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361.What grievances have you suffered?

Song Tan understood clearly that no matter how angry her father was, he was still a biological brother. The two of them had a brotherly relationship back then.

And her grandparents... Grandma has been silent by the kitchen. It is rare for Ulan to hold back his anger and come out to fight, just to keep the two of them in love...

In this case, didn't the uncle say he was wronged? Let's explain clearly what wrongs he suffered one by one.

At this moment, she raised her head slightly and saw Party Secretary Xiao Zhu climbing up from the field ridge, and then hurried over here.

Song Dafang and Mao Li were still standing at the door of the yard supporting each other - they were really scared!

But Song Tan was curious again: "They are very skilled in this posture, can they really bite people?"

"How is that possible!" Sun Shouping became proud: "The family takes the treasure and raises them as their own children, how can they be willing to let them bite people? How dirty!"

"The main reason is that I have this project during training. I just stand around and shout. If there is someone with ill intentions, it can at least create a strong influence."

"If you bite, you will never open your mouth until it's life or death."

At the same time, he did not forget to brag about himself: "Don't worry, the dogs I trained will not cause trouble. This is first-rate!"

Not causing trouble not only saves the masters' worries, but also takes care of their lives.

Song Tan nodded, then slowly walked over and stood quietly in front of the car window, blocking the driver's door.

Then he waved to Sun Shouping, and he called the three big dogs back to his side with a greeting.

It was only then that Party Secretary Xiao Zhu took a deep breath, tried his best to stabilize his posture as a cadre, and walked over slowly:

"What's going on? I heard the noise at your house from far away."

What a selfless look!

Song Tan secretly praised her, and then described it clearly and concisely:

"My uncle doesn't want to support my grandpa and feels he is being wronged at home."

"What? There is such a thing!"

Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, was full of surprise: "It seems that I have not done well enough in terms of ideological and moral character! Let's see, I can't let the old people encounter unfilial descendants, nor can I let the children suffer in vain - come on, uncle, what grievances have you suffered?

?Why don’t you want to support me? Let’s make it clear to 1510.”

After saying that, looking at Uncle Song's cheeks that had turned from pale to red, she smiled particularly kindly:

"Don't worry, I am the party secretary of this village. My name is Zhu Jun. You can just call me party secretary Zhu - tell me if you have any grievances!"

Song Dafang: ...He's not brainless. If he has any grievances, he can just complain to his family. What can he say to the village party secretary?

At this moment, he was hesitating: "I... what... I have something to do at home... yes... I have to go back..."

But Song Tan was still standing there firmly without moving:

"Uncle, didn't you say that you were wronged at home and grandpa was partial? You don't have to wait until you leave."

"Let's make it clear. If my father owes you something, is it okay if I take his place?"

Then two slaps pushed the backs of Song Dafang and Mao Li, one on the left and the other on the right, causing the two of them to follow them involuntarily back to the yard, as if their heels didn't even touch the ground.

Before Song Dafang and Mao Li's exclamations came, they saw that Qiao Qiao had already moved a few stools obediently and arranged them in the center of the yard for everyone:

"Sister Party Secretary, sit down."

"Good boy."

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu pretended to be an official on TV, and felt a little excited. Now looking at Song Dafang's appearance, he became even more kind:

"Come, tell me about it - let's start with when you were a child. What wrongs did we suffer when we were children?"

She even opened the notebook she was carrying, as if she was ready to take notes at any time.

What grievances did you suffer when you were a child?

Song Dafang thought for a while, he wanted to say that when he was a child, he was doing farm work at home, but his younger brother was sitting on the roadside playing - but then he thought about it, how old was Song Sancheng at that time, what else could he do besides playing?

Then the mouth opened and closed.

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, did not rush at all, as if he was extra considerate: "What? It doesn't matter if you can't think of it when you were a child - let's talk about the grievances you had when you got married. For example, when you two got married."

Why did you feel wronged about getting married?

Song Dafang thought for a while: Mao Li was a well-known nimble woman from all over the country back then. When she married her, the bride price was 200 yuan!

And his sister-in-law Wulan entered the family a few years later and was given a gift of 200 yuan, which was the same on both sides... Song Dafang was stuck again.

"fine."

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu's smile was still so kind: "I couldn't tell you when I got married. Does that mean that after you get married, your family keeps asking you to subsidize it? Come on, tell me how much you spent."

Okay, Song Dafang can't even talk about it.

I just buy things during the holidays. In the past two years, if it’s the birthday or Chinese New Year of the old man or old lady, I will be given 300, 500, but how much money can I have?

He couldn't open his mouth either.

His abacus was an abacus, and he understood everything in his heart. Not only him, but also Mao Li looked at the village cadres and didn't dare to pretend to be stupid.

When I took stock at this moment, I felt my face was burning and I was speechless.

Looking at the way the young branch secretary looked at him again, he became even more embarrassed and annoyed.

Song Dafang had no choice but to cough dryly and ignore the strange looks in the courtyard: "Zhizhu Zhu, you are young and may not understand some of the customs in our village..."

Zhu Jun closed the notebook, suddenly changed his face, and looked at them seriously: "What custom?"

"When I was young, I tried to find ways to get money from the elderly, regardless of the family's livelihood. When I got older, I didn't want to fulfill my support obligations. I only knew how to complain about grievances and blame others. Do you want to talk about these 'customs'?"

After she said these words, she did not give Song Dafang a chance to refute, but directly turned to look at Song Youde, who was smoking silently at the side:

"Old man, as a member of the village, I need to mediate as much as possible right now."

"Look, is there any misunderstanding between you father and son that I need to clarify?"

"Mediating for what?"

Song Youde didn't even look at Song Dafang:

"There is no need to mediate. I have hands and feet, and I don't expect my son to take care of him in old age. If I really die on the bed, the village will not see me and there will be no place to bury me."

Song Sancheng quickly said: "Dad, don't worry, I definitely can't-"

Before he finished speaking, Wulan glared at him fiercely, and then he sighed a few times before he realized what he had said.

So he quickly made up for it: "What, I definitely can't ask you to die -"

Forget it, no more remedies.

He'd better stay mute.

Zhu Jun took a few deep breaths, then barely suppressed his desire to laugh out loud, and then stared at Song Sancheng:

"I understand everything. You and your son don't accept mediation. And you really don't want to fulfill your support obligations now, so Mr. Song has unilaterally severed ties with you, right?"

"But old man, we do not legally recognize this -"

"It doesn't matter. Just know it in your heart." Song Tan said with a smile:

"We are not like those cruel people who abandon our families just for a few dollars."


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