However, having said that, none of the three actually took the matter seriously.
Not to mention that Secretary Xiao Zhu has been in the village for two years. Just because she doesn't want to think about some things doesn't mean she doesn't have the means to do so.
Take Guo Dong for example, he also worked his way up among a bunch of critically ill old men and women in the old city.
As for Song Tan... she was even less panicked.
It’s not that I have anything to rely on, but Old Man Li will eventually return to the village.
The older generation of villagers all pay attention to local customs and human relationships.
If he hadn't stopped his son from blackmailing Song Tan today, he would probably have cried twice at night - because if he did, the villagers' morale would be ruined, and when he died, no one in the village would come to help with funeral affairs, carry the coffin and dig the grave.
For old people like them, what matters is that death is treated as life. When someone dies, the funeral must be thorough and grand enough.
Otherwise you won't be able to walk safely.
There are all kinds of complicated details, but there is no one-stop service arranged for you just by paying money like in the city.
Even though the elderly say they rely on their children to support them in their old age, looking at the elderly people in the village, no one wants to trouble their children unless there is really something going on.
Aren’t we still relying on our fellow villagers
So, Song Tan felt at ease.
She was a little irritated before, but it was purely because she didn't want to see such a top-notch person in her life. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to control herself and not rely on her spiritual energy to hit people.
As for whether Old Man Li will wake up... Song Tan is able to be so calm, so he naturally knows what's going on.
So, the three of them used their mobile phones to check the reputable restaurants nearby, and happily decided to go for barbecue.
While waiting for the meat to be roasted, Secretary Xiao Zhu sighed:
"Oh my god, it feels like a lifetime ago that I had a proper meal outside like this!"
Guo Dong also paused and said, "After I graduated, no friends would eat with me like this anymore."
Song Tan: …
"Then you are a bit pitiful."
But before the two of them could glare at her, she stared at the meat in the roasting pan and sighed:
"I'm different. I have a good palate. I can tell at a glance that this meat isn't as delicious as the food at home. I really don't have any appetite."
After hearing this, Guo Dong, who still went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables every day, also silently put down his hand.
Secretary Xiaozhu: …
She could only pretend that she hadn't heard that, and slowly drank the pumpkin soup she was given, and then asked:
"You raised a lot of pigs this year, give me one for the New Year. As for cigarettes and alcohol, if you like them, just ask."
She was very considerate: "If you think it's troublesome, you don't have to kill him. I'll find a car to take him back home. You know how much my grandfather..."
"That won't work." Song Tan shook his head decisively: "The pigs have to be killed at home."
Qiao Qiao has become more and more soft-hearted after being spoiled by them in the past six months. When she hears the pig squealing, won’t she cry secretly
Song Tan had already planned it out - before slaughtering the pigs, he would feed them the fermented glutinous rice in the refrigerator to make them drunk. This was done silently, and Qiao Qiao could accept it better.
Like he said before: Don't let them hurt too much.
Guo Dong's eyes lit up when he heard this: "I've saved a lot of money! You should sell me a few dozen kilograms of pork for the New Year, right?"
Song Tan laughed: "Oh, that's not possible. The current national regulations state that if it has not been quarantined or sent to a designated slaughter site, it cannot be sold."
Guo Dong: …
The meat in the roasting pan gradually gave off a fragrant aroma, but the two of them lost their appetite at the same time and just looked at her in frustration:
"So you don't want us to taste it at all!"
"How could that be?" Song Tan looked at them sincerely, "It's New Year's Eve dinner, you can eat whatever you want."
Can it be the same
Guo Dong turned his head and said, "Secretary, come on!"
Secretary Xiao Zhu then cleared his throat:
"It's like this. Although your family only raised a few pigs this year, don't you want to raise cattle next? Don't lie to me! The other day I heard Professor Song helping to find out which calves are more cost-effective!"
"If you don't want to sell the whole thing, you have to slaughter it, right? Yours is a family farm, so you can get a license if you pass the quarantine."
Song Tan was not in a hurry at all:
"What's the weather like now? It's 30 or 40 degrees Celsius. Even if I buy cattle, I can't deliver them. Don't worry, we can do it next year."
How can that be possible?!
Even Secretary Xiao Zhu was anxious.
The pigs in their family, both black and white, weigh about two to three hundred kilograms. No matter whether you stew the pig's trotters or braise the pork, I wonder how delicious they will be!
If you don’t eat as much as you can this year when there are fewer people, who knows how difficult the competition will be next year.
She snorted:
"You don't have to worry about it. Take your farm's documents for example. Have you ever worried about them? Someone helped you with the procedures, but you're not happy about it..."
“Hahahahahahaha…”
Song Tan laughed, picked up the meat from the roasting pan, and put it on Secretary Xiao Zhu's plate:
"Come on, come on, eat more, Secretary. Thank you for your hard work in getting the certificate later."
Secretary Xiao Zhu: … What you said makes it seem like I’m not a secretary, but a certificate-issuing agent.
…
The three of them spent an hour or two on the meal, but they didn't eat much meat. It was obvious that they had become picky eaters.
After paying the bill and leaving the house, we received a call from the police.
There was no need to think about it, as Old Man Li's son and daughter-in-law were not easy to deal with, and they indeed called the police.
When encountering such a situation, it is difficult for the police to handle it and they can only try to smooth things over.
"The patient's family said that you caused the old man to fall, and they demanded compensation of 50,000 yuan..."
"fifty thousand?!"
Guo Dong's eyes widened instantly: "Not even 50 cents."
Secretary Xiao Zhu, however, had a gentle expression and a calm tone:
"How is the old man?"
She looked at the closed door of the ward:
"It's like this. The old man is 60 years old this year. He had an argument with his grandson and somehow fell down at the edge of the bamboo forest. We found him only after a while."
"The village is remote and there is no car to be found, so I had to use the pickup truck at home. It took another hour or two to deliver it here... But since I am not a family member, there is no point in keeping it here, so I went out to fill my stomach in a hurry."
"I can't understand why the family wants 50,000 yuan in compensation in this situation. But I'm also a member of the village, so let's not discuss the money first... We are all worried about the old man's condition."
Police: …
Without mentioning the truth, the difference between the two sides is immediately apparent from their attitudes and the meaning behind their words, right
The man was clamoring for compensation, but he was hesitant when the hospital asked him to pay, and was even hesitant when asked about his age.
The son played with his cell phone, the daughter-in-law also played with her cell phone, and the remaining little fat boy also begged to play with his cell phone.
And here...
The contrast is so striking!
The police officer also said seriously: "The old man is fine. The doctor said that he may have fainted because of the stimulation and accidental fall. He will be fine after recuperation in the future."
"But the family said that he collapsed at your door. This matter is not easy to handle now..."