A week passed and the egg dealer came again.

Chen Xin’s chicken is also good at it. If you have one every day, there will be no passive slacking off.

Every time the egg is laid, the hens will sing loudly. From morning to night, the noisy rooster crows echo in the village.

The cartons for the eggs were packed neatly and filled the room with a full house.

Chen Xin's family and four poor households were filled with unconcealed smiles.

After selling the eggs this time, after deducting the cost, Chen Xin's family received more than 6,000 yuan. The other four people each received five hundred yuan. Not only did they solve the problem of eating, but they also had endless pocket money to spend. In the small mountain village, there was really no consumption.

Chen Xin’s small factory has gone bankrupt and he has not gone to work, so he simply feeds chickens at home.

The only thing I was unhappy about was the only remaining rooster in the chicken farm.

This flat-haired beast has been hanging its head in the past two days, and is worried, as if thinking about the chicken child: more than 5,000 opposite sexes are all beautiful, who should I choose for my love?

"Who is the kindest and cutest person?"

"Oh, my dear Hawthorn Tree, please think about me."

The village radio played old songs.

This is the mountainous area in the southwest, and there is no hawthorn tree, but the fruits on the old persimmon tree in Huang Erwa's house are red.

After a frost, it was as red as fire, heralding the arrival of mid-winter.

Trees are collective property. Lao Huang picked all the fruits, and there were about 100 kilograms. After all, they were old trees and their yields were not enough.

After covering the sawdust surface for a few days, Lao Huang gave Song Qingyun a pot.

To be honest, the variety of the tree in the old Huang family is really not very good. When you bite it, it is indeed splashing juice, but it is a little astringent and the mouth is numb.

But after eating, the mouth is full of sweetness.

The weather is already very cold and the air is dry. When I wake up in the morning, the ground is covered with frost, making people tremble all over. But by noon, when the sun comes out, it makes people's face and skin hurt, as if facing a stove.

There is still some reason why local sunbathing is called "baking the sun".

This is a typical dry and hot valley area, a very unique experience.

Song Qingyun felt comfortable eating persimmons and roasting the sun.

This is how life is, it will never make you happy and happy.

If you want to experience the sweet taste, you must first put it in the snow water, cook it in salt water, and roll it in the pile of chicken shit.

Life is such a doggy thing.

But you're having a good time.

When I wake up early in the morning, facing the sun, my left hand is north, my right hand is south, my front is east, and my back is west.

Take a deep breath and feel the beauty in front of you.

Song Qingyun was having breakfast.

I’m tired of eating instant noodles, so it makes it easier for the fans to vomit when they smell it.

Recently, he changed it to convenient lunch boxes, repot meat, plum vegetable pork, and fish-flavored shredded pork, and it was a box when he bought it, and he made it in a variety of ways.

"Dad, I want to eat, I want to eat." Chen Dagou looked at the lunch box in Song Qingyun's hand with saliva.

"Big dog, where is your mother?"

"She went to repair the house, stayed in the mountains and was repairing the house."

"Oh, it turns out that no one cooks you." Song Qingyun divided the convenience rice with half of the rice to Chen Dagou: "Big Dog, your mother has too many things, no one cooks. You can eat me when you see the sky. How much is my salary a month, but I can't support you, a big belly guy."

Didn’t Wanxin Hakka’s house be washed away by mudslides?

Fortunately, Chen Dagou was not in the house at that time, which was the blessing of misfortune.

After the incident, Chen Shangding actively compensated and sent machinery and workers to clean up the site.

But the decoration and furniture and appliances in the house are no longer available, so they have to be renovated.

Even in a rural area where decoration is not very particular, it will take more than a month. So, Song Qingyun temporarily placed the mother and son in the village committee.

He and Wan Xinke Chen Dagou have a close relationship, and the three of them have a very happy relationship.

But what made him dissatisfied was that Chen Dagou was so edible that he swept all Song Qingyun's snacks in less than two days after coming. Wan Xinke was also very gossipy and dragged Xiao Song to chat. In just a few days, he got to know the situation at Song Qingyun's house.

The Liushan mentioned by Chen Dagou is called Gong Liushan, the villager group leader of the Hongshi Village Group 1 and one of the candidates for future villagers' directors. He is 46 years old this year. He originally worked in an electronics factory in a southern province and also worked as a team leader. When he went to work in the south, he brought more than a dozen villagers to accompany him.

Now that I am old, I can't bear it. In addition, I have to take care of my parents at home, so I can only recall that I am a farmer. I am an electrician in the village. Later, I was elected as the leader of a group of villagers.

He has taken on business these days and is decorating Wan Xinke.

Chen Shangding returned to his hometown to run for the village chief, actually selling dog meat with a sheep head, and he had bad intentions. He wanted to make money from the obsidian in the mountains. He became the village chief and started a farm, so it was also convenient to do this gray business.

