He continued: "Junior sister, my villagers just came to report that volunteers came to the village to comfort the needy, but I didn't expect it was you."

Mei Yong: "Senior brother, are you very disappointed? Why don't I donate some money?"

Song Qingyun: "But you can't stop it. You are still studying now. Are you rich? Besides, I can't even receive Professor Bai's high school soccer, so I dare to ask for money? I'm very happy if you can come. I have time to take time to guide the farmers' spring plowing."

In the past, when Baima and students came to the village for inspection, Professor Bai lived in the RV himself, while the students arranged for them to live in the village committee.

But that time was a business, and this time it was Mei Yong's personal behavior, but it was not convenient to place it in the village committee.

Song Qingyun thought about it and discussed with Chen Jianguo where to arrange the group of people to solve the problems of accommodation and food, and to earn some money for dining and living to improve life.

Chen Jianguo said, don’t bother, just live in my house. My wife loves to be clean and her cooking skills are also achieved. The key is that the home is big and can live in it.

Song Qingyun whispered: "If you don't arrange it to the homes of poor families, this holiday will be a revenue at least."

Isn’t there an advertisement on TV that “Traveling to XX is to help poverty”?

The food and accommodation in the village are simple. Each of the people in this group is given a room of 20 or 30 yuan a day and a food fee of 20 yuan. There are more than 200 people who live there for 20 days, and four or five thousand yuan. The needy families will not have to worry about their lives next Spring Festival.

Chen Jianguo was anxious, with a look of dismay, and his voice was low: "Secretary Song, I actually hope that I am a poor household. If I were a registered household, the country would have to offer support policies no matter how much the White Horse project was implemented, and it would be a free gift of seedlings and greenhouses for more than 10,000 yuan per household. But what do I have? There are two elderly people in the family, one woman and one child. I can't work hard, but in fact I am quite close to the poverty line of 300 yuan. Secretary Song, I am a low-minded person, so I will do my own review."

Song Qingyun was stunned when he said this, and felt emotion in his heart.

Yes, Chen Jianguo is not a village clerk, each with more than a thousand subsidies, which is quite glorious.

In fact, his family has no other income, and the whole family expects more than a thousand yuan of subsidies for food, drink, and study.

Chen Jianguo cooperates well with himself at work, and he can't lose too much. He still has to help others solve the actual difficulties.

Song Qingyun nodded, "Okay, let's arrange to live in your house. But, is your wife willing?"

Chen Jianguo liked it and said, "I'm willing, I'm so willing."

Just jogged home and arranged it.

The conversation between the two just now fell into Mei Yong's mother's ears. She was an old lady in the city. She liked the strange ones and said, "Secretary Song, you are really good here. It's an ancient town. I also like to play. I have traveled to ancient towns around the provincial capital. But those places have overdeveloped commercially and shops are full of them. It's really meaningless and can't compare to your original flavor