"Uncle, you always have something on your mind or feel uncomfortable somewhere. You can't hide it."
The more Zhang An thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. For more than ten years, my uncle's thoughts had been on the village.
From before to now, I have been working hard for the village for more than ten years, working tirelessly.
Even in later generations, the old uncle worked until he retired.
But at this moment, the old uncle still has about ten years before retirement.
Suddenly I mentioned this matter to myself, as if I was looking for a successor, not because there was something wrong with my body.
"You little devil, what can I do? I'm just asking you in advance if you have any ideas."
Hearing Zhang An's words getting worse and worse, Zhang Jianwen quickly interrupted Zhang An to prevent Zhang An from getting more outrageous.
"Recently, in several nearby villages headed by Shaziba, the organizational structure of one village and two committees has been clearly differentiated."
"The candidates selected from their villages are all young people, and they have recently begun to take drastic measures."
"So we old guys are thinking about whether our village should follow suit. After all, you young people have flexible minds and dare to think and do. You will definitely stimulate the enthusiasm of everyone."
After that, Zhang Jianwen lit himself a leaf cigarette and started smoking.
"There are not many young people left in our village, and you are the most promising one in our village committee. As long as you have an idea, we will immediately convene a meeting to finalize this matter."
Zhang Jianwen was not worried at all about holding a conference.
Not to mention that Zhang An has been very particular about pleasing everyone in the village since he was a child.
Based on the achievements made in the past two years, there are not many people in the village who are dissatisfied with Zhang An.
So even if there is an election at the general meeting, Zhang An will definitely be a winner.
"Uncle, you better not worry about it. If the village really needs me for something, then I will definitely do my best."
"I'm too lazy, and I'm still so young. I really can't deal with these things in the village."
Zhang An thought about it in his mind and refused to his uncle.
"Our position in Changqing Village is really too old for you. If it were someone else, he wouldn't be able to do this job."
"So uncle, just be prepared to serve our village until you retire."
Although the old uncle does not have as many ideas as some young people, he is really the most suitable candidate to be the village leader in the village.
Because he knows how to bring everyone together and give this village the human touch it deserves.
You can feel at a glance that this village is very dynamic.
Later, after the old uncle retired, someone else did take this position.
But within a year or two, those human touches began to dissipate.
Maybe the people who are close to each other are still relatively friendly, while the people who are a little further away are not as familiar as before.
Even if something happens in the village, they are not as united as before.
The most obvious one is Shangzhai and Xiazhai, as if they are separated by a gap.
It gives the impression that this village has little vitality.
And Zhang An doesn't want to be like his old uncle at such a young age.
Every day, I not only have to be busy with my own affairs, but I also have to deal with all the turbulent things in the village.
He is only as old as the old uncle, and he still has such prestige in the village.
So he adjusts, solves, and persuades those people who will listen.
If it were me, when people looked at me at my age, they wouldn't even think of taking me seriously.
I thought that for such a big baby, I couldn't handle things well myself, and I still wanted to help others handle things.
Seeing Zhang An reject the proposal straight away, Zhang Jianwen and the others still felt a little pity.
After all, if young people like Zhang An were brought to the village, they would definitely bring different development to the village.
In the end, Zhang Jianwen asked him to think more about it and tell him if he had any ideas in the future.
I drank half a kilogram of white wine at night and felt a little hot.
When I came out of Zhang Ping's house, I felt the cool breeze blowing from the fields.
Zhang An, who was a little drunk at first, suddenly sobered up a lot.
Arriving at the field dam, Zhang An saw an old man from the village grazing cattle in the dam.
Zhang An was very surprised when he saw the cow in front of him. He was not in a hurry to go home anyway, so he walked over and chatted with the old man for a while.
This old man was a villager from Xiazhai in Changqing Village, and Zhang An knew him well.
It's just that Zhang An is not that familiar with him because he doesn't interact with him often.
The old scalper in front of me is completely different from other people's cattle.
Because this cow is so skinny and skinny, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as skinny.
There is a saying that when a cow is taken out, it makes people look quite frightened.
Not only is the body's clear skeleton, but the cow's head is so thin that its eyes bulge out.
