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Chapter 31 The Sword in the Hand of a Loving Father

It was Wang Defu who notified the village committee members of the meeting.

Originally, there were only four committee members and two villager representatives who needed to be notified, so the notification was quickly received.

After receiving the notice to convene the village committee meeting, several other village committee members in the village had different reactions.

Women's Director Liu Guifang is in her forties. Not only is she a bit strong and has a cheerful personality, but she also has a very delicate mind, which is a bit thick and thin.

At this time, she was sewing a red bellyband for her little grandson. After receiving a call from Wang Defu, her husband Liu Dazhu saw the suspicious expression on his wife's face and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Something big happened in the village."

Is it done?”

"Is there anything wrong? Wang Defu just informed that the village committee and committee will be held tomorrow. They haven't held a meeting for more than half a year, so why is there suddenly a meeting?" Liu Guifen said.

"The village 'two committees' meeting? Are we going to elect village cadres? Do you think I can have a chance?" Liu Dazhu asked whimsically.

"What good things are you thinking about? You haven't even graduated from junior high school. You said you want to study some documents issued by the city on the construction of new rural areas." Liu Guifen glanced at her husband angrily.

"For the construction of new rural areas, has the city issued any subsidies again? Has Wu Wangtian smelled something again?" Liu Dazhu said.

"Who knows, let's take a look tomorrow." After Liu Guifen finished speaking, she picked up the red bellyband and sewed it carefully.

"Hey, since the old village chief left, the life of our Liu family has become more and more difficult. Wu Wangtian always prefers their surname Wu." Liu Dazhu complained, picking up the pipe pot and stuffing shredded tobacco into it.

"Smoke, smoke, my son will be back with his wife and grandson the day after tomorrow. You should clean up the house quickly. Women in the city love to be clean. The last time they came to our house, they disliked the smell of dry smoke in the house." Liu Guifen said angrily.

"Hey, hey, I'm going out to smoke. I just bought four bottles of toilet water. I'll sprinkle it inside and out early the day after tomorrow to make sure there's no smell in the house." Liu Dazhu hurriedly walked out with the cigarette bag in his arms.

"Why should you marry a city man? Why not find a girl from the countryside who can endure hardships and take care of your parents-in-law." Liu Dazhu couldn't help but shake his head.

My son married a girl from the city. Every time his daughter-in-law comes back, she acts like a young lady. Something is wrong, nothing is right.

The old couple followed behind for a while to tidy up, but they were still disliked, just like the long-term workers of a landlord and a wealthy family.

In the study room in the backyard of Liu Changfa's house.

Liu Renyu stood behind the desk, holding a brush and writing the word "Yong" one stroke at a time. The large white paper was almost full.

Liu Changfa stood beside his son, frowning, "Have you remembered these eight ways of writing Yong characters? Why do the characters become uglier as they are written?"

"How many times have I told you, the point is to the side, the side edge is steep, the strokes are spread out, the momentum is sufficient to close the front; the horizontal direction is to tighten, the paper is dropped against the front, go slowly and return quickly, do not follow the front, and the straight line is to push forward.

, it should not be too straight, as too straight will make you stiff and weak, but it must be straight to see the curve; the hook is a crotch, and the pen is lifted at the front, so that the force is concentrated on the tip of the pen; the upright and horizontal is the side, and the stroke is the same as the straight stroke, and the strength is at the end of the stroke

; The long stroke is for raking, the stroke is the same as the straight stroke, the front edge is slightly fatter, and the force must be delivered; the short stroke is for pecking, and the stroke is left to the left, fast and sharp; the stroke of the stroke is for nip, the stroke is made lightly against the front, and the folded edge is spread out slowly.

, the key to holding back is to be subtle.”

While reciting the formula, Liu Changfa took the brush in his son's hand, dipped it in ink, and wrote a big word "Yong" on the white paper.

The handwriting is neat and the writing is powerful. It can be seen that it has been written for no less than thirty years.

Liu Renyu grimaced, "Dad, I've been writing all morning, and my arms are sore. Besides, who writes by hand these days? They're all typing on a computer."

"The character is like the person, and the handwriting is obvious. After you enter the official career in the future, this character will be your appearance and will be of great use. Practice it quickly." Liu Changfa explained patiently.

