"You go back. Li Dong must persist in his creation and cannot let down Webmaster Zhang's expectations."

"Don't worry, Secretary Liang, I will definitely create it well." The main thing is that money is coming quickly, Li Dongxin said, I don't know what happened to those two poems.

With the support of the commune, the road construction matter was put on the agenda as soon as possible. The roofs of several bachelors and families were repaired in the next few days. Everyone began to prepare for road construction, and Li Dong, the leader, will definitely take the lead.

The next day after the roof was repaired, Li Dong brought Han Weiguo and a few others to Hewanzi to dig mud and sand and stones. "It's quite cold, I have to cook some ginger soup later."

"Dingling."

"Hey, who is the guest here?"

“Several bikes.”

Everyone stretched their heads, and there were three or four bicycles at the intersection in the distance. Li Dong muttered, "What's the matter, I can't see you."

After a while, a few little kids shouted and led people over.

"Uncle, uncle, I'm looking for you."

Erfeizi shouted loudly. "Uncle Li Dong."

"Look for mine?"

When Li Dong saw that there were still acquaintances. "High Webmaster?"

"Comrade Li Dong, are you?"

Li Dong was barefoot covered in mud, and his hands and body were not clean. "I'm digging sand, why are you here, Webmaster Gao?"

"This is Comrade Li Dong."

The person who spoke was a tall and strong middle-aged man wearing military uniform. Li Dong was stunned. This person was.

"Comrade Li Dong, let me introduce you to you. This is the website manager Zhang Yongjun and Zhang of our Cultural Station." When Gao Zhenxing introduced, Li Dong looked surprised. What's wrong, the website manager of the Cultural Station has come.

"Webmaster Zhang, sorry, look at my outfit."

"Hahaha, this is the style of our peasant writers."

Zhang Yongjun grabbed Li Dong's hand. "This is called stepping on the mud and smelling from his mouth."

"What you said is so good, I am not as good as a writer."

Li Dongxin said, if you want to write an article, you must go to the newspaper.

"Comrade Li Dong, our webmaster Zhang is an old writer of people's literature."

"Really, Webmaster Zhang, you have to teach me this junior."

After a while of chatting here, Han Fu ran over and the webmaster of the Cultural Station came to the village. This is a big deal.

"Li Dong, wash it quickly, what's going on?"

"It's time to wash, don't freeze."

"That webmaster, you wait a little later, I'll go wash my feet."

Li Dong washed his feet and put on his shoes, greeted Zhang Yongjun, and Gao Zhenxing and his group went home to sit. As soon as he arrived at the door, Li Dong was a little stunned.

Zong Hongbing, this is a coincidence, and he came here no matter how he did.

"Li Dong, I'm sending you a remittance form."

"Hey, high webmaster?"

Zong Hongbing was surprised that some people were better, including his acquaintance Gao Zhenxing.

"Comrade Hongbing, what remittance bill should I send to Comrade Li Dong?"

Gao Zhenxing thought to himself, what's the matter, the money for the special issue has arrived.
Chapter completed!