But having said that, none of the three of them actually took this matter seriously.
Not to mention that Party Secretary Xiao Zhu has been in the village for two years. There are some things she doesn't want to think about, but that doesn't mean she has no means.
Just take Guo Dong, he was born among a bunch of old men and old ladies in the old city.
As for Song Tan...then she is even less panicked.
This is not to say that he has anything to rely on, but that Old Man Li will eventually return to the village.
They, the older generation of villagers, pay attention to local character and human relations.
If he hadn't stopped his son from cheating on Song Tan today, he might have cried twice in the night - because this would have ruined his country character. When he died, no one from the village would come to help with the funeral or carry the coffin.
Grave.
For old people like them, what matters is that death is the same as life. When a person dies, the funeral must be thoughtful and grand enough.
Otherwise, walking will be unstable.
All kinds of complicated details are not arranged by one-stop service like in cities where you just pay for it.
Although the elderly people say they expect their children to support them in old age, looking at these elderly people in the village, it is not true that no one wants to trouble their children.
Aren’t they all relying on fellow villagers?
Therefore, Song Tan's heart is also stable.
She was a little irritable before, just because she didn't want to see such a superb person in her life. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to control herself and not rely on aura to hit people.
As for whether Old Man Li will wake up...Song Tan can be so stable, so he naturally knows it well.
No, the three of them used their mobile phones to check nearby word-of-mouth restaurants, and happily decided to eat barbecue.
While waiting for the meat to be roasted, Party Secretary Zhu Zhu let out a long sigh:
"Oh my god, it feels like a lifetime ago to have such a serious meal out!"
Guo Dong also paused: "After I graduate, I won't have any friends to accompany me to eat like this."
Song Tan:......
"Then you are a bit pitiful."
But before they could glare at her, she stared at the meat in the baking pan and sighed:
"I'm different. I have a good tongue. This meat is not as delicious as my food. I really have no appetite."
As soon as he said this, Guo Dong, who still goes to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables every day, silently put down his chopsticks.
Xiaozhu Party Secretary:......
She could only pretend not to hear that, and slowly drank the complimentary pumpkin soup, and then asked:
"You've raised quite a lot of pigs this year. I'll share one with you during the Chinese New Year. If you like tobacco, alcohol, etc., just ask."
She was quite considerate: "If you find it troublesome, you don't have to kill me. I'll find a car and take you home. You also know that my grandfather is..."
"That won't work." Song Tan shook his head decisively: "The pigs have to be killed at home."
Qiao Qiao has become softer and softer after being pampered by them in the past six months. When the time comes when she hears the pigs braying, will she still cry secretly?
Song Tan had already planned it - before killing the pigs, he would feed them the fermented glutinous rice in the refrigerator to make them drunk. This would be silent, and Qiao Qiao would be more able to accept it.
Like he said before: Don't let them hurt too much.
Guo Dong's eyes lit up when he heard this: "I have saved a lot of money! Can I sell the New Year's pork for dozens of kilograms?"
Song Tan laughed: "Oh, that won't work. Now the state stipulates that anything that hasn't been quarantined or hasn't been sent to the designated slaughtering place can't be sold."
Guo Dong:……
The aroma of the meat in the baking pan gradually emitted, but the two of them lost their appetite at the same time and only looked at her in frustration:
"Zhezhu, you didn't even think about asking us to taste it!"
"How could that be?" Song Tan looked at them very sincerely: "You can eat whatever you want with the Chinese New Year pig meat."
Can that be the same?
Guo Dong turned his head: "Lord Party Secretary, enter!"
Xiaozhu then cleared his throat:
"It's like this. Although your family has only raised a few pigs this year, don't you still want to raise cattle next time? Don't fool me! That day I heard Professor Song helping to find out where the calves are more cost-effective.
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"If you don't want to sell them whole, you have to slaughter them, right? This is a family farm. You can apply for a license if you pass the quarantine."
Song Tan was not anxious at all:
"What's the weather like now? It's 30 to 40 degrees Celsius. Even if I buy a cow, I can't deliver it. Don't worry, we can do it next year."
How is that possible?!
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, was anxious.
Their pigs, both black and white, weigh two to three hundred pounds each. Regardless of whether they are stewed pig trotters or braised pork, I don’t know how fragrant they are!
If you don’t eat to your heart’s content while there are few people this year, who knows how difficult it will be to compete next year?
She groaned angrily:
"You don't need to worry about it. You just talk about the documents for your farm. Have you worried about it? You are not happy if someone helps you go through the procedures..."
"Hahahahahaha..."
Song Tan laughed, then picked up the meat from the baking pan and put it on Xiao Zhu's plate:
"Come on, come on, Party Secretary, eat more. I'll thank you for the hard work later on applying for the certificate."
Party Secretary Xiaozhu: ...What you are saying seems that I am not a Party Secretary, but an intermediary who applies for certificates.
…
The three of them spent an hour or two having a meal, but they didn't eat much meat. It was obvious that they had been teased.
After I paid my bill and went out, I received a call from the police.
Without even thinking about it, Old Man Li’s son and daughter-in-law were not cheap, so they actually called the police.
When encountering this kind of thing, it is difficult for the police to deal with it, so they can only make peace with it first.
"This patient's family said that you caused the old man to fall and asked for 50,000 yuan in compensation..."
"fifty thousand?!"
Guo Dong's eyes suddenly widened: "Not even fifty cents."
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, had a gentle expression and a calm tone:
"How is the old man doing?"
She looked at the ward with the door closed:
"It's like this. The old man was sixty this year. He had an argument with his grandson and somehow fell on the edge of the bamboo forest. We didn't find out until a while later."
"The village is remote and we can't find a car, so we can only use the pickup truck at home. It took an hour or two to send it all the way... But I'm not a family member, so it's useless to keep it here, so I went out and filled it out in a hurry.
abdomen."
"In this case, I can't understand that the family wants 50,000 yuan in compensation. But I am also a member of the village, so let's not discuss whether I have money or not... We are all still worried about the old man's situation."
Police:......
Just, without mentioning the truth, the attitude of both parties speaking, and the meaning behind the words, will this show the superiority and inferiority, right?
The people over there are clamoring for compensation, but the hospital is still hesitant when asking for payment, and hesitates when asking about my age.
My son is playing with his mobile phone, his daughter-in-law is also playing with her mobile phone, and the rest of the little chubby boy is trying hard to beg to play with his mobile phone.
And here...
The contrast is so stark!
The policeman also said sternly: "The old man is fine. The doctor said that he may have fainted due to a temporary stimulation and an accidental fall. He will just take care of himself later."
"But the family members said that he fell at your door. This matter is not easy to deal with now..."