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Qin Feng went downstairs, got on his motorcycle, and when he was about to start the car, suddenly a man ran over to help him by the shoulders and sat up.

Qin Feng was very surprised, and saw Zhou Qian when he turned his head.

"What are you doing? What are you doing on my motorcycle?"

"Where are you going?" Zhou Qian asked.

"I go to work, I have something to do in the village."

"Then I'll go to the village too."

"You are sick, you, you want to go down to the village by yourself, why are you riding my motorcycle?"

"I don't take your motorcycle, I know where you are going? Can I keep up with the car? What if you run halfway?"

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Didn't I say it? As long as you don't agree to accept an interview for a day, I will follow you for a day."

"Go down!" Qin Feng glared at Zhou Qian.

"Not going down."

"If you don't go down again, I will do it."

"You do it. I'm worried that there will be no news. The deputy mayor beats the female reporter. Is this news enough? How about an even more explosive one where the deputy mayor molested the female reporter and the female reporter yelled for help. How about it?" Zhou Qian said with a smile.

"you……"

"Okay, I'm just joking with you, don't be angry. I just go down with you to have a look, and I promise I won't delay your work. I swear!" Zhou Qian raised her hand.

"Are you all so boring and idle as reporters?" Qin Feng couldn't bear it anymore, and finally turned the accelerator and drove the motorcycle out.

Qin Feng passed by the street on a motorcycle. Today is Bishan's customary market day, and the streets are crowded with people.

While riding, Qin Feng suddenly found a familiar figure, and Qin Feng quickly pulled the motorcycle to a stop.

Seeing Qin Feng stop the motorcycle, Zhou Qian hurriedly got off, and asked, "Aren't you going to Xiacun? Why did you stop?"

Qin Feng ignored Zhou Qian, but walked to the side of the road.

I saw a skinny old woman squatting on the side of the road. The old woman's face was wrinkled, and her hands and feet were almost left with bones and skin.There are two snakeskin bags for feed in front of the grandmother, and there are big and yellow oranges in the snakeskin bags, and there is a pole beside her.

This old man was Grandma Li, the wife of the old man who jumped off the township government building.

Grandma Li is already in her 70s and suffers from illnesses, most notably her legs and feet.Qin Feng was very surprised how the old man came to the market today with a load of dozens of catties of oranges, even if he can't walk very far.

"Grandma Li, why did you come here to sell oranges? How did you pick it up?" Qin Feng quickly knelt down and asked the old man.

"Director Qin, come here, eat oranges, eat oranges." Seeing that it was Qin Feng struggling to get up from the ground, the old man kept taking oranges for Qin Feng from his feed bag.

The old man didn't know that Qin Feng had become the deputy mayor, so he was always called Director Qin Feng.

When the old man was holding the oranges, Qin Feng saw bloodstains on both palms of the old man.

Qin Feng grabbed the old man's hand and looked carefully, only to see that one of the old man's hands was cut off, and a large part was injured. Looking carefully, the old man's face was also injured.

"What's going on?" Qin Feng asked the old man.

"It's okay, it's okay, I accidentally fell on the way here, it's okay, I just broke a little skin." The old man quickly retracted his hand and wiped the blood on his hand on his clothes.

Qin Feng frowned and asked the old man, "Grandma Li, what time did you get up?"

"I left at two o'clock and arrived here at five o'clock."

"How much is this load of oranges?"

"Seventy to eighty catties." The old man answered truthfully.

Qin Feng couldn't imagine how a skinny, sick man in his 70s who could not walk easily came here at night for more than three hours carrying a load of [-]-[-] kg oranges.

"How many catties did you sell?"

"I haven't sold it, and no one wants it. In fact, my oranges are delicious and sweet. Director Qin, please try them." The old man quickly handed Qin Feng a few.

Qin Feng took a few oranges, but didn't eat them, but asked, "How much is a catty?"

"Two cents, two cents a catty. Director Qin, take whatever you like. You have helped me so much, how can I accept your money? Come, come, Director Qin, I will get it for you." The old man He took out the used plastic bags one by one from his pocket, and started to put oranges in the plastic bags for Qin Feng.

Qin Feng didn't stop the old man's movement, but looked at the old man's skinny hands covered with blood and scratched face, and muttered in his mouth: "...two cents a catty...fuck!", Qin Feng muttered loudly Swearing, tears almost flowed out.

The old man took out a plastic bag, filled Qin Feng with a whole bag of oranges, and handed it to Qin Feng: "Director Qin, take it back and eat it. If you find it delicious, come back next time. There are many oranges on my tree..."

Qin Feng did not reach out to pick up the oranges handed over by the old man, but took out 200 yuan from himself and handed it to the old man, saying: "Grandma Li, I want all your oranges, sell them all to me."

"You want it all? So much?"

"I'll give it away."

"Then you take it all, you don't need money, how can I take your money?" The old man hastily poured all the oranges in the plastic bag into the snakeskin bag.

"No, no, Grandma Li, I can't take your things for nothing. Have you ever heard of not taking the people's stitches and threads? If you don't take my money, you will force me to make mistakes, so you must accept the money."

"This...is that so? Then I can't let you make mistakes, but it doesn't cost so much money, so let me weigh it." The old man took out a scale and was ready to weigh it.

"Grandma Li, don't weigh it. I've already calculated it. It's just so much money. You take the money and the oranges are mine. Now I'll take you to the hospital to bandage the wound." Qin Feng stopped Grandma Li.

"No...you don't need to go to the hospital, I'm fine, I..."

"Grandma Li, it's free for me to take you to the health center. I'm the leader, and you don't need to spend money to go there. And your injury must be bandaged. If it becomes inflamed, it will be terrible. As for you, if you can afford it, I will collect the money. Next." Qin Feng forced the money into the old man's hand.

"No, no, no...Director Qin, don't want so much money..."

"Grandma Li, you take the money first, and I still want oranges. Next time I will pick them from your tree by myself, so the extra money is considered an advance reservation." Qin Feng tied two bags of oranges to the table as he spoke. got on the motorcycle, then walked and helped Grandma Li hobble towards the hospital.