"Old man, how did your cow grow like this? It's not because the family is short of corn, right?"
Zhang An went to sit on the stone next to the old man, and started joking with the old man.
Normally, Zhang An wouldn't say this, but today he drank a little too much, so he talked a lot.
"My dear, my old man feeds him corn every day, but the more he eats, the thinner he becomes."
When the old man spoke, his tone revealed a hint of helplessness.
Zhang An didn't know the old man's name, he only knew that everyone called him Wu Dapao.
Last time Zhang An helped register the list of people who wanted to have a hometown dinner on June 6th.
I just gave him the name Wu Dapao, so others would know it was him as soon as they saw it.
When the old man saw Zhang An bragging with him, he told Zhang An about this awesome thing.
It turns out that this cow was not like this before. Wu Laopao had bought this cow three years ago and raised it.
They have always been well-raised and willing to feed them. This cow has become an indispensable labor force for their family.
But no one expected that the good days would suddenly start to change drastically.
Since last year, this cow has started to lose weight.
Old Man Wu thought it was because he wasn't feeding it well at home, so he gave it pure corn every meal.
But in the end, the corn was eaten, and the meat on the cow was still falling off.
It was better last year. Although I lost weight, I still looked like a bull.
But after celebrating the Chinese New Year this year, after being taken out of the circle, Old Man Wu and his family were frightened.
Because the cow was covered in holes everywhere, and it was so skinny that only a skeleton was left.
After being led to the field and plowed around, the old scalper couldn't even walk steadily.
In the end, Old Man Wu couldn't bear to continue letting him plow the fields.
Many people said that Old Man Wu's family had violated something unclean and wanted to hire someone to instigate it.
But even after asking Mr. Goddess to do it, there was no improvement.
If a cow is raised at home, it has no other function except to provide food.
So their family has been talking about taking the cow and selling it while it is still alive.
Even if you sell more and sell less, you can sell a little bit.
If it is not sold and finally smashed into the hands, the cow will be left with only a piece of skin and nothing else.
Everyone in the family said so, and Old Man Wu also led him to the bull market several times.
But in the end, there were so many people looking at it, and no one asked about the price.
Finally, Old Man Wu took the initiative to ask, and everyone else shook their heads.
They gathered around to watch because they had never seen such a thin cow before, and they just came to watch the fun.
In this era, there are many people who buy cattle specifically to kill.
But for such a thin cow, anyone with a discerning eye would know that there is no meat left after killing it.
While other people buy livestock with the intention of raising them for farm work, such cattle obviously do not meet their goals.
Therefore, Mr. Wu led the bull market several times, which was a waste of his time.
Instead, people laughed at him for nothing, saying that the old man had no ability and raised the cow like this.
Old man Wu, who had explained so many times, felt bitter, but he did not want to continue to see each other for explanations.
So in the end, I simply didn't bother to sell it.
"Then is it possible that this cow is sick? Have you ever gone to the veterinary station to take a look?"
The cow is so thin. If the owner didn't starve it intentionally, it must be suffering from a disease.
"I've looked for it and gone there several times, but those people can't see it. Every time I go, I get several injections, but it doesn't work at all."
When the old man heard this, he just shook his head.
Also, Zhang An had just been to the veterinary station a while ago, and he had seen everyone there.
These are people in their forties or fifties, so it’s okay to give them injections and prescribe medicine.
It would be a bit difficult for them to see such a difficult and complicated disease.
"Old man, has anyone told you that this cow may have bezoar in its belly?"
Suddenly, Zhang An remembered the saying, "The cow is thin but the bezoar is yellow".
Although bezoar is a gall bladder stone from cattle, it is a rare traditional Chinese medicine.
But if cattle suffer from gallstones, they usually lose their appetite and don't eat much.
But according to what Mr. Wu just said, the beef, corn, rice and grass are all fine.
At this moment, Zhang An saw that the cow was eating grass and it was very delicious, and it didn't look like it had lost its appetite.
This thing seems a bit strange. I am willing to eat, but I just lose meat.
"Yes, many people have said it, but bezoars are not so easy to obtain."
After hearing what Zhang An said, Mr. Wu smiled and shook his head.
