The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 195 Three Aunt Zhao's Milk (please subscribe for monthly ticket for recommendation ticket)
Jiangnan.

In a small townhouse on the first and second floors.

Li Dan lay on the bed and looked at Qin Tiezheng who was standing in front of the closet and getting dressed.

It's been two weeks.

Woke up so early every day.

"If you wake up so early in the future, you go downstairs to sleep."

Qin Tiezheng turned around and came to the head of the bed and leaned over to kiss Li Dan: "I'm going to sleep downstairs? How could I be willing to leave behind the cute little fairy and go to sleep downstairs? I'll finish my work in a few days, don't sleep when I wake up Breakfast is here, pack up and go to work after eating."

"I want you to pick me up."

"Okay, I hug!"

Li Dan simply washed his face, dragged on his slippers and took extremely reluctant steps, and came downstairs to have breakfast.

Looking at the milk, sandwiches, fried dough sticks, cold dishes and pickles on the table, Li Dan lost his appetite even more.

"What's all this, where is the black corn that Brother Biao gave you?"

"That's not hot, just take a bite."

"It's not as good as the food in the countryside. I won't eat it, you can eat it." Li Dan pouted, got up and was about to leave.

Qin Tiezheng said: "Nonsense, the rural breakfast can be so good."

"Brother Biao's house, there are vegetables and salted duck eggs. It looks like you have an appetite. You have grown up in their village these days, is it just to eat farm food? I think you are getting fat."

Qin Tiezheng smiled and said: "Don't tell me, the food at Brother Biao's is really good. They eat beans, eggplants, peppers, lettuce, lettuce, lettuce, lettuce, radish, and scallions. The eggs in the egg sauce are all laid by their domestic chickens, and they eat with five or six people in the family, and I always have an appetite."

"It sounds delicious." Li Dan said enviously.

She's had enough of takeaway, it's too oily, and it's all seasoning.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, so you can come to the village with me tomorrow." Qin Tiezheng said.

"Has Mrs. Biao come back?" Li Dan asked.

"not yet."

"Then I won't go. No one will stay and talk."

"Why not, you can talk to Brother Biao's grandma, let me tell you, grandma's storytelling is really nice, and besides, you can play with puppies, brother Biao's family has a bitch, it's fun .”

Li Dan was moved, she liked the little milk dog the most.

Otherwise, she would not marry Qin Tiezheng.

Pooh!
Where do you want to go.

She just loves puppy sucking!

Not for eating.

Qin Tiezheng wolfed down two steamed buns, and drank a glass of five yuan a glass, not knowing whether it was milk made from powdered milk or real milk.

Out of the sweet taste, you can hardly drink the milk taste, which is far worse than the goat milk from Brother Biao’s family.

"I'm leaving first. Brother Biao and the others have to go there early to prepare for the subsistence allowances in the village today." Qin Tiezheng said, took the car keys and bag, and went out.

Wangjiatun.

Next to the big pit in Tunzhong, under the old elm tree.

More than 20 people have gathered, and there are people coming from all directions.

The big pit is a dung storage pit dug by the production team. In winter, people from the Wangjiatun Brigade would drive donkeys, horses and ox carts, carrying dung baskets, shovels, etc., to the city to collect dung, and to dig dung in public toilets. Pull it back dozens of miles and put it in a pit, and leave it to spread in the field after it is fermented next spring.

At that time, there was no chemical fertilizer, and we all relied on manure to manage our households.

People at that time had a hard life. Every man who worked hard would have his ears and feet frostbitten in winter, and many people would cry from the cold, but he had to brave the severe cold of minus 30 degrees and walk dozens of miles Picking up dung in the city and earning three or four work points.

If you don't go, you won't get work points, and your family will go hungry.

Picking up this stinky manure and putting it on the field, I can't catch the food I grow, and I hand it all over to the country. The food I eat can only be exchanged for the last remaining food with work points.

It's a pity, not to mention the current people, but those urban people who lived on the food donated by the rural people back then. Those leaders have forgotten the credit of the farmers.

There was also a professor who shamelessly said that the peasants were stupid and deserved to be troubled, and that the peasants were useless. What's more sad is that no one from the government department came out to manage this person.

The big elm tree is a sacred object in Wangjiatun. It grows very lush and has a crown of tens of square meters. This tree is very old. It used to be a temple here, and then the small temple passed down for hundreds of years disappeared.

There is only one elm tree left.

Everyone in Wangjiatun remembers this place. Anyone who is an old man will come here to report to the temple, burn paper and burn tribute.

Wang Biao sat on a broken stone table under a tree.

Sitting on a white plastic writing board.

There is also a big speaker on the side.

"Wang Biao, who is written on it, show us guys."

"Da Biao, do you have our family?"

