In the evening, snowflakes actually appeared in the sky.

Xia Jian had just returned from seeing Ouyang Hong. Because he had taken matters into his own hands, this incident had tarnished the town, and Ouyang Hong had also been implicated. In addition, Xia Jian had not disclosed the matter to Ouyang Hong in advance, so Ouyang Hong was

Xia Jian was very angry, and the two of them barely exchanged a word along the way.

Everyone was present in the village committee office. When something like this happened, everyone was anxious.

"Damn it, there must be someone behind this. How else could they know it so well? Don't let me know, otherwise I will break his dog legs." Chen Erniu had an angry look on his face. Hearing what happened today, he was still completely

It's up to him. If he hadn't led the villagers to negotiate with the Land and Resources Bureau, Ouyang Hong might not have been able to get the fine, and the newly built factory might have been demolished.

Xia Jian laughed twice and said: "Everyone, please go back! Zhao Hong and I will figure this out. If you stay, it won't have any effect. Besides, it may snow heavily."

"Let's go, let's go back and put the kang on the bed! Otherwise we'll get cold again at night," Zhao Hong also urged.

After everyone left, Xia Jian raised his head and asked: "How much money is left in the village's account? If these gaps are plugged, how much money will be left in short supply?"

Zhao Hong took the calculator, pressed it hard, and after a while said: "There are only more than 20,000 yuan left in the account. To pay fines to the Land and Resources Bureau and Water Conservancy Bureau, there is still a shortfall of more than 10,000 yuan. If we want to pay dividends to the villagers,

If we repay the loan interest for half a year, it will probably cost more than 300,000 yuan. The key is to build the factory. How can we start it without funds?"

When Xia Jian heard this, he felt a chill in his heart. As the saying goes, a penny cannot kill a hero. This is more than 300,000 yuan! Where can we do it? Today Ouyang Hong has already said it to death, because these projects are all

There is no report, and the previous loan has not been repaid, so it is almost impossible to get help from the government.

"The fines from the Water Conservancy Bureau and the Land and Resources Bureau only give us two days. Can I borrow this from someone?" Zhao Hong looked at Xia Jian and said softly.

At this moment, Song Fang walked in dressed in snowflakes. She put a paper bag in her hand on the table and said, "This is some of my money for packing. Let's lend it to the village for emergency first!"

It was like the sun was coming out from the west. Xia Jian looked at Song Fang in surprise. After a while, he said, "Thank you. I will pay you back as soon as Murakami has money. Oh, by the way! When you are free, I want

Read more books. The chicken factory will be put into operation after the Chinese New Year at the latest. This technical aspect is all up to you."

"Don't worry, Mr. Xia! I know this well," Song Fang said, smiled sweetly at Xia Jian, turned around and left.

Zhao Hong looked at Xia Jian, took the money sent by Song Fang in her hand, weighed it and said, "We, Mr.

"Including what Song Fang sent here, how much is left?" Xia Jian heard the sourness in Zhao Hong's words, but ignored her and asked around the topic.

Zhao Hong clicked on the calculator and said: "There is still about ten thousand left. If I sell some of my jewelry, it should be almost done. It's useless to just leave it anyway."

"No, I'll figure it out," Xia Jian said, grabbing the phone on the table.

"Hello, sister Na! I'm Xia Jian," Xia Jian said with a smile as soon as the call came through.

Li Na's seductive laughter came from the receiver, and she said with a smile: "Little handsome boy, you miss me so much. Why did you think of calling me after so many days? Is there such a beautiful girl as Sisi?"

Don’t you want a sister anymore? “This woman really doesn’t want anything. This will make others listen, and the relationship will be misunderstood.

Xia Jian glanced at Zhao Hong across from him with a little embarrassment. He covered the receiver tightly before saying, "I'm looking for you for something. I don't want my Yamaha anymore. You have a better chance. Please help me deal with the situation of this car."

You are very aware"

"Hey! You kid is crazy. Why do you want to sell such a good car? Are you short of money? If you are short of money, just tell me. I will help you find a solution!" Li Na asked eagerly on the phone.

Xia Jian was a little impatient. He said in a stiff tone: "Help or not, this car must be sold, or I can find someone else."

"Why are you so anxious, kid? I want this car, but it's agreed upon. I know the price. How much did it cost when you sold it? How much will I pay you back? Since you don't want to owe me a favor, I

I'm too lazy to owe you a favor, so give me an account number! "Li Na is a smart person, and she could tell on the phone that Xia Jian was in a hurry.

Xia Jian asked Zhao Hong for an account number and read it to Li Na several times on the phone. The money to pay the fine was enough, but Zhao Hong looked unhappy and cursed angrily: "Who are you?"

Ah? I said I would raise the money, but you sold the car you loved so much. Are you crazy? You forgot about the injuries you suffered because of this car."