"My cow tastes good when eating anything. Its eyes are not red, it doesn't like to drink water, and it doesn't like to bark. The one with the bezoar may be too young."
At such an old age, the old man has already understood this aspect clearly.
Moreover, there used to be a family in the next village who also raised a skinny ox.
That cow looked like it had a bezoar shape. It didn't eat anything and had red eyes. When it got mad, it clapped its hooves randomly.
At that time, anyone who saw it would tell them that their cow had bezoar in its belly.
After hearing this kind of talk too many times, that family was deceived.
So I simply killed the cow, and even after searching the cow's belly, I couldn't find any trace of bezoar.
In the end, even the pile of cow dung that was dug out was turned over, and there was not even a hair on it.
That is, I found a thumb-sized piece of scrap metal inside the tripe.
And this matter was witnessed by Old Man Wu with his own eyes.
Because of this, there were so many people telling him that there might be bezoar, and he had no intention of killing the cow.
He knew that his cow was indeed sick, but in his opinion, it was not that close to the bezoar.
It's just that no one can tell what kind of illness he has.
Nowadays, one thousand yuan per head is not a small amount of money for their family.
That's why he didn't want to bet on the illusory bezoar, because he couldn't afford to bet on it. The cow would only have two kilograms of meat after killing it.
In his heart, as long as the cow survives, there will always be hope.
Maybe my cow will suddenly get better one day after raising it.
And those people who said there was a bezoar kept encouraging Mr. Wu to kill the cow to see.
But Mr. Wu said that the cow would be sold to them cheaply and let them gamble. If there was a bezoar, they would not say a word.
As soon as he said this, he stopped encouraging him. After all, they were all here to watch the fun, and they didn't want to spend money themselves.
After half a chat with Mr. Wu about wages, Zhang An understood what the old man meant.
Most people really don't dare to gamble because the cost is too high.
"Old man, do you really want to sell this cow or do you want to keep it?"
Zhang An thought for a while and then spoke to Mr. Wu.
"If it can be sold, I would definitely sell it as soon as possible."
The old man is not stupid. It is a burden to raise several kilograms of corns at home every day.
"Then how much money are you prepared to spend?"
Such a thin cow is definitely not comparable to a normal cow, and the price is much cheaper.
"My dear, do you have this idea? If you buy this cow, you will lose it in your hands."
Seeing Zhang An like this, Wu Dapao felt that he was a little moved, so he gave a few words of advice.
After all, he is from the same village, so if he gives it to Zhang An.
If word gets out someday, others will say that Old Man Wu is tricking one of his own people.
"Old man, if you just say that and I hear it, let's just call it bragging."
Zhang An was indeed moved. It was rare to encounter such a cow.
Moreover, the current price of buying a cow is indeed not a burden for him.
If this cow had a bezoar, then I would have an heirloom in my hand.
Even if there was no bezoar, Zhang An would regard it as doing a good deed and helping the people in his village.
"My requirements are not high, I just want to sell it for three to four hundred yuan, but I didn't expect that one hundred yuan is too much."
Mr. Wu's idea is very simple. He can sell it for three to four hundred yuan and get a calf to continue raising.
But the price those people gave was like taking it for free. In the end, Mr. Wu didn't want to take action anymore, so he just took it in his hand.
"Master, do you still want to sell it now? If you sell it, I will give you five hundred yuan to buy it."
Zhang An thought for a moment and said, "Others asked for three hundred, but Zhang An gave me five hundred. It's not that Zhang An had too much money and no place to spend it."
If it were someone from other places, Zhang An would definitely negotiate the price.
But the old man is the elder of the village, and things are not easy at home, so he just treats it as a good deed.
The little money Zhang An gave him was nothing to him, but Mr. Wu could buy a half-big cow.
"No, no, baby, when this cow was not so thin before, I didn't even ask for it for three or four hundred. Now if I sell it to you for five hundred, others will scold me."
The old man shook his head after hearing this. As a foreigner today, he agreed without saying a word.
But Zhang An belongs to the same village, and everyone in the village supports Zhang An. He doesn't want to be poked in the back by everyone.