Ding Dahu, Ding Erkui and Song Xiaoyue were finally able to meet Ding Wu alone.
In the narrow reception room, Ding Dahu, Ding Erkui and Song Xiaoyue were sitting at the table, quietly waiting for Ding Wu's arrival. The three of them looked anxious, especially Song Xiaoyue, who was extremely anxious.
"Crunch!"
The iron door of the reception room was opened, and the shackled Ding Wu followed the two policemen and walked in. At this time, Ding Wu looked very haggard, and his face was even more frighteningly pale.
"Son..." Song Xiaoyue stood up and rushed over, hugged Ding Wu, and cried loudly.
Ding Erkui and Ding Dahu also stood up, each wiping tears.
"Please control your emotions." The two policemen forcibly separated Song Xiaoyue and Ding Wu, and then ordered everyone to sit on both sides of the table.
"Mom...son, I'm sorry for you..." Ding Wu's face was filled with guilt.
"Son, why are you so impulsive? Why do you want to kill someone..." Song Xiaoyue cried.
Ding Wu smiled bitterly: "I was too impulsive at the time..."
"Ding Wu, are you worthy of us?" Ding Erkui pointed at Ding Wu's nose and cursed: "You unfilial son..."
Ding Wu lowered his head and said nothing.
"Okay, don't scold Ding Wu." Ding Dahu breathed out softly and looked at Ding Wu with loving eyes: "Ding Wu, when things have come to this point, we are actually also responsible. If we hadn't been too spoiled to you.
Now, you won’t develop an arrogant and arrogant temper, and you probably won’t kill anyone..."
"No, uncle, it's all my own fault. It's my lack of potential and lack of progress that has embarrassed you." Ding Wu shook his head.
"Ding Wu, I want to ask you something right now. Please give me an honest answer." Ding Dahu said word for word: "If you could do it all over again, would you kill someone again?"
Ding Wu was silent for a while and said: "No way."
Ding Dahu smiled, a bitter smile: "It would be great if you could repent earlier..."
The saddest thing in the world is that a man with white hair sends a man with black hair. Ding Erkui and Song Xiaoyue are not yet fifty years old. Seeing their newly grown sons being executed, the pain in their hearts is beyond words.
The meeting lasted only a short time. In ten minutes, two policemen would take Ding Wu away.
Song Xiaoyue cried and rushed forward, holding on to Ding Wu and refusing to let go. No matter what, she would not let the police take Ding Wu away. Song Xiaoyue knew very well that as long as she let go, she would never see her son again in this life.
Ding Erkui also stepped forward and grabbed Ding Wu's hand, and said with tears streaming down his face: "Ding Wu, you really love me so much..."
Ding Wu tried not to cry at first, but after listening to Ding Erkui's words, tears suddenly came down: "Dad, Mom, my son is unfilial, and my son is sorry for you..."
Ding Dahu, who was standing aside, stretched out his hand to wipe his tears and sighed: "If I had known this, why would I have done it in the first place?"
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the two policemen immediately took out their walkie-talkies and called several more policemen.
With the joint efforts of several police officers, Song Xiaoyue and Ding Erkui were finally separated.
Seeing that Ding Wu was about to be taken away, Song Xiaoyue and Ding Erkui became anxious and rushed forward like crazy. However, they were caught by the police as soon as they took two steps.
Ding Wu was pulled out of the reception room and shouted loudly: "Dad, Mom, my son is unfilial. I will repay your kindness in raising him in the next life...Uncle, please help me take care of my dad and my mom..." Ding Wu's voice became louder and louder.
It got smaller and smaller, and finally I couldn't hear it anymore.
"My son!" Song Xiaoyue wailed and fainted on the spot.
Ding Erkui sat on the ground stupidly, staring at the door, and kept calling his son's name.
…
A full week has passed.
Niu Zhi just came back from the city and looked much haggard.
"Secretary Niu, are you back?" Tian Cuiying burst into Niu Zhigang's office in a hurry.
Niu Zhigang sat on a chair, lowered his head and smoked, ignoring Tian Cuiying.
"Secretary Niu, have you found a buyer?" Tian Cuiying continued to ask.
Niu Zhigang still ignored Tian Cuiying.
"Secretary Niu, why don't you speak?" Tian Cuiying asked doubtfully.
"Are you bothered?" Niu Zhigang raised his head and glared at Tian Cuiying: "I don't want to see you now, get out of here!"
Tian Cuiying was stunned: "Secretary Niu, why are you so angry? Who provoked you..."
"You messed with me!" Niu Zhigang shouted: "Get out, do you hear me? Get out!"
Tian Cuiying opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but after seeing Niu Zhigang's livid face, she immediately swallowed the words that came to her lips, then turned and left the office, closing the door. Tian Cuiying's face was full of confusion, Secretary Niu
What's going on? Why are you so angry?
Inside the office.
