

Song Lifang also heard about what happened yesterday from Song Min. As expected of a university student, Liu Zhenhua was knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

Song Lifang placed a book in front of Liu Zhenhua and said, "Brother Zhenhua, take a look at the name list on the transfer office items and the village property registration. Check it. If there are no problems, sign on the signature column. And the key here is also here. "

Originally, these were handed over by Song Min, but his legs were not convenient, so Song Lifang helped him. Liu Zhenhua looked at the office items around him and smiled, "I still don't believe you?" With that, Liu Zhenhua signed his name on the notebook.

Liu Zhenhua's handwriting was very beautiful, elegant and vigorous.

When Song Lifang saw Liu Zhenhua's handwriting, she couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Brother Zhenhua, your handwriting is so beautiful?"

"Not really good. I've practiced it before. " Liu Zhenhua smiled.

Yesterday, Song Lifang said his handwriting was not good. Now that he heard Song Lifang's praise, of course he was happy.

Song Lifang suddenly took a piece of white paper from the table and said, "Brother Zhenhua, you still need to write a receipt for us, saying that you have already gotten these things. "

"Okay. " Liu Zhenhua did not suspect him and wrote on the paper that he had received the things that the village director, Song Min, had handed over.

Although Liu Zhenhua studied business management, he was good at writing. He quickly wrote down the receipt clearly.

Those words were still so beautiful, but Song Lifang's face turned pale when she saw them.

"Lifang, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Liu Zhenhua asked Song Lifang curiously.

Song Lifang did not say anything. She suddenly kept running outside. In an instant, she disappeared without a trace.

"This child is sometimes willful. " Song Min was also surprised, but he did not blame Song Lifang too much. Instead, he changed the topic. "Zhenhua, when you went up the mountain yesterday, did you think of a plan to help the poor?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "Uncle Song, I already thought of a plan, but I thought of a second plan yesterday. It might be better. "

"Oh, what's the second plan? Tell me. " Song Min became interested.

"Uncle Song, there are still some documents left. I am waiting for my classmates in the provincial capital to send the funds over. " Liu Zhenhua said in embarrassment.

Liu Zhenhua was also very anxious. It had been almost a day, but why did Old Spear not find any information about Feng Zhizi Tree?

Because no matter what Song Lifang and Aunt Ye said about the effects, they were all secret folk recipes, and the Poverty Altering Team might not believe it. If there was information about a certain organization, it might be easy to convince them.

"Okay, I'll wait for you. Today is the first day, and the day after tomorrow is the third day. Officer Qiu said he would come. " Song Min said, "I'm going to the county tomorrow. I don't know when I'll be back. I'll leave the Luoshan Village to you. "

"Uncle Song, I got it. " Liu Zhenhua said.

The main job of the village director was to help the poor. It was easy for him to go to the village committee or town for a meeting.