80 widows in the control group, eating melons and raising cubs are poor and happy

Song Jingyun and Lu Pingwan happily agreed to eat. After struggling all the way, they felt hungry and tired the moment they saw the person.

But how to eat the meal is also a problem.

The county magistrate on the other side has not left yet, and even because the leader has arrived, no one is in the mood to eat.

The county magistrate wanted to wait for Song Jingyun and Lu Pingwan to nod, Zhou Xiangnan wanted to wait for the county magistrate to sit down, and the others just wanted to watch the fun, it didn't matter whether they were hungry or not, they just wanted to know what was going on.

Why did the driver of the car want to find Bai Liu and her son-in-law by name?
Why is the county magistrate so respectful? Who is he?

More importantly, it doesn't matter if they are hungry for a while. If they can eat with the county magistrate, even if they are not at the same table, it will be the same meal. This past event can be used to brag and show off in the future.

Zhao Kuifa understood everyone's psychology, so he specially asked Huang Feng to come over and invite the noble man to eat. Otherwise, if others didn't tell him, he would probably blame Bai Liu for being ignorant.

As a result, after leaving, Huang Fenglai did bring two noble people with him when he came back, but how could he call each other his in-laws?
Come on, the position of the main table also needs to be adjusted.

Except for the Zhou family father, son and leaders, everyone else became Bai Liu's family.

The Zhou family was still not sure what happened. Zhou Xiangnan got up first after thinking for a while and said: "Today my niece's admission notice arrived, and we just wanted to celebrate it with everyone. I just said that there were magpies calling on the trees in the yard today. , it turned out to be the arrival of several people..."

Song Jingyun and Lu Pingwan grew up in the south, and later went to Europe and the United States and settled in Hong Kong. They spoke many languages. Northeastern dialect was not difficult to understand. They quickly understood Zhou Xiangnan's words.

Song Jingyun said without hesitation: "It's a happy event for the child to be admitted to college. I came in a hurry and didn't prepare a gift. I gave the child a red envelope to express our congratulations."

The red paper was all given to him by the jelly beans just now!
In the past few years, every household's life has become a little better than before. In the past, they used to get a few eggs or brown sugar and other things to eat at a banquet, but now most of them get money.

As much as seven or eight yuan, as little as one or two yuan, or as little as fifty cents.

But the red envelopes handed over by Song Jingyun were quite large at first glance.

Zhou Xiangnan couldn't accept this money.

"No, no, no, you are here to give us face, we can't ask for red envelopes." Zhou Xiangnan immediately refused.

He had just heard the county magistrate tell him Song Jingyun's identity, and the person standing in front of him now was someone with whom no amount of people could find a relationship.

Listening to Huang Fenglai's words just now, he could tell that the relationship between Song Jingyun and his wife and Song Jiaying was better than he imagined.

If he heard and guessed correctly, Song Jingyun might have recognized Song Jia as his son. With this relationship, he would definitely cling to it.

As long as an ordinary person leaks a little bit from the cracks of his fingers, he will enjoy endless glory and wealth from now on.

Zhou Xiangnan's awe-inspiring performance of justice was reflected in the eyes of the old fox Song Jingyun by the young man's boldness and a little calculation.

Song Jingyun didn't have any extra time to think, so he insisted on handing over the red envelope: "A happy event is a happy event, and I'm here to be happy."

Zhou Xiangnan thought that it was not impossible to take it first, and then took Sanya and his children with him to get close to each other in the name of thanking him.

By the way, Fu Bao and Tangdou are good friends. Fu Bao is a lucky kid, and most elders like Fu Bao.

"Then I will accept it on Sanya's behalf and let her thank you later." Zhou Xiangnan sincerely thanked you.Song Jingyun was noncommittal, but Lu Pingwan later talked to Huang Feng about the younger generations of the Bai family. Zhou Xiucai's wife was not at the table, so he had to take the opportunity to mention his grandchildren and granddaughters.

Zhao Kuifa didn't know what to say to Song Jingyun, and the farmers and capitalists had nothing to say. I heard that they could do business worth hundreds of thousands or even millions with just a few words. Over the years, he had only seen tens of thousands of dollars when doing accounting in the village. dollars...but it's not his money.

Everyone has different channels for obtaining information. If he knew that Song Jingyun was doing business worth hundreds of millions or even billions, he might not dare to sit down now.

"Brother, when I came here, I saw farmland on the roadside. How much does the food here cost?" Song Jingyun actually took the initiative to talk.

When it comes to things he is familiar with, Zhao Kuifa can speak immediately: "We grow more wheat here, and the purchase price is [-] kilograms, and less rice... Of course this is the best grain. If the grain station has a low rating, It will be less. Life is much better now, at least I can eat fine food."

"At the most difficult time, we couldn't keep any fine grains we grew, so we handed them all in. We only had coarse grains like sorghum and corn to eat."

Song Jingyun has never bought vegetables or grains in his life. He has been a young master since he was born. Later, he was not around when the country was undergoing three major reforms. He has never lived a hard life in his life. How can he know anything about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

But he understands economics.

"Domestic food is very tight. In the past few years, I helped import large quantities of food into the country, and international food prices were higher than domestic prices." Song Jingyun talked about things that farmers were interested in, and explained in the eyes of everyone's doubts, "In the past few years, international food prices were affected. Due to oil and other influences, bulk grain prices have generally risen."

"How much is the purchase price of grain from the US emperor?" Zhao Kuifa was a little curious.

Song Jingyun thought for a moment: "It's about 25 cents, which is not much for them."

After all, farmers are suffering. According to the traditional intensive farming methods, it is difficult for farmers to have enough to eat.

Zhao Kuifa sighed: "It's not easy. Now the world is better. In addition to farming, we can also work during the slack time..."

Song Jingyun and Zhao Kuifa are about the same age. They are in their 60s. One is pampered and the other is full of vicissitudes of life. However, Zhao Kuifa's actual life in the countryside is already considered good.

Song Jingyun recalled the black soil he saw when he came back and said solemnly: "The plain is suitable for large-scale agricultural development. I will provide help to the relevant departments."

There are limits to what he can do, and many things are not just a matter of investment and money.

Bai Liu felt a strange feeling when she looked at the scene in front of her. She approached Song Jiaying and said, "It seems like it's okay?"

It was okay that she didn't say anything, but the two of them had a tacit understanding.

Even though they don't know each other, and even have no common language because of the huge class gap, Song Jingyun and Lu Pingwan are willing to take the first step and work hard to create a harmonious atmosphere. They are not so kind, just for Song Jiaying.

Money and environment can erect icebergs between people, but family love can also melt ice and snow.

Because of Song Jiaying's existence, Song Jingyun and Lu Pingwan were willing to try to contact the place where he lived and communicate with the villagers who had been kind to him.

Can Song Jiaying remain indifferent?

Bai Liu's gaze was a bit scorching. Song Jiaying turned his head slightly and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "They will definitely not leave today. Will they stay at home tonight?"

That being said, how could she say they were not allowed to live there?
Bai Liu's eyes widened instantly. Song Jia should not be ignorant about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the future, right?