"Dad, I don't want to take the civil service exam or become an official." Liu Renyu's face was full of reluctance.

"Then what do you want to do?" Liu Changfa was already a little angry.

"I want to be a cartoonist, but you don't know that animation is an exciting industry..." Liu Renyu said excitedly, seemingly not noticing that his father's hand had slowly reached to the feather duster beside him.

"Crack!" That was the sound made by the close contact between bamboo and skin, and of course it was also accompanied by Liu Renyu's howl like killing a pig.

"Dad, why are you beating me?" (What are you beating me for?)

Liu Renyu's body was suddenly hit hard by his old father, and he yelled while hiding. He couldn't help but speak in dialect.

"You are a traitor. You have learned all kinds of nonsense outside. Today I will implement the family law." Liu Changfa pointed at his son with a feather duster and cursed angrily.

"Dad, Li Anke also likes comics, why don't you tell him." Liu Renyu turned sideways to avoid his father's attack again, and defended unconvincingly.

"Li An was admitted as a civil servant and is still a cadre of the municipal party committee. Why don't you learn this? If you don't learn the good ones, you will learn the bad ones..."

Well, when educating their sons, all parents have exceptionally developed logical thinking and first-rate debating eloquence.

"This..." Liu Renyu was rendered speechless by the argument. Just as he was about to move to a position where it was easier to avoid being beaten, he heard the ringtone of his father's cell phone.

"Dad, phone, phone." Liu Ren pointed at the mobile phone on the table and said loudly.

At this moment he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Humph!" Liu Changfa put down the feather duster in his hand and answered the phone.

The call didn't last long and ended in less than half a minute. Liu Changfa seemed to be tired from playing just now and found a chair to sit down.

His fingers kept tapping on the desk, making a rhythmic clicking sound.

"If you can get that old fox Wu Wangtian to agree to a meeting, this Li An is really quite capable."

Although Wang Defu informed him, Liu Changfa knew that Li An was leading the matter.

At this moment, he was thinking about Li An's promise yesterday and whether he should fully support the young man.

"Renyu, come here, let me ask you something." Liu Changfa called Liu Renyu, who was standing in the corner with a sad look on his face, to his side.

"Dad, what the hell..."

"Speaking Mandarin, do you want to be a villager all your life?" Liu Changfa scolded again.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Liu Renyu immediately switched to Mandarin level one and second level.

In order to make his son a city dweller, Liu Changfa sent him to study in the county since he was a child. He also enrolled him in a host training class just to train his Mandarin pronunciation.

Don't be like them, even speaking Mandarin with a strong accent.

"You and Li An are schoolmates. How much do you know about his previous school affairs." Liu Changfa still wanted to know more.

"You're talking about the senior, he used to be a popular figure in school, and the comic club he founded is famous in the circles of provincial universities..." Liu Renyu started to get excited again.

"I didn't ask you this, I asked him about other things about him, such as his study status, how he behaves, and his personality." The veins on Liu Changfa's forehead began to jump again.

"Well, Li An was the vice president of the student union before. He was also an outstanding student and a member of the Communist Party. I heard that our vice president admired him very much and wanted him to stay in school." Liu Renyu talked about Li An's college experience as a treasure.

Very familiar.

"It seems that Li An is indeed outstanding. Coupled with his father's relationship, his future career will definitely be good. If we establish a good relationship with him now, Renyu's future will be much easier." Liu Changfa already had this in mind at this moment.

decision.

"Eh, no, how do you know this Li An so well?" Liu Changfa thought about it and was a little curious. His son is not the kind of person who likes to inquire about other people's gossip.

"That's not to join the comic club. Of course, you have to do a good job of research." Liu Renyu said it smoothly.

"If you dare to mention the word "comic" again in the future, I won't break your legs." When Liu Changfa heard the word "comic", he became angry again and picked up the feather duster to chase the traitor.

"Dad, I was wrong."

"speak Mandarin!"

"Dad, I was wrong, I never dare to do it again."

...

If Ang Lee saw this scene of father's "kindness" and son's filial piety, he would definitely recite a poem:

The sword in the hand of a loving father,

The wanderer was struck;

Twelve swords in one second,
Chapter completed!
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