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At night, Mo Huihui had already guessed that her father would let the two of them live at home.

So I had already cleaned up the room early and lit mosquito coils in the room.

Mo Xiaomi helped her mother cook chicken soup and cook.

Mo Xiangshan even called Mo Dayong over and drank with the two of them, and talked about the situation in Lihua Bay.

Qin Zhengming and Wang Photography is satisfied.

After breakfast the next day, Mo Xiangshan asked Mo Dayong to drive a ox cart to send Qin Zhengming, and Wang Photography returned to the county town with free dry food.

Mo Xiangshan happily squatted in the corner of the wall to bask in the sun and smoked dry tobacco.

Mo Huihui asked while holding the needle and thread basket, "Dad, is it really good for those people to come and shoot TV series?"

"Why isn't it good?" Mo Xiangshan smiled, "There are so many benefits. I think you, you are not as smart as our Xiaomi at such an old age! Xiaomi's smartness is my best!"

"Haha!" Mo Huihui covered her mouth and smiled, "That girl Xiaomi, who is good at talking, isn't it just yours!"

"That's right, that's it." Mo Xiangshan said proudly, "Xiaomi's eyes are poisonous, and you can tell that she is a big director. Okay, I'll go to the village party secretary's house to sit and talk about this matter with him."

"I think you are just too idle." Mo Huihui shook her head and laughed, but such a father reminded her of the lush father she used to be, who was busy all day long and very energetic.

Mo Xiangshan took his hands behind his back and sucked the tobacco pipe and went to the village party secretary's home.

The village party secretary, Mo Xiangqian, now in his forties, is also Mo Xiangshan's distant nephew.

If Mo Xiangqian can be the position of village party secretary, is it still Mo Xiangshan recommended it.

Sometimes when something happens in the village, Mo Xiangshan can't handle it well and he has to come and ask Mo Xiangshan for advice.

Mo Xiangqian was weaving bamboo baskets. When he saw Mo Xiangshan coming, he smiled and said, "Uncle, why are you free to come?"

"Haha, I'm here to find you today, there's something going on." Mo Xiangshan smiled, "Our village may come to shoot TV series in a few days, then...

Mo Xiangshan said what he said to Qin Zhengming before and then to Mo Xiangqian.

Mo Xiangqian was overjoyed and said, "Uncle, if this matter is done well, everyone can earn more."

"Yes." Mo Xiangshan smiled, and then lowered his voice, "Increasing income is one aspect, and there are more important benefits. It's fine if others can't see it, but you, the village party secretary, can't think of it, that's wrong."

"Ah?" Mo Xiangqian was surprised and thought for a while, "Uncle, I really can't think of any other benefits besides making money. After all, knowing those actors can't bring us benefits."

Mo Xiangshan knocked off the ashes from the dry tobacco pipes and said earnestly: "Let's move forward, let's look at the problem, we can't just look at the surface. I heard that the TV series to be filmed is called "Pear Blossom Song", which is a TV series to be played on Central Station One. As the filming location, our Lihua Bay will inevitably attract the attention of the outside world. Our village is not open to roads, and we can only use ox carts, bicycles, and cars to enter and exit. Several leaders said that the road was built, but they have not been repaired and kept saying that they had no money. Is it because our mountain roads are only more than 20 miles away, so how much money can we spend? We haven't built them for so many years, it's because our villages are not famous, and the county has never forgotten it!"

Mo Xiangshan is a man of a mature spirit and has long seen it thoroughly.
Chapter completed!