Chapter 976 Preparation for the [Small Farmer] Selection

Chapter 976 976. Preparing for the [Small Farmer] Selection

Early on Monday morning, Song Tan packed up and prepared to go to the city to participate in the [Small Farmer] selection.

Ulan also wanted to tidy her up decently, but she found that in addition to the large cotton-padded jackets on clearance, there were also old large cotton-padded jackets in the house.

The only one who is young and fashionable is the jacket that Song Tan wore when she went home at the end of February - bought at a special price of 79, and now it is old.

So in the end, I could only wear a jacket.

"Is it cold? You really don't want a cotton-padded jacket? Reporter Yu sent you a photo yesterday. Aren't the selections all done in the open air?"

Song Tan shook his head: "No, I'm not afraid of the cold."

Reiki nourished her body. When she was discharged from the hospital, she was no longer afraid of the cold. Now she is even stronger - three or four degrees below zero, wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and a three-in-one charge. If her palms weren't so warm every day, Ulan She had already been forced to wear autumn clothes.

It was winter, and he was following the simple agricultural route. Song Tan was too lazy to bother and just wrapped up his fluorescent green jacket - there were quite a lot of fluorescent colors in that special price model.

Ulan looked at it, but felt satisfied: "The color is really pretty, it makes your face look brighter."

There were also some self-proclaimed things that she didn't have the nerve to say out loud: her daughter is slender, tall and beautiful, and she looks good in a sack. This dress looks like a clothes rack, it's really pretty.

But Song Tan was puzzled and went to look in the mirror again - how could this fluorescent green make people's faces look brighter?

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Their family used to get up early. When Song Tan drove his pickup truck to the municipal building, it was around eight o'clock and the foggy weather had just begun to light up.

However, the migrant workers were already busy at the venue.

Those who laid out the red carpet, those who placed flower baskets, those who pulled the curtains, those who set up equipment... The leaders talked about small activities, but the people below were more or less tired from the whole event. She was walking around the venue, and suddenly she regretted wearing a jacket. .

Apart from anything else, they were taking things seriously, so my attitude was too disrespectful. So I had no choice but to sigh and roll up my sleeves, revealing my snow-white forearms in the winter:

"What's next?"

The man who was holding the notebook in charge looked up at her and saw that she didn't recognize her. He thought to himself that this was a newcomer from some unit, and he was not polite when using her -

"Find a few people to move the steel frames next to the scenes behind the scenes, otherwise they won't look good when taking photos later."

Song Tan took a look...it was probably a spare when setting up equipment, and then looked at the busy people in the venue, so he nodded: "Okay."

Then he turned around and strode over. Without saying a word, he picked up one and put it on his shoulder. He walked to the back of the stage without even stumbling.

By the time anyone noticed, she had already moved to the third one.

The person in charge’s hair stood on end: “Who told you to touch this?!”

While talking, he scolded: "Which unit are you from? Little girl, I don't know what to do. Is this a job you can do? Go, go, go put a flower basket next to it!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pick up the steel frame on Song Tan's shoulders, but the veins in both hands were broken, and the steel frame was only barely hanging in the air - it was so heavy!

After all, it is a square steel structure welded together!

Song Tan then took the steel frame over again and said easily: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

As he spoke, he moved forward gracefully, regardless of the round eyes of the person in charge behind him.

There are eight steel frames in total, and the person in charge is standing by, insisting on giving her a hand... Song Tanxin said that your face turned red when you worked hard, and I was embarrassed to throw the steel frame over my shoulder.

It's just a waste of time.

But fortunately, there are only a few of them, and it only takes a few trips back and forth. When she patted the gray mark on her shoulder, she didn't pat it away. After all, the steel frame was full of age marks. Just listen to the person in charge say:

"You just joined the company this year, right? Which company? It's so cold that you newbies are asked to do this job... Even the auxiliary traffic on the side of the road is better than this."

Song Tan couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not..."

Before he finished speaking, someone from the front shouted: "Come here, two people, and move these flower pots. Why are they so twisted!"

Come on! A large clay flowerpot, made of heavy yellow soil, with smooth and solid outer walls and a large diameter. A more solid-looking kumquat was planted on top. Everyone circled around it, vividly interpreting what it means to have a dog bite a hedgehog.

I couldn't move it or carry it, but a group of people put their hands on their hips and scolded me again.

Song Tan: ...I am ashamed to say that if it were not for our family, Party Secretary Xiaozhu would not have thought of ways to promote this selection.

She had no choice but to push through: "I'll do it, I'm very energetic."

She was much more low-key this time, instead of squatting down and picking up the heavy flowerpot to shock everyone. Instead, he asked for the exact location, grabbed the side of the flower pot with both hands and gently lifted it, stumbling along the way before pulling the flower pot over.

Just, wouldn't they know how to use this method to make it so heavy? Just rub it all the way. Is it the clay flower pot that will wear out first, or their floor tiles?

But now looking at Song Tan's silky and smooth pull, there are two men who are eager to try. At this moment, they also picked up the flower pot and lifted it up with force——

"Um!"

"Well!"

Awkward.

The two looked at each other and then looked at their respective flower pots. They had lifted them up, but the other girl just pulled them up and walked away, as if there was a universal wheel installed under the flower pots.

where are they?

Each of the men pulled a pot of flowers, plowing like an old cow, and it took a long time to rub out the distance of a floor tile.

This is too discouraging!

Just as I was struggling, I saw that there was already a commotion outside the venue, and then the host ran fast in a suit and high heels in the middle of winter: "Hurry up, the leader is here early! Are you ready?"

Then I saw a group of photographers walking and retreating with their cameras, and the camera was aimed at the "small farmer" judges who followed the leader.

The leader of Yuncheng is not young anymore. He has done a lot of livelihood projects in the past few years. Seeing that the venue is almost the same, he chatted with the people around him with a smile: "The work of agriculture, rural areas and farmers cannot be ignored. Our agricultural selection is new and creative, which is a good thing."

Their Yuncheng has no local advantages, the climate is ordinary, the geographical conditions are ordinary, there is no heavy industry, and it cannot develop real estate. There is no foundation to support tourism and cultural creation...

Now that villagers can earn money at home without working, leaders with some vision are always happy.

He turned his head and greeted several candidates with a friendly face: "I heard that this year there is an amazing entrepreneur who has been back to his hometown for only half a year, and his annual income has exceeded one million?"

Update 1. Ah, there is another reward... Thank you.

There is a plot that everyone has forgotten that was originally set, but it is difficult to write it again due to emergencies. I will think about how to adjust it.