Chapter 361 361. What grievances have you suffered?
Song Tan understood clearly that no matter how angry her father was, he was still a biological brother. The two of them had not been without brotherly love back then.
And her grandparents...Grandma has been silent in the kitchen, and Wu Lan rarely suppressed the anger of coming out to fight, just to save the two father-in-law...
In this case, didn’t the uncle say that he was wronged? What kind of grievances have been suffered, one by one, it is clear.
At this moment, she raised her head slightly and saw Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, also climbing up from the field ridge, and then hurried over here.
Song Dafang and Mao Li were still standing at the door of the yard, supporting each other—they were really scared!
Song Tan was curious again: "They are very skilled in this posture, can they really bite people?"
"How is that possible!" Sun Shouping became proud: "The family takes care of their treasures and raises them as their own children, how can they be willing to let them bite people? How dirty!"
“It’s mainly because I have this project during training. I just stand around and shout. In case there is someone with bad intentions, it can at least create a strong influence.”
“Bite will never open its mouth until it is a critical moment of life or death.”
At the same time, he did not forget to brag about himself: "Don't worry, the dogs I trained will not cause trouble. This is first-rate!"
Not causing trouble not only saves the masters' worries, but also takes care of their lives.
Song Tan nodded, then slowly walked over and stood quietly in front of the car window, blocking the driver's door.
Then he waved to Sun Shouping, and he called the three big dogs back to his side with a greeting.
Until then, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu took a deep breath, tried his best to maintain his posture as a cadre, and walked over slowly:
“What’s going on? I heard the noise at your house from afar.”
What a selfless look!
Song Tan secretly praised her, and then described the words concisely and clearly:
“My uncle doesn’t want to support my grandpa and feels that he is being wronged at home.”
“What? There is such a thing!”
Party Secretary Xiao Zhu was full of surprise: "It seems that in terms of ideological and moral character, I still haven't done a good job! Well, I can't let the old people encounter unfilial descendants, and I can't let the children suffer in vain - come on, uncle, what grievances have you suffered? Why don’t you want to support me? Tell me everything.”
After saying that, she looked at Uncle Song's cheeks that had turned from pale to red, and she smiled particularly kindly:
“Don’t worry, I’m the branch secretary of this village, my name is Zhu Jun. Just call me Zhu branch secretary. If you have any grievances, tell me!”
Song Dafang: ...He is not brainless. If he has any grievances, he can just complain to his family. What can he say to the village party secretary?
At this moment, he hesitated: "I...what...I still have things to do at home...right...I have to go back..."
However, he saw Song Tan still standing there firmly and not moving:
“Uncle, didn’t you say that you were wronged at home and grandpa was partial? You can’t leave now.”
“Let’s make it clear, if my dad owes you something, is it okay if I take his place?”
Then two slaps pushed the backs of Song Dafang and Mao Li, one on the left and the other on the right, causing the two of them to follow them straight back to the yard involuntarily, as if their heels didn't even touch the ground.
Before Song Dafang and Mao Li's exclamations came, they saw Qiao Qiao had already moved a few stools obediently and arranged them in the center of the yard for everyone:
“Sister Party Secretary, sit down.”
“Good boy.”
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, pretended to be an official on TV, and felt a little excited. Now looking at Song Dafang's appearance, he became even more kind:
“Come, tell me—let’s start with you when you were a child. What wrongs did we suffer when we were children?”
She even opened the notebook she was carrying, as if she was ready to record it at any time.
Song Dafang thought about it for a while. He wanted to say that when he was a child, he was doing farm work at home, but his younger brother was sitting on the roadside playing. But then he thought about it, how old was Song Sancheng at that time, what else could he do besides playing?
Then the mouth opened and closed. Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, did not rush at all, as if he was extra considerate: "What? It doesn't matter if you can't think of it when you were a child - let's talk about the grievances you felt when you got married. For example, when you two got married."
What kind of injustice did you suffer from getting married?
Song Dafang thought about it again and again: Mao Li was a well-known nimble woman from all over the country, so he married her. The bride price cost 200 yuan!
And his sister-in-law Wu Lan came in a few years later, and was given a gift of 200 yuan, which was the same on both sides... Song Dafang was stuck again.
"fine."
Party Secretary Xiao Zhu’s smile was still so kind: “I couldn’t tell you when I got married. Does that mean your family keeps asking you to provide subsidies after you get married? Come on, tell me how much money you spent.”
Well, Song Dafang can’t even tell.
I buy things during the holidays. In the past two years, if it’s the birthday or Chinese New Year of old men and women, I will give them 300 or 500, but how much money can I have?
He couldn't open his mouth either.
His abacus is an abacus, and he actually understands everything in his heart. Not only him, but Mao Li looked at the village cadres now and didn't dare to act stupid.
When I took stock at this moment, I felt my face was burning and I was speechless.
Looking at the way the young branch secretary looked at him again, he became even more embarrassed and annoyed.
Song Dafang could only cough dryly and ignore the strange looks in the courtyard: "Zhu Zhishu, you are young and may not understand some of the customs in our village..."
Zhu Jun closed the book, suddenly changed his face, and looked at them seriously: "What custom?"
“When I was young, I tried to find ways to get money from the elderly, without caring about the life of the family. When I get older, I don’t want to fulfill my support obligations. I only know how to complain about grievances and blame others. Do you want to talk about these ‘customs’?”
After she said these words, she did not give Song Dafang a chance to refute, but directly turned to look at Song Youde, who was smoking silently at the side:
"Old man, as a member of the village, I need to mediate as much as possible right now."
“Look, is there any misunderstanding between you father and son that I need to clarify?”
“Mediating for what?”
Song Youde didn’t even look at Song Dafang:
"There is no need to mediate. I have hands and feet, and I don't expect my son to take care of me in old age. If I really die on the bed, the village will not see me and there is no place to bury me."
Song Sancheng quickly said: "Dad, don't worry, I definitely can't-"
Before he finished speaking, Wulan glared at him fiercely, and then he sighed a few times before he realized what he had said.
So he quickly made up for it: "What, I definitely can't let you die -"
Forget it, no more remedies.
Let him remain mute.
Zhu Jun took a few deep breaths, then barely suppressed his desire to laugh out loud, and then stared at Song Dafang:
"I understand everything. Neither you nor your son accept mediation. And you really don't want to fulfill your support obligations now, so Mr. Song has unilaterally severed ties with you, right?"
“But old man, we do not legally recognize this—”
"It doesn't matter. Just know it in your heart." Song Tan said with a smile:
“We are not like those ruthless people who abandon our families just for a few dollars.”
It’s written! happy! Ah, I can only see Huahua again tomorrow...
Good morning Dragon Fighter!
(End of this chapter)