Song Tan understood clearly that no matter how angry her father was, he was still her brother, and they had a brotherly love for each other back then.
And her grandparents... Grandma stayed in the kitchen without saying anything, and Wulan also suppressed her anger and came out to fight, just to leave some sympathy for the grandfather and grandmother...
In this case, didn't the uncle say he was wronged? What wrongs did he suffer? Let's clarify them one by one.
At this moment, she raised her head slightly and saw Secretary Xiao Zhu also climbing up from the ridge of the field, and then hurried over here.
Song Dafang and Mao Li were still standing at the gate of the yard, supporting each other - they were really scared!
Song Tan was curious again: "They look quite skilled in this posture, can they really bite people?"
"How is that possible!" Sun Shouping said proudly, "We treat them like our own children, how can we bear to let them bite people? It's so dirty!"
"It's mainly because we have this project during training. We just surround them and shout. In case there are people with bad intentions, at least we can show our power."
"I will never open my mouth until it is a life-or-death situation."
At the same time, he did not forget to brag about himself: "Don't worry, the dogs I trained don't cause trouble. This is first-class!"
Not causing trouble not only saves the owner from worry, but is also for their own good.
Song Tan nodded, then slowly walked over, stood quietly in front of the car window, and blocked the driver's door.
Then he waved to Sun Shouping, who called the three big dogs back to his side.
It was only then that Secretary Zhu took a deep breath, tried to maintain his posture, and walked over slowly:
"What's going on? I heard the noise coming from your house from far away."
What an impartial look!
Song Tan secretly praised her, and then described the words concisely:
"My uncle doesn't want to support my grandfather because he feels he is being treated unfairly at home."
"What? There is such a thing!"
Secretary Xiao Zhu was full of surprise: "It seems that I am still not doing enough in terms of ideology and morality! Let me put it this way, I can't let the old man suffer from unfilial descendants, nor can I let the children suffer in vain - come, uncle, what injustice have you suffered? Why don't you support me? Tell me everything clearly."
After saying this, she looked at Uncle Song's face, which had just turned from pale to red, and smiled very kindly:
"Don't worry, I'm the village party secretary, my name is Zhu Jun, you can just call me Party Secretary Zhu - if you have any grievances, please tell me!"
Song Dafang: … He is not stupid. If he has any grievances, he can just complain to his own family. Why would he tell the village party secretary
At this moment, he hesitated: "I... well... I have something to do at home... yeah... I have to go back..."
But Song Tan still stood there firmly without moving:
"Uncle, didn't you say that you were wronged at home and that grandpa was partial to you? You can't wait to leave."
"Let's be clear. If my dad owes you something, can I pay it back for him?"
Then two palms were pressed on the backs of Song Dafang and Mao Li, one on the left and one on the right, causing them to involuntarily follow him back to the yard, as if their heels did not even touch the ground.
Before Song Dafang and Mao Li could even exclaim, Qiao Qiao had already obediently moved a few stools and lined them up in the middle of the yard.
"Sister Secretary, please sit down."
"Good boy."
Secretary Zhu was trying to imitate the official posture on TV, and he was a little excited. But when he saw Song Dafang's expression, he became even more amiable:
"Come on, tell me - start from your childhood. What kind of injustice did you suffer when you were a child?"
She even opened the notebook she brought with her, looking ready to take notes at any time.
What kind of grievances did you suffer as a child
Song Dafang thought about it. He wanted to say that when he was a child, he was doing farm work at home while his younger brother was sitting on the roadside playing - but then he thought, Song Sancheng was only a few years old at that time, what else could he do besides playing
Then his mouth opened and closed again.
Secretary Zhu didn't push me at all, and seemed to be particularly considerate: "Why? It doesn't matter if you can't think of it when you were a child. How about this, tell me about a grievance you experienced when you started a family. For example, when you two got married."
What injustice did you suffer in marriage
Song Dafang thought again and again: Mao Li was a well-known skillful woman in the area, and marrying her would cost 200 yuan!
His brother's wife, Wulan, came into the family a few years later and was also given a betrothal gift of 200 yuan. It was the same for both sides... Song Dafang was stuck again.
"fine."
Secretary Zhu smiled in the same friendly way: "You couldn't tell me when you got married, so is it that your family keeps asking you for subsidies after you got married? Come on, tell me how much money you spent."
Well, Song Dafang couldn’t say anything more.
I buy things during festivals. In the past two years, I would give 300 or 500 yuan to my parents for their birthdays or during the Chinese New Year, but how much money can I have
He couldn't open his mouth either.
He was calculating, but he actually understood everything. Not only him, but Mao Li also looked at the village cadres and didn't dare to play dumb anymore.
When I think about it now, I feel my face burning and I can't speak.
When he looked at the way the young party secretary in front of him was looking at him, he became even more embarrassed and angry.
Song Dafang could only cough dryly, ignoring the strange looks in the yard: "Secretary Zhu, you are young and may not understand some of the customs in our village..."
Zhu Jun closed the book, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at them seriously: "What custom?"
"When you are young, you try to get money from the elderly, regardless of the family's life. When you are old, you don't want to fulfill your obligation to support them, and you only know how to complain and pass the buck. Are these the 'customs' you want to talk about?"
After she finished speaking, she did not give Song Dafang a chance to refute, but turned to look at Song Youde who was smoking silently beside her:
"Grandpa, as a member of the village, I need to mediate as much as possible at this moment."
"Do you think there is any misunderstanding between you and your son that I need to clarify?"
"Mediate what?"
Song Youde didn't even look at Song Dafang:
"There's no need for mediation. I have my hands and feet, and I don't expect my son to support me in my old age. If I really die in my bed, the village won't let me die without a place to bury me."
Song Sancheng quickly said: "Dad, don't worry, I definitely can't-"
Before he could finish his words, Wulan glared at him fiercely, and then he spat a few times before he realized what he had said.
So he quickly made amends: "Well, I certainly can't let you die-"
Forget it, I won’t remedy it.
He'd better be mute.
Zhu Jun took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing his desire to laugh out loud, and then stared at Song Sancheng:
"I understand everything. You and your son both refuse to accept mediation. And now you really don't want to fulfill your maintenance obligations, so Mr. Song unilaterally severed ties with you, right?"
"But sir, our law does not recognize this kind of—"
"It doesn't matter. Just know it in your heart." Song Tan said with a smile:
"We are not like those heartless people who abandon their families just for a few bucks."