"Oh! You are really a woman. Qin Qiong sells horses and Yang Zhi buys knives. Why can't I, Xia Jian, buy a car? When we arrive in the future, it won't be too late for us to drive a BMW." Although Xia Jian said this,

But he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He should still have 10,000 yuan at home, but Xia Jian doesn't want to ask for it from his family anymore. Although he earned all the money, he has to leave some for his parents. Don't worry about me! There is a saying among rural people that money should be left alone

The family is solid.

The wind roared so violently that people could hardly stand. The snowflakes in the sky were blown away by the wind and disappeared. Xia Jian put his hands in his pockets, facing the cold wind, and walked toward the newly built chicken factory.

Go.

The chicken factory is not far from the village, only ten minutes away. It didn't take long for Xia Jian to stand in the courtyard of the chicken factory. He held the drawings in his hand and looked at them back and forth.

He couldn't help but feel a little happy, this factory was built to his liking.

They were all modern designs, including automatic water supply, automatic egg collection, and automatic feeding of feed. Xia Jian was very excited when he saw it. But where were the chickens? Where was the money? When he thought of this, Xia Jian's heart dropped again.

Why is it so difficult to do something well? Xia Jian stood on the edge of the chicken factory, letting the cold wind blow against him. His heart was as cold as this day.

The sky gradually darkened, and Xia Jian had no intention of going back.

The wind subsided, but snowflakes started flying all over the sky. After a while, the ground turned completely white, and Xia Jian, standing in the snow, turned into a snowman.

He suddenly thought that this life is like this snow. It will be windy and snow heavily. If there is wind, it will not snow. He seemed to have realized something.

"What? If you don't want to live anymore, then you should find a remote place instead of dying here. Otherwise, who would dare to raise chickens here?" Zhao Hong suddenly appeared behind Xia Jian.

Zhao Hong was also dressed in snow-white. She patted the snow off Xia Jian's body with a little heartache and pulled him into the newly built door of the chicken factory.

There was silence everywhere, only the sound of rustling snow and the hoarse sound of water flowing from the Xichuan River not far away were heard. The night shrouded in darkness, and Zhao Hong couldn't help but lean on Xia Jian's body.

The softness of a woman's body aroused Xia Jian's primitive desire. The suppression these days has almost driven him crazy. He wants to vent, he wants to conquer, and he wants to possess.

Xia Jian fiercely hugged Zhao Hong into his arms, and started walking up and down with his hands restlessly.

"Don't be like this, Xia Jian, let's go back! The kang is already hot. You will stay at my house tonight," Zhao Hongjiao said, panting with silky breath.

At this time, Xia Jian didn't care what Zhao Hong was saying. There was a rough tearing, and in this silent night, a woman's charming gasp came.

On the warm fire bed, Xia Jian turned over tiredly. He hugged her, but he was empty. It seemed that Zhao Hong had already gotten up. What was this woman doing so early in this snowy day?

?Xia Jian thought to himself, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that the sun was shining through the crack in the door.

He felt that he didn't have much time to fall asleep, and the sun came out. He blamed himself for being too tossing. When he thought of this, Xia Jian burst into laughter, and hurriedly sat up and put on his clothes.

At this moment, Zhao Hong opened the door and walked in. She smiled and said, "Why don't you sleep a little longer? The people in the front yard have gone to visit relatives anyway. It doesn't matter when you go out."

"What are you doing? What's the point of sleeping alone?" Xia Jian said, with a wicked smile on his face.

Zhao Hong rolled her eyes at Xia Jian, pretending to be angry and said: "You are the only one with bad intentions. I have to go to the city to pay a fine to others. If I am late, I will not be able to catch the bus." After Zhao Hong finished speaking, he turned around, picked up the small bag on the table and left.

In other people's homes, what's the point of staying here by yourself? Xia Jian hurriedly got off the kang, tidied up, and then secretly left the courtyard. Fortunately, due to the heavy snow last night, many villagers were still here at this time.

Warming the kang.

But one thing he ignored was that he left a series of deep footprints as he walked.

Back home, my father Xia Zecheng was clearing away the snow in the yard. The snow had fallen too much last night, and a small mountain had piled up in the middle of the yard.

After not going home for a long time, Xia Jian picked up the broom without saying a word and was about to help his father with work. At this time, his mother, Sun Yuejuan, walked out of the hall, holding a bankbook in her hand.

"Here, this is all the money you have earned over the years. We don't use it much. We have saved it all for you. We have also heard about the village. If you can add a little bit, you will always be better off if you don't have anything." Sun Yuejuan said

Then he thrust the passbook into Xia Jian's hand.

A strong feeling of love came into his heart. Xia Jian's nose felt sour, and he turned around and ran away. As he ran, he said: "This money is for you, I don't need it."

In the village committee's office, Chen Erniu got a big stove from somewhere. The fire on the stove was burning brightly. Song Fang and Mo Yan were warming themselves up while listening to Chen Erniu chatting.

As soon as Song Fang saw Xia Jian, she put aside the fire and squeezed to Xia Jian's side. She lowered her voice and said, "Mr.
Chapter completed!