Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, also gave a thumbs up: "I just said that the old lady has a plan!"
"Come on!" She returned to the topic: "Are you sure the Zhang Wang family won't regret it?"
Song Tan said calmly: "My dad just said something right. As a man, he knows everything he needs to know. Uncle Zhang asked me to take him to the city to do will notarization before. Now he is still working in our house. I He also said that I will be responsible for my affairs when I get old..."
"If he regrets it and wants to count on his son at this time, I don't care. But based on his character, he probably wouldn't be able to continue doing this job."
The land has been contracted out, and they have helped to earn the money. If he stops working now, will his three children be able to collect 3,000 yuan in salary for him every month?
Even if you think about it, you know it’s impossible!
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, raised his thumb and said, "You can see clearly - hey, hey, that car! Does that car passing by on the road belong to his children?"
How does Song Tan know about this?
It’s just that there is really only one family living in the back mountain.
She thought for a while: "It should be - ask for the license plate later."
…
But in the hot room, Zhang Wang's eyes were reddish, and there was a fierce look on his face:
“Come! Let them come! If they want money, they will get a beating from me first!”
The reason why I didn’t spank my child before was because I felt sorry for my child. Now I don’t spank him. Is it because I am afraid that these beasts will sue me?
Say goodbye! Just sue!
Zhang Wang’s family said bitterly: “I’m not afraid even if the whole country knows about it, except that I didn’t educate them well, I don’t feel guilty!”
Just at this moment, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu opened the door and came in: "Uncle, does that license plate number XXXX belong to your son?"
Zhang Wang’s family suddenly stood up: “That’s him!”
Then he wrapped the big cotton-padded jacket hanging on a chair beside him, raised his legs and lowered them, and rushed out the door. Just in time, another taxi passed by the door, followed by a roaring motorcycle.
Same direction, who else could this be for? !
Everyone crowded over, and Song Tan even got on the tricycle: "Come on, Mom, Dad, all of you, come up!"
He asked again: "Teacher Song, Teacher Tang, would you like to go and see them?"
Ouch! The old lady thought about it, and her heart was scratching her head! But isn’t this a sad thing for people? I was afraid that outsiders would come over and poke my heart out, so I kept silent.
This is also the way old men and women should behave - stay out of other people's housework.
Generally speaking, only the inside and outside of management are not human.
But it seems to be different this time...
The old lady glanced at Zhang Wang's house and saw that he had turned the handle of his tricycle and was already heading up the mountain. So without hesitation, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng helped him get into the car: "Let's go!"
Xiao Zhu Party Secretary and Zhang Yanping Xin Jun:…
They looked at Qiaoqiao and then at Dadu—
No matter how small it is, it is still a three-wheeler! Can be plugged!
For a time, the small mountain village was filled with various three-wheelers, and the atmosphere became as exciting and tense as if a racing car was about to take place at any moment.
On the mountain, Zhang Baojiang muttered to his wife all the way: "This village looks very spacious. Look, the road has been built right in front of the house!"
After speaking, he looked at it from a distance and curled his lips: "It's only a short distance away, why don't we build it to the old house?" Few houses in the village are built on the main road, and they are usually some distance from the main road. Those who are more particular will make the road in front of their house made of cement during road construction.
This branch is usually not far away and doesn’t cost much.
The daughter-in-law came up with an idea: "Isn't this going to be impossible for our dad? Then he definitely doesn't have time to talk to the road builders about it... Ordinarily, since you are the eldest son, this house should be yours, right?"
"That must be mine." Zhang Baojiang was very confident: "According to our old rules, I can also take the majority of the land... But our family doesn't have much land. I remember in a daze that there was a hillside of kudzu in front of the door, and a few more A small vegetable garden and two acres of land..."
He gradually recalled the past, and finally concluded angrily: "My parents are honest people. They had no vision when the land was divided. Our family also has a mountain, which is far away...it is all next to the hill of the next village. The mountain There is nothing, just trees, and now the government won’t let them be cut down.”
It is true that each province has standards for tree felling in rural areas every year, and a province only has so many. There is no problem in cutting down two trees at home and burning them for firewood, but if you want to rest and restore the mountains... No way!
The daughter-in-law sighed: "At that time, he only used firewood for the fire, and it wouldn't hurt to have a big mountain. Even if we follow these rules and regulations now, no one would want to give them to others..."
The two of them muttered about this and that, and finally the car drove to the door of their house.
Because they have raised three children, Zhang Wang’s family is not considered a strong laborer, so their house. It was one of the worst in the village. It didn't even bother to build the simplest brick and stone wall, only the simplest layer of fence.
It is made of broken bamboo, which needs to be replaced every two years. When the old lady was here, it would be covered with morning glory and honeysuckle in summer and autumn.
It is winter now, and the fence is dark and about to rot. Through the fence wall, you can see grass growing in the cracks in the yard.
A scene of depression.
This situation and scene are just right!
So Wu Mei slapped her thigh and rushed towards the yard while whimpering: "Dad! Dad! How come a good person suddenly becomes like this-"
However, after just two steps, I heard the sound of car horns and motorcycles roaring behind me.
The original crying stopped suddenly, Wu Mei and Zhang Baojiang turned their heads together, their faces could not help but look sad.
The people who got off the taxi were Zhang Baohe and his wife, and the people on the motorcycle behind him were his sister Baolan and her family.
Everyone unanimously did not take the children with them.
Looking at what I was carrying...what a coincidence, there were 6 boxes of exactly the same milk.
Everyone looked at each other with unhappy expressions.
It was my sister Baolan who spoke first: "Brother, I don't even know what to say. Dad can't even do it anymore. If you don't even tell us, that's my real dad!"
She snorted coldly: "I know you want to come alone to coax his things, but you are too evil. There are three of us brothers and sisters!"
"That's right!" Zhang Baohe also had a serious expression on his face: "Brother, this is a new era. We don't want to talk about the old talk in the past, about the eldest son and grandson getting 80% of the land. That's not possible!"
As soon as he said this, Zhang Baojiang breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, he and his wife looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh: "I'm not sure about this either? I don't want to say it out loud and make you panic..."
"Baohe Baolan, look at what you are saying, the eldest son and eldest grandson want 80% of the land...Am I that kind of person? If I don't even come back, why would I want rural land!"
"If you want it, you two can share it. As the eldest son and eldest grandson, all I can do is to do something honorable and honorable for the old man - he only has tens of thousands of dollars, and there is still something left after this." How many?"
He sighed with a look on his face: "I don't want anything."
Update 2, it’s another stable day!
Don’t think that people in the village are not good at acting. There used to be mourners in rural areas. In addition, I have also seen people chatting and laughing outside the door, but tears streaming down their faces as soon as they enter...
11.18 Supplement: The update on the 19th is not on time and will be much later.