"My family is very difficult."

"Da Biao, why didn't you go to my house to find out the situation?"

Wang Biao pressed the board: "We will make an announcement when all the people arrive, and the mayor will be here at that time. The big guys will raise their opinions at that time. It is absolutely fair and just."

"Emma, ​​just show us what we can do first."

"I can still read the words."

Qin Tiezheng parked the car in the cool shade of the grass storehouse, and walked towards the crowd at the east end with his briefcase.

Separate the crowd and come to the stone table.

Ma Shijie, Jin Ming and others greeted each other with a smile.

"The mayor is here."

"Mayor, sit here."

"The mayor."

Wang Biao stood up and smiled at Qin Tiezheng: "Have you eaten in the morning? If you haven't eaten, let my mother warm up two ears of corn for you. This person is still a bit late. Don't worry about the meeting."

"No, I ordered takeaway in the morning. Is there anyone in the village? Ask someone to use a loudspeaker to say hello. We can't let so many people wait for them." Qin Tiezheng said.

"Everyone is here, and there is only one old man who works with the brigade and he won't use a loudspeaker." After putting away his mobile phone, Wang Biao picked up his mobile phone, opened Wangjiatun's WeChat group, and shouted: "I didn't come Hurry up and come to the meeting under the big elm tree, the mayor is here to preside over the meeting today, if you have any opinions, you can just respond to the mayor."

Qin Tiezheng purposely chose the old men and women who were older to chat and talk about family matters.

It is easier to learn some of the truest words from the mouths of these people.

"Master, are you seventy today?"

"71." Mr. Hu laughed.

Qin Tiezheng continued to ask: "Do you grow your own land or return it to the farm?"

"It's all back to the farm, and I can't grow it anymore when I'm old." Hu Laoqi said.

"How many people in your family, how much land have you sold in total?"

"There are currently four people in the Mumen family, the old Mumen couple, a grandson, and the eldest daughter-in-law. The eldest daughter-in-law is working in Dalian, and the grandson is studying in a technical school in the city. They have sold two acres and four acres of land. 6000 yuan." Hu Laoqi said.

"It's a lot of money, can you save 1 yuan this year?" Qin Tiezheng said happily.

Under his rule, the per capita gross income of just selling land has reached more than 6000, which is a great thing.

Boss Hu made a fuss: "1 yuan? Even 2000 yuan can't be saved. As for my grandson, he only needs six or seven yuan a day to smoke cigarettes. His living expenses and tuition plus her grandma's heart disease medicine cost him [-] yuan. Oh, well, if my eldest son is alive..."

Qin Tiezheng was instantly embarrassed.

I can't talk today.

Wang Biao smiled and said, "How big is your big goose? Is it enough to eat what you planted?"

As soon as Hu Laoqi heard Wang Biao's question, his expression changed, and he said with a smile: "Enough to eat, this grass is really good, it grows fast, and the big geese are willing to eat it, but that piggy in my family is boasting, that long grass is so good. Fat is fast."

"How many geese are left now?" Wang Biao asked.

"There are 35 left, five were ruined, and there are more than 30 little stupid chickens." Hu Lao said.

As soon as he said this, he became energetic, "It's not too young, Wang Biao, can you really sell it all by then?"

Wang Biao said with a smile: "Don't worry, I can't sell it. I will buy it personally, but I suggest that your family don't sell it and save it for next year's goose eggs. You can sell it for two or three yuan at least, and you will leave thirty. Even if a big mother goose picks up fifteen eggs a day, that’s three to forty yuan, more than 40 a month, and there’s a lot of grass in summer, how much corn can you feed?”

"Then let me think about it again, ah, this goose egg is so big, only two or three yuan is too cheap, other people buy stupid eggs for one yuan and five dollars." Boss Hu said, smacking his teeth.

"I'm talking about the wholesale price. Of course it will be higher if you sell it yourself."

"Da Biao, when will our village build roads? It's already August, can it be repaired?" one person asked.

His words immediately caused a chain reaction.

They have been looking forward to the construction of concrete roads in the village for a long time.

But seeing that other villages are under construction, there is no movement in this village, so anxious.

"Why don't you come one by one? Next week, we'll be in our village. Let me tell you, hurry up with processed noodles, corn noodles, etc. Otherwise, you'll have to pave the road and you won't be able to walk for more than ten days. You can only get on the car during the maintenance period." Wang Biao said.

The big guys laughed when they heard that they believed it. They still believed Wang Biao's words.

One after another, another six or seven people came under the big elm tree.

Wang Biao took a look and it was almost the same. The announcement of the number of poor households and low-income households used to be written on big red paper and posted on the wall.

For the sake of fairness and justice, he thought of announcing it in front of the whole village, so that anyone who has an opinion can raise it face to face and resolve it face to face.

