Chapter 1027

Lao Dao is driving at a very slow speed, but his palms are all sweaty;

from time to time, Lao Dao will take a special look at the boss sitting in the co pilot's position. Fortunately, the boss doesn't seem to be angry.

In fact, in normal times, the people in the library don't communicate with the outside much.

The boss and Yingying don't have to say it. Lao Zhang has been busy with his work. In addition to calling "what a coincidence" when he rubs his meal, he also goes straight after eating.

Lao Xu occasionally goes to the market to buy vegetables, and basically stays in the shop to have a beauty or to ponder over his own array.

So, in the book house, people will really communicate with their neighbors for social activities, that is, the old way.

In general, the streets, districts, local police stations and other organizations are old-fashioned when they hold learning meetings on "creating civilization and health", "fire safety matters", "tax glory", etc.

In his communication with the environmental protection brothers and sisters, he described himself as an old father who was not easy, but also an old father of a son.

Half a life wandering, a little money, but the son is not ambitious;

the son is eccentric, like to study Yin and Yang knowledge, he can't help, can only drag this old son bone to accompany his son, in case the son lives alone, he will go to the local government for sightseeing and tourism one day if he is in a bad mood.

The Taoist priest took a long breath. When he got to the place, the most important thing was that the boss didn't ask himself about the "son".

Xingren town is the junction of Chongchuan District and Tongzhou District of Tongcheng after the viaduct of Jianghai Avenue. Keep going. After passing the town, you can get to the village soon.

The old Taoist clearly asked the address of others in advance. After taking a few turns, he arrived at luhuagang village under Xingren town.

Here are basically two or even three story buildings built by ourselves. To be honest, if this kind of house was not built earlier, people's aesthetic level was not as high as it is now, we need to modify it a little to make a villa.

In addition, when there is a fish pond behind the field, the comfort of living directly kills the so-called row or flat floor.

The car directly stopped in the yard at the door of the other side's house. The sanitation worker's uniform on the other side's old father hasn't been taken off yet, so he rushed to meet him.

He should be the father of the accident son. Let's call him old grandson. A rough old man, who is honest and honest, offered his cigarettes politely.

"Where is your son, old grandson?"

I've invited the boss here now, but I can be very angry in front of my old friend.

"I've been lying in the room upstairs for a few days, but I don't eat much rice, alas!"

The old grandson frowned as soon as he said it. His son is not married yet. If something goes wrong, how can he and his wife live.

"What are you talking about here? Take us up to have a look. Don't worry. I'll guarantee you right here. No matter whether you are sick or dirty, my son..."

Lao Dao said that he wanted to pat Zhou Ze on the shoulder. Fortunately, in a moment, he woke up and immediately said, "my ears are tickling."

In fact, I'm not exaggerating. I'm really out of shape. My boss, who was a doctor, can also look at it. If there's anything else dirty, don't panic!

People who have been killed by the king of hell still care about your little devil's jumping?

"Yes, yes, please. Here, please."

Head Sun led Zhou Ze and Lao Dao upstairs. Zhou Ze was at the back. In fact, there was a very important reason why Zhou Ze finally agreed to follow Lao Dao.

Just as Lao Zhang is the political correctness of the study, Lao Dao is another benchmark.

In the past, I just thought that Lao Dao was a thunder weapon. It's nicknamed "not thunder". It's not comfortable.

Up to now, Zhou Ze thinks that there is a kind of luck in Lao Dao. If you can't be killed by him, you can turn him into a trigger of chance and treasure.

Things in the outside world are like a spider's web, but the old way can always give you the thread you need.

Just as he was thinking about how to increase the output, the Taoist priest could bump into the fairy slave who ran down and hid in the mortal world.

When the balcony on the second floor passed by, old sun pushed open the door, and the old man followed him in. Zhou zegang stepped in and stepped back. He frowned: "what's burning in the room? It's so annoying?"

Lao Dao is stunned for a moment. What is it?

The old grandson was shocked for a while, and then he screamed. The whole person was very excited. He knelt down to Zhou Ze and shouted:

"master, master, please help my son, help my son!!!"

If the old way didn't see the situation right, and stopped him, he would kowtow directly to Zhou Ze.

"You get up, you get up, what can't we talk about? What are you doing like this? When we all come, we must help. Otherwise, what are we doing here?"The old grandson was so excited that he cried, as if he had seen the Savior, pointing to Zhou Ze and crying to the old Taoist: "brother Lu, your son, your son is not a dry eater, or a neurotic brain problem!"!