After the incident was exposed and another safety accident was caused, he was now under investigation and punishment from relevant departments and naturally withdrew from the competition. Not only that, he would not be ashamed to come back in the future. Otherwise, the villagers would drown him one by one.

In this way, only Liu Yonghua is left.

Liu Yonghua's character and ability are nothing to say. If he had no accidents, he would definitely be elected, and Song Qingyun would also be happy to see him succeed.

However, it is not serious to choose only one person, and everyone must actively participate in such matters.

So he talked to Gong Liushan.

Gong Liushan didn't say much, saying, OK, I'll participate and I will definitely obey the organization.

Although he said that, he didn't seem to have any strong intention to be the village chief. He asked him how to serve the villagers in the future and how to lead everyone out of poverty and become rich. He replied that he should first improve the safety of everyone's electricity use and crack down on electricity theft.

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "You are dealing with the safety of water and electricity."

Village cadres in remote mountainous areas are at this level, you can’t ask for too much.

Except for Gong Liushan's registration, there is no one else. It is said that someone would recommend himself at the election site, and Song Qingyun is quite welcomed.

The registration of electors has ended, and the election of village director has reached its final stage.

In the evening, Wan Xinke returned to the village committee after finishing his work, and it was already dark: "Secretary Song, have you eaten? Have you cooked for the big dog?"

"I've made it, there's no food, and I'll eat whatever I have in the refrigerator." Song Qingyun was not angry: "You think of the baby. Now I've become a free nanny for big dogs. When I go to work, he will go to work, and when I go to visit him, he will go to visit."

"Who told you to be the godfather of Big Dog?"

Song Qingyun was powerless: "Godman is more than ten years older than his godfather. Is this true in the world?"

"By the way, Secretary Song, are you going to play at Gong Liushan's house? His house is lively today, so go and open your eyes."

Song Qingyun: "Is there anything wrong with Gong Liushan's family?"

Wan Xinke said that Gong Liushan's family was hitting mice.

"Water a mouse, what's so good about it?"

Wan Xinke explained that in the past, the village was poor and could not have enough food. People were too hungry to bear it, so naturally the mice could not survive. In the past twenty years, life has been better and the family has too much food to eat. However, transportation is really inconvenient and cannot be transported out, so they can only be piled in a warehouse.

As a result, the number of rats increased explosively.

These beasts ran around the house and the road, stealing food, biting wires and furniture, sleeping with Renmin University at night, and digging holes everywhere at home. At night, their ears were full of crackling sounds, which were so terrifying.

The villagers used water and used medicine to make trouble, but the results were few.

Although the road was built two years ago and the production in the mountains could finally be transported out for sale, the base of mice was too large, which still caused many troubles to everyone's life.

Although the matter is not big, Song Qingyun also wants to solve these annoying things.

When he heard that Gong Liushan was beating a mouse, he was curious about how he beat him, so he excitedly ran over with Wan Xinke and Chen Dagou.

Wan Xinke and Gong Liushan’s wife could talk.

When they arrived at the place, Song Qingyun and Gong Liushan had just chatted for a few words, and they heard a clatter outside.

Gong Liushan smiled and walked out: "I've caught one, Secretary Song, let's go, let's open your eyes."

When Song Qingyun walked into the yard, he was shocked.

I didn't pay attention when I came. Now I looked closely and found that iron wire was pulled in every corner of Gong Liushan's yard, and the wire was connected to the power supply at the end - this is the power grid.

It is the time for mice to move around at night. They have a habit of walking along the corners of the wall. When they touch the power grid, they are instantly bounced out, and their heartbeats stop in the air.

Gong Liushan was originally an electrician, and he was a professional in power grid layout.

Song Qingyun's expression changed: "Liushan, this... seems to be illegal. If someone is electrocuted, they can't get rid of their claws. You are a village cadre, so it's inappropriate to do this."

Gong Liushan: "I don't want to be the village chief, what are I afraid of?"

"If you don't become the village chief, you still choose?"

"Isn't that what the organization and Secretary Song asked?"

"You...you told me I don't know what to say, anyway, there are safety risks."

Gong Liushan: "Secretary Song, mouse is so annoying. It's like this today. Anyway, our gates are closed, so there won't be any trouble. Just this time, I won't pull it in the future, okay?"

It was not easy to exaggerate with the villagers, so Song Qingyun had to nod and said, "Okay, just this time. In this way, we are all guarding this yard. If there is anything, we will deal with it immediately. Just stay in the mountain and the power grid. We still have to think about how to kill rats in the future. This matter must be resolved as soon as possible."

While talking, another mouse hit the power grid.

The dangerous aura stimulated the mice, and the beasts also had low IQs. Isn't it good to stay in the rat's hole? I was so scared that I came out and ran around.
To be continued...