"The number of people coming is almost there, so let's start announcing it now."

As he spoke, he stood up, picked up a white writing board nearly one and a half meters wide and hung it on a piece of raised elm bark.

"This is the list of poor households, low-income households, and five-guarantee households selected this time. Let's see if there is any objection."

"Who chose this? I can't read."

"You read it to us."

"Okay, I'll have someone read it to you." Wang Biao stretched out his hand and pulled a little girl who was crowded in front to watch the fun.

"Niece, come and read to them."

The little girl is Zhao Ranran, Zhao Bing's girl, who is in the fifth grade of primary school.

Zhao Ranran was very shy: "Master, I won't read it, you can read it yourself."

"It's the end of it. After reading, the uncle will give you two yuan to buy popsicles."

Zhao Shitou smiled and said, "Granddaughter, hurry up and read, your uncle is going to buy you popsicles."

The little girl didn't speak, but her brother who was four years younger than her shouted.

"Grandpa, I'll read, you buy me popsicles."

Wang Biao rubbed his head, and said to the little girl, "If you don't read, the popsicle will belong to your brother."

"I read, sir, he doesn't even know a few words." The little girl said loudly.

Can't let the Popsicle get away.

The little boy couldn't help being angry: "Why don't I know you?"

"What does this word read?" The little girl asked suddenly, pointing to a word.

The little boy was stunned all of a sudden, biting his fingernails and unable to speak.

"Okay, my eldest niece will read."

Then the little girl raised her head and shouted proudly: "Liu Dafu, Wang Hui, Liang Meijuan, He Lin"

At this time, a woman's roar sounded in the crowd.

"Hey, why doesn't Wang Biao have me here? Why did my family cancel it?"

Qin Tiezheng heard the sound and saw that she was a middle-aged and elderly woman with rouge, powder, eyebrows and lines drawn. She was very well dressed and wore two big gold earrings.

Listen to this voice, this person has been enjoying the treatment of poor households before?
He couldn't help looking at Wang Biao inquiringly, wanting to ask about the woman's situation, but it was not appropriate to ask at the moment.

Wang Biao smiled and knew who it was without looking at the person.

This is the third aunt of the old Zhao family, a figure from his grandmother's generation.

One of the only customers in his mahjong room.

"Third Auntie, your life is going well, it's already beyond the limit, so." He smiled very gently, even with a hint of flattery and fear.

The women in this village made a fuss, which was very scary.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"Which family is over the line? My family is so poor these days. There are only two people. How much money do I have to spend for headaches and brain fever this year?"

Dozens of people in Wangjiatun looked at Sangu Zhao, and some even whispered applause.

What's more, I want to watch the excitement and see how Wang Biao solves this problem.

Seeing this, Ma Shijie took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff beautifully, pinched his two and a half eyes, and looked at Wang Biao playfully.

I'll see how your kid handles this.

Wang Biao tried his best to make his attitude milder, and said: "Third aunt, you see that your old daughter is also married, even if your family only grows two pieces of land, but my uncle works in the oil field and earns three or four thousand dollars a month. , just this one, it’s over the limit, as for the car, we don’t count it, I can’t help it, third aunt, the rules are there.”

"That's your uncle. He makes money, but all his money is used to pay off his son's marriage and mortgage. How can our family have any money?" Zhao Sangu yelled, piercing her waist.

The big guy turned his face to Zhao Sangu again.

Those who knew the details knew what was going on, and many people who didn't know looked at Zhao Sangu with strange eyes.

Feelings like this.

It seems that what others say is true.

The wife that Zhao Sangu later found is really bad. It seems that she really doesn't even pay her for medical treatment.

Just as Wang Biao was about to speak, Zhao Zhanhai's sister-in-law over there took a look at the situation and stood up from the ground, saying, "Wang Biao, I'm all by myself. Your uncle is gone. I should report to the Five Guarantees for everything." Yes, why did you cancel it for me?"

"Big grandma, you sit down first, my third aunt and I have finished dealing with her family's affairs, and now we are dealing with yours."

Wang Biao said to Aunt Zhao without changing his attitude: "Auntie, since my family installed the mahjong machine, you have played mahjong for our family. You have taken care of our family's business, and our family gets along well with you. It's all true, and I believe it too, but to put it bluntly, it is an internal matter of your family. Jiangyuan City stipulates that the per capita net income exceeds [-]. Large-scale agricultural machinery such as coupler machines cannot be reported."

Third Aunt Zhao stared and scolded: "Who the hell is paying for my family? I don't even know how much money my family earns a year? That wicked bastard is doing it for me? Why don't you stand up for me? Come on!" Let me tell you where the money came from."

(End of this chapter)