After finding out everything here, Song Tan was about to get in the car when she suddenly saw a familiar face standing by the road, smiling and waving at her:
"Song Tan."
"Little... Secretary Zhu."
He is the young party secretary of the village.
I haven't seen Zhu Jun for a while. His hair has become much shorter and his skin looks a little darker than before, but his spirits are still high.
"You are..." Song Tan looked at the big black bag she was carrying:
"Come to town for a meeting?"
Zhu Jun smiled and said, "Why would you have a meeting so early in the morning? I'm here to do something and I'm going to go downtown."
She looked at Song Tan's empty car: "Not selling vegetables today? Then go to the city? Give me a ride."
Song Tan nodded: "I plan to buy a small tricycle for my dad."
Turning his head, he remembered something and asked, "Does this require a license plate or a driver's license?"
Zhu Jun laughed out loud: "Logically...Logically, there are none in this town."
Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief.
I am really afraid of the layers of policies nowadays.
The passenger seat was tidied up a bit and Zhu Jun got into the car as if he was familiar with the place.
At this moment, he sighed: "The transportation in the village is really inconvenient. My car had some problems and was sent for repair. These two days, I have to rely on the shuttle bus that connects every village to go out!"
"That's right," Song Tan also laughed, "otherwise why are there fewer and fewer people in the village? It's because they are in the mountains and can't get out."
Zhu Jun also nodded: "That's the truth. If people can't go out, opportunities can't go out, and education and medical care are even more difficult to go out. So, young people finally run away."
Probably, all the backward mountain villages gradually fell silent in this way.
However, although she said these frustrated words, her expression was positive: "But you are talking about the current situation. But I guess, with you here, our village will prosper soon."
She turned her head and looked at Song Tan: "I heard that the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest can be sold for 21 kilograms? Song Tan, you really must have learned some skills secretly before coming back."
She still hasn't figured out where he learned this skill.
But think about it, if it could be figured out so easily, then everyone would have the ability to grow crops and get rich, so why would there be a difference between green organic vegetables and ordinary vegetables
When you can't respond, just smile.
Song Tan smiled in a very standard way.
Zhu Jun was not a talkative person, so he chatted for a while and then flipped through his big black bag:
"However, I also happen to have some good news to tell you - the subsidy and review for the family farm you applied for last time, the city notified me yesterday that the documents have been approved."
"Now you can formally register a family farm name online. If there is an opportunity, the city will help you attract traffic online."
"But..." She smiled helplessly: "You also know that our Yuncheng is too small, and it can't even make a splash on the Internet. Even if the urban area can attract traffic, don't expect anything. Our capabilities are really limited."
Song Tan laughed, "I'm prepared."
"As for the subsidy..." Zhu Jun pondered for a moment: "Because the assessment period for some projects is very long, many people will come to assess them before and after. Some will issue formal notices, and some will conduct on-site assessments privately."
"But as long as you don't falsify the data, no one should be able to stop you in this area."
That's enough.
Song Tan nodded: "Don't worry."
The car was driving steadily on the road. The fields on both sides were already lush and green. A large patch of rapeseed flowers on the roadside were about to wither, and produced sparse, long green pods.
Zhu Jun thought for a moment and said, "After the document is issued today, you'd better take some time to come to the administrative hall and file a case with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau for your farm."
"No matter you open an online store or sell in a group online, you only need to apply for tax exemption at the Industrial and Commercial Tax Office regularly."
"In addition, the scope of family farm breeding will also be relaxed as appropriate, including the sale of your pigs to foreign countries, as long as the basic quarantine is passed, it will also be allowed."
This is really a pleasant surprise.
Song Tan was aware from the beginning that agricultural products were tax-free.
But nowadays there are many restrictions on domesticated livestock in rural areas. She had been thinking about choosing one of these pigs to hold a pig-killing banquet, and if someone liked one, the rest could be taken back whole.
I don’t plan to sell many, three at most.
After all, there are too many people eating at home now.
But with Zhu Jun's words, everything seems reasonable and legal. Isn't that better
She agreed very readily: "Okay, then I will take you directly to the administrative hall later, we will wait together, and I will buy a tricycle after I finish my business - are you in a hurry?"
Zhu Jun smiled with his eyes curved: "I was waiting for you to say this. Otherwise, I would have to squeeze into the village bus and take a long detour to get back to the village."
"Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry today."
Just as Zhu Jun said, everything went smoothly. I just had to go up and down the administrative center a few more times and all the procedures were completed.
As for buying a car... once the money is in place, it is indeed a very quick thing to do.
When the pickup trucks drove back to the village, Song Tan had just pushed the two trucks down when he saw the three people who were transplanting rice paddies walking back from the field with their feet covered in mud.
"Come on, come on, sit down!"
Song Tan quickly directed Qiao Qiao to dig out three plastic buckets that had been used to store sundries from the house.
These barrels are a bit old, and there are some messy scratches and marks on the bright red barrels.
She took out a few plastic bags, put them on top, and Qiao Qiao poured the hot ginger soup into them with the bucket.
The three of them sat on the bench and put their washed legs and feet in together.
Now it was afternoon, the sun was shining, our legs and feet were warm, and we all shivered again:
"Oh, this is so hot and comfortable."
Old man Li was so happy that he had to pretend to be strong: "But I have done all kinds of work, including making ginger soup. The older I get, the more meticulous I become."
The seventh cousin who was in charge of making ginger soup looked down on him for being stubborn while taking care of his health, and snorted and laughed:
"Yes, you're old now! When I was young, I could cook for hundreds of people a day, but now I can only cook for dozens at most. Your health is not good anymore!"
How can this person still speak like this? !
Old man Li was also annoyed and simply ignored him. He turned around and said to Song Tan, "Tan Tan, tell your chef tonight that I want to eat the twice-cooked pork with garlic sprouts."
In fact, his seventh cousin was only two meters away from him, much closer than Song Tan.
Song Tan tried to hold back his laughter.
"Okay," she said, just to please the old man. She quickly took out a long strip of pork belly from the back of the truck:
"Seventh cousin, I bought the meat you asked for."
The seventh cousin also hummed, took out the onion, ginger and seasonings, put the meat into the pot, and slowly started to cook it.