Song Tan's Notes

Song Tan thought clearly, if her father is angry again, he is also a brother, and the two of them were not without brotherhood back then.

And her grandparents...Grandma has been silent in the kitchen, and it is rare for Ulan to hold back the anger of coming out to fight, just to leave a bond with the two of them...

In this case, didn't uncle say he was wronged?What grievances have been suffered, one by one, it is clear.

At this moment, she raised her head slightly, and saw Xiao Zhu's branch secretary also climbed up from the field ridge, and then hurried to this side.

Song Dafang and Mao Li were still standing at the gate of the yard supporting each other—they were really scared!
But Song Tan became curious again: "They are very skilled in this posture, can they really bite?"

"How is it possible!" Sun Shouping became proud: "The family takes babies and raises them as their own children, how can they be willing to let them bite? How dirty!"

"The main reason is that there is this event during training. You can only surround yourself and yell. If someone has malicious intentions, you can at least gain influence."

"Bite is the one that will never open its mouth until the moment of life and death."

At the same time, he did not forget to brag about himself: "Don't worry, the dog I trained will not cause trouble, this is first-rate!"

Not causing trouble is not only for the master's peace of mind, but also for the sake of their lives.

Song Tan nodded, then walked slowly, and stood quietly in front of the car window, blocking the driver's door.

Then he waved to Sun Shouping, who greeted him and called the three big dogs back to his side.

And it wasn't until this time that Xiao Zhu took a breath, tried to stabilize the cadre's posture, and walked over slowly:

"What's going on? I heard the noise in your house from afar."

What a stern and selfless look!

Song Tan secretly praised her, and then described the words clearly and concisely:
"My uncle doesn't want to support my grandfather, and feels that he has been wronged at home."

"What? There is such a thing!"

Xiao Zhu's branch secretary was full of surprise: "It seems that I am still not doing enough in terms of ideology and morality! How about this, I can't let the elderly suffer from unfilial offspring, and I can't let the children suffer for nothing-come on, uncle, what wronged you? ? And why don’t you want to support it? Let’s make it clear to [-].”

After finishing speaking, seeing Uncle Song's cheeks that had just changed from pale to flushed, she smiled very kindly and said:
"Don't worry, I'm the branch secretary of this village, my name is Zhu Jun, you can just call me Zhu branch secretary - if you have any grievances, please tell me!"

Song Dafang: ... It's not that he's out of his wits. If he feels wronged, he can just shout at his family. What can he tell the village party secretary?

At this moment, he hesitated: "I...then what...I still have something to do at home...yes...I have to go back..."

But Song Tan was still standing there firmly without moving:
"Uncle, didn't you say that you were wronged at home, and grandpa was partial? You can't wait to go."

"Let's make it clear, if my dad owes you, can I do it for him?"

Then two slaps pushed Song Dafang's and Mao Li's backs, one left and one right, and the two of them couldn't help but followed back to the yard straight, as if their heels didn't even touch the ground.

Before Song Dafang and Mao Li's exclamations could be heard, Qiao Qiao had moved a few stools obediently and arranged them in the middle of the yard for everyone:

"Sister branch secretary, sit down."

"Good boy."

Xiao Zhu's branch secretary was imitating the posture of being an official on TV, and he was a little excited in his heart. Seeing Song Dafang's appearance now, he became more kind:
"Come on, tell me—let's start with your childhood, what wronged us when we were young?"

She even opened the notebook she was carrying, as if she was ready to record at any time.

What wronged you when you were young?
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 side of the road playing - but thinking about it again, how old was Song Sancheng at that time, what else could he do besides playing?

So he opened and closed his mouth.

Xiao Zhu didn't rush at all, as if he was very considerate: "What? It's okay if you couldn't figure it out when you were young—how about this, tell me about your grievances when you got married. For example, when you two got married."

What's wrong with getting married?

Song Dafang thought about it and thought again: Mao Li was a well-known swift woman in all towns and villages back then, so he married her.The dowry cost 200 yuan!
And his sister-in-law Ulan entered the door a few years late, and she also gave 200 bride price at that time, which is the same on both sides... Song Dafang got stuck again.

"fine."

Xiao Zhu's smile is still so kind: "I can't tell you when you get married. Is it because your family keeps asking you to subsidize after you get married? Come on, you can count with me how much money you spend."

Well, Song Dafang couldn't say anything more.

Shopping is for holidays and festivals. In the past two years, when old men and women have birthdays or Chinese New Years, they will give you 300 or 500, but how much money can you get?
He can't open his mouth either.

His plan is a plan, and he knows everything in his heart.Not only him, Mao Li looked at the cadres in the village now, and she didn't dare to pretend to be stupid.

Now that I was counting, I just felt that my skin was burning hot, and I couldn't speak.

Looking at the young party secretary in front of him looking at him, he became even more ashamed and annoyed.

Song Dafang had no choice but to cough dryly, ignoring the strange expressions all over the yard: "Secretary Zhu, you are young, and you may not understand some customs in our village..."

Zhu Jun closed the notebook, suddenly changed his face, and looked at them seriously: "What custom?"

"When I was young, I tried to extract money from the elderly, regardless of the life of the family. When I am old, I don't want to fulfill my support obligations. I only know how to complain and blame. Are you trying to talk about these 'customs'?"

After she finished speaking, she didn't give Song Dafang a chance to refute, but turned her head to look at Song Youde who was silently smoking a cigarette:
"Old man, as a member of the village, I need to mediate as much as possible at this moment."

"Look, is there any misunderstanding between you father and son that you need me to clarify?"

"Adjust what?"

Song Youde didn't even look at Song Dafang:
"There's no need to mediate. I have hands and feet. I don't expect my son to take care of me. If I really die on the bedside, the village won't see that I have no place to bury me."

Song Sancheng hurriedly said: "Dad, don't worry, I definitely can't—"

Before he finished speaking, Ulan gave him a hard look, and after a few poohs, he realized what he had said.

So he hurriedly remedied: "Then what, I definitely can't let you die—"

Forget it, there is no remedy.

He's still dumb.

Zhu Jun took a few deep breaths, and then barely suppressed his desire to laugh out loud, and then stared at Song Sancheng:
"As for the matter, I understand everything. You father and son do not accept mediation. And now you really don't want to fulfill your support obligations, so Mr. Song unilaterally severed ties with you, right?"

"But old man, we don't legally recognize this—"

"It's okay. Just know it in your heart." Song Tan said with a smile:
"We're not like those wolf-hearted people who don't want their families just for a few dollars."

It's written!happy!Ahh, I can see Huahua again tomorrow...

Good morning Dragon Warrior!