He's really capable. He's really capable. Your son is a superior man! "

“…………” Lao Dao.

Mom sells it!

I asked the boss to help you with my face,

you old vegetable Gang want to kill me!

"Master, master, please, please help my son, please help my son, please..."

Zhou Ze ignores the excitement of old sun tou directly.

in his sight,

the house is really a mess,

it's like someone burning something in it,

but then,

Zhou Ze realizes that these things can only be seen by himself, but ordinary people can't see them, but since it's this situation, it's obvious that old sun tou's son is not What kind of physical illness.

"Get out of the way."

Zhou Ze waved.

However, old sun tou seemed to have not heard him. He broke away from the shackles of the Taoist priest with tears and snivels. He wanted to catch Zhou Ze and cry.

Boss Zhou took a step back and ran to him immediately. He fell down and threw his over excited grandson to the ground. He knew the boss's own cleanliness. If you put your nose and tears on the boss,

God,

it's terrible!

"Get out of the way."

"Well done, grandson, be obedient, be obedient."

Lao sun finally calmed down and nodded at once. Lao Dao just let him go.

Then,

Lao Dao and Lao Suntou stood outside the door.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and drew out the dirty Qi from his fingertips. Later, he entered the room.

"It's over. Go in."

Lao Dao patted old sun on the shoulder.

Zhou Ze went to the bedside. There was a mosquito net hanging on the bed. A young man was lying on it, his face was waxy yellow.

Zhou Ze didn't waste too much time on this man. Instead, he began to look around. In fact, it's not difficult for Zhou Ze to solve such problems.

After all, there is tie Hanhan and half face personality. If they can still be controlled by the boy in the sun like this, the boss of that week can really take tie Hanhan to find a piece of tofu and kill him.

It's just that this process is a little tedious, because that kind of dirty thing doesn't mean that it's always with you when it's crucial. That kind of thing lies with you all the time, sleeps with you, eats together, or hates you to the bone or loves you so much that you can't help it.

There is no such dirty thing in the room, so there is an extra "find clues" game in the middle, which makes boss Zhou a little impatient.

People who are used to advanced physics have to teach junior high school students the refraction principle of light.

Finally,

boss Zhou jumped and clapped his hand over the mosquito net.

Some of the leaves fell down, looking like dead grass or straw.

Now it's the time of busy farming. Straw is basically piled up in the fields.

At the sight of this, old sun shuddered and his lips began to turn white.

"What's the matter, old grandson? You can tell me what you know." Lao Dao reminded me that the boss didn't come to help me during lunch break!

"Master, master, please help my son, help..."

The old way immediately to the old grandson afterbrain came a chestnut, scold: "you quickly say something useful!"

The old sun turned to God for the first time, pointed to the straw on the ground and said: "it's him, it must be him, it must be him, it's him who pesters my son, it's him, it's him!!!"

"No, who is he!" The old man is dissatisfied.

"It seems that the surname of the five groups in the West Village is Zheng." When Mr. Sun said that, his eyes were a little empty, like guilt, like fear, and at the same time a little angry.

"What's wrong with you?"

The old Taoist asked directly,

because I don't understand,

if you don't provoke others, how can they become ghosts and pester you?

"According to the regulations, it's not forbidden to burn straw now, because it will pollute the environment, cause fire and affect traffic. It's forbidden in recent years, and has been forbidden for many years."

"Yes, what's the matter?" Lao Dao continued to ask.

Every time in the past few years, farmers began to burn straw. It was really smoky. The air quality was greatly affected. Not to mention, the nearby traffic network was a man-made "fog day".

"My son is from the city management team. He started to go to the countryside to investigate and burn straw. Then he found out that Zheng, who is in his fifties, secretly burned straw.When I was caught with appearance and evidence, my son's team went straight to do punishment education. "

"Fine?" Lao Dao asked.

"Well, it's fine. It's in accordance with the regulations. Before that, every village here posted a notice. The penalty for burning straw without permission was 200 to 2000."

"How much has been fined?"

"Two thousand."

The old man smelled the words and licked his lips.

The old grandson patted his thigh and said regretfully:

"who knows that Zheng, who was fined, doesn't know how. He can't think about it when he goes home. He killed himself by drinking pesticide!

This day, you die when you are dead. Why do you still remember my son when you are a ghost? You have a fine of 2000 yuan. My son has only two or three hundred yuan in his team. Why do you think about my son! "