Niu Zhigang reached out and scratched his sparse hair, and said depressedly: "Why was I so obsessed with planting turf in the first place? It's better now, and I created such a mess."
…
Kong Liang opened the door of the office and walked in. He said to Ma Xiaoyao, who was drinking tea: "Chief Ma, Niu Zhigang is back."
"Oh?" Ma Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows: "Has he found a buyer?"
"I don't know about that." Kong Liang shook his head: "But I saw that Niu Zhigang's face was ugly and he seemed to be in a bad mood."
"Looking ugly? Are you in a bad mood?" Ma Xiaoyao raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "It seems that Niu Zhigang's search for a buyer is not going very smoothly... By the way, how much turf has Niu Zhigang planted in total?"
"It seems to be more than a hundred acres." Kong Liang replied.
"More than a hundred acres?" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly widened: "This Niu Zhigang is really brave. He dared to plant so much turf for the first time. Isn't he worried about losing money?"
"I heard that Niu Zhigang invested all the money from the township finance." Kong Liang was well informed.
Ma Xiaoyao sneered: "The investment is big and the return is big, but the risk is also big. It's good that the turf can be sold smoothly this time. If it can't be sold... humph... I'll see how Niu Zhigang ends up."
…
Ma Xiaoyao's prophecy really came true.
Niu Zhigang couldn't find a buyer, so more than a hundred acres of turf could only rot in the ground. As a result, the villagers who planted turf gave up and went to the party committee compound to cause trouble, shouting for Niu Zhigang to give them an explanation.
.
These villagers donated their own land to plant turf, and they usually had to apply fertilizer, water, and take care of it. They put in a lot of hard work. They hoped that after the turf was sold, they could use some money to improve their lives at home.
Who knew that all their hard work would end up being in vain? These villagers would definitely not be able to accept this blow.
Niu Zhigang stood on the steps and kept making amends and apologies to the villagers. His words were almost worn out.
"Secretary Niu, we trusted you to free up the land to plant turf. You can't cheat us."
"Yes, Secretary Niu, what did you say at the beginning? You said that after the turf is sold, we will be given a generous salary. But now you tell us that the turf cannot be sold. We have been
Isn’t your hard work in vain?”
"Secretary Niu, you must give us an explanation today."
…
The villagers shouted loudly.
After the villagers' emotions stabilized, Niu Zhi just said: "Folks, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect that something unexpected would happen... But don't worry, I promise to compensate everyone for their losses and won't let anyone suffer."
You are working in vain."
"Secretary Niu, how long will it take for you to compensate us?" a villager asked reluctantly.
"Uh... one month, give me one month..." Niu Zhigang hesitated and said.
"No, one month is too long." The villagers shouted in unison.
"Then how long do you want to talk?" Niu Zhigang asked with a grimace.
"At most half a month, we must be compensated after half a month!" the villagers shouted.
Niu Zhigang's face twitched: "Okay, just half a month!"
Seeing that Niu Zhigang agreed, the faces of the villagers softened.
"Secretary Niu, you have to mean what you say, and you can't fool us." A villager said worriedly.
"Don't worry, what I, Niu Zhigang, said will definitely count. Can you go back now?" Niu Zhigang said in a deep voice.
"Let's go back and wait for news." The villagers left the party committee compound one after another.
Seeing that the rioting villagers finally left, Niu Zhigang finally felt relieved.
…
Township government office building.
Kong Liang happily ran into the township head's office and said to Ma Xiaoyao, who was reading the information: "Mr. Ma, a group of villagers just ran to the party committee compound to cause trouble."
"Oh?" Ma Xiaoyao raised his head in confusion: "It's so good, why are the villagers making trouble?"
"It's not about the turf." Kong Liang replied: "Niu Zhigang couldn't find a buyer, and more than a hundred acres of turf was about to rot in the ground. Of course, the villagers who planted the turf gave up and started to
Come to Niu Zhigang to ask for an explanation."
Ma Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows: "What happened next?"
"Later Niu Zhigang made a promise to compensate the villagers within half a month, and just like that, the villagers left," Kong Liang said.
Ma Xiaoyao twisted his lips: "Niu Zhigang's head is probably going to be big now."
"It must be big." Kong Liang said with a smile: "I'm probably going to be depressed to death now."
Ma Xiaoyao pondered for a moment: "As far as I know, greening construction is underway in the urban area, and there is a huge demand for turf. Logically speaking, the turf grown by Niu Zhigang should sell well? How can we not find a buyer?"
"I have inquired about it. The greening construction in the urban area was completed a month ago, and now there is not much demand for turf in the urban area." Kong Liang told the news he had inquired about.
Ma Xiaoyao was stunned: "Is there such a thing? No wonder Niu Zhigang can't find a buyer... If more than a hundred acres of turf is really rotten in the ground, the loss will be huge... We must find a way to sell the turf
Just go out..."
"Chief Ma, you don't want to take part in this matter, do you?" Kong Liang asked.
