Everything was clear here. Song Tan was about to get in the car when he suddenly saw a familiar face standing on the roadside smiling and waving to her:
"Song Tan."
"Little...congratulations to the branch secretary."
He is the young party secretary in the village.
We haven't seen each other for a while. Zhu Jun's hair has become much shorter and his skin is a little darker than before, but his overall mental state is still high.
"What are you..." Song Tan looked at the big black bag she was carrying:
"Coming to town for a meeting?"
Zhu Jun smiled: "What kind of meeting are we having early in the morning? I'm here to do some errands and prepare to go to the city by the way."
She looked at Song Tan's empty cart: "We won't be selling vegetables today? Are you going to the city? Give me a ride."
Song Tan nodded: "I plan to buy a small three-wheeler for my dad."
He turned around and thought of something again, and asked, "Doesn't this require a driver's license?"
Zhu Jun laughed: "It stands to reason... It stands to reason that there is nothing in this town."
Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief.
I’m really scared of the policies that are being put in place one after another.
Here, the co-pilot tidied up a little, and Zhu Jun got into the car with familiarity.
At this moment, he sighed: "The transportation in the village is really inconvenient. There was something wrong with my car and it was sent for maintenance. In the past two days, I have to rely on the shuttle bus that connects every village!"
"That's right," Song Tan also said with a smile, "otherwise, why would there be fewer and fewer people in the village? Just because we are in the mountains and can't get out."
Zhu Jun also nodded: "That's the truth. If people can't get out, opportunities can't get out, and education and medical care can't get out. So, young people run away in the end."
Probably, all backward mountain villages slowly become silent like this.
However, while she said dejected words, her expression was very positive: "But you are talking about the current situation, but I guess, with you here, our village will prosper soon."
She turned to look at Song Tan: "I heard that the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest can be sold for twenty-one pounds? Song Tan, you really came back after secretly learning the skills."
She has yet to figure out where she learned her skills.
But think about it, if it can be figured out so easily, then everyone will have the ability to farm and become rich. How can there be a difference between green organic vegetables and ordinary vegetables?
When you can't respond, just smile.
Song Tan smiled very standardly.
Zhu Jun is not a person who likes to talk nonsense. He chatted for a few words and then flipped through his big black bag:
"However, I just have good news to tell you - the last time you applied for family farm subsidies and review, the city informed me yesterday that the documents have been approved."
"Now you can officially register the name of a family farm online. If there is an opportunity, the city will help you attract traffic on the Internet."
"But..." She smiled helplessly: "You also know that our Yuncheng is too small and can't even make a splash on the Internet. Even if the urban area can divert traffic, don't expect anything. Our capabilities are really limited."
Song Tan chuckled: "I'm prepared."
"As for this subsidy..." Zhu Jun pondered for a while: "Because some projects have a long assessment period, many people will come to assess before and after. Some will issue formal notices, and some will conduct private on-site assessments."
"But as long as you don't falsify the data, no one should be able to stop you here."
This sentence is enough.
Song Tan nodded: "Don't worry."
The car was driving smoothly on the road. The fields on both sides were already lush and green. A large field of rapeseed flowers on the roadside was about to wither and produced sparse green long fruit pods.
Zhu Jun thought for a while: "After the document is issued today, you'd better take the time to come to the administrative hall and file a case with the industrial and commercial office about your farm first."
"Next, whether you open an online store or organize an online group to sell, you only need to apply for a tax exemption from the industrial and commercial tax office regularly."
"In addition, the breeding scope of family farms will also be liberalized as appropriate, including the external sales of your pigs. As long as the basic quarantine is passed, it is also allowed."
This is really an unexpected surprise.
Song Tan knew that agricultural products were tax-free from the beginning.
But nowadays there are many restrictions on domestic livestock in rural areas. She was originally thinking that when the time came, she would choose one of these pigs to hold a pig-killing banquet. If someone liked it, she could just take the rest back.
I didn’t plan to sell it for much, but it was worth three.
After all, there are too many people eating at home nowadays.
But with Zhu Jun’s words, everything seems reasonable and legal. Wouldn’t that be better?
She agreed very readily: "Okay, then I will send you directly to the administrative hall later, and we will wait together. After finishing the work, I will go buy a tricycle - are you in a hurry?"
Zhu Jun smiled and rolled his eyes: "I was waiting for your words, otherwise I would have to squeeze into the shuttle bus that connects every village and make a long circle before I can go back to the village."
"Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry today."
Just like Zhu Jun said, everything went smoothly. I made a few more trips to the administrative center and all the procedures were completed.
As for buying a car... once the money is available, it is indeed a very quick thing.
When the pickup truck drove back to the village, Song Tan just pushed the two cars out and saw the three transplanters walking back from the field with their feet full of muddy water.
"Come on, come on, sit down quickly!"
Song Tan quickly directed Qiao Qiao to dig out three plastic buckets that had previously contained sundries from the house.
These barrels are a bit old, and there are some messy scratches and marks on the big red barrels.
She dug out a few plastic bags, put one on top, and Qiaoqiao poured the hot ginger soup into them with a bucket.
The three people sat on the bench and put their washed legs and feet in together.
Now in the afternoon, the sun is shining, our legs and feet are warm, and everyone is shivering again:
"Oh, this is so hot and comfortable."
Old Man Li was overjoyed, and at the same time he insisted on being tough: "However, we have never done any work, and we still make ginger soup. The older we get, the more meticulous we are in our lives."
The seventh cousin who was in charge of making the ginger soup looked down upon him for keeping in good health while still being arrogant at the same time. He snorted and laughed:
"Yes, who made you old? When I was young, I could serve hundreds of people a day, but now I can only serve dozens of people at most. My health is not good anymore!"
Why is this person still talking like this?!
Old Man Li also groaned angrily and simply ignored him. He turned to Song Tan and said, "Tan Tan, tell your chef tonight that I want to eat the twice-cooked pork with garlic sprouts."
In fact, the seventh cousin was only two meters away from him, much closer than Song Tan.
Song Tan couldn't help laughing.
"Okay," wasn't it just to coax the old man? She quickly took out a long strip of pork belly from the rear compartment:
"Seventh cousin, I bought the meat you asked for."
The seventh cousin also hummed, dug out the onion and ginger seasoning, put the meat into the pot, and slowly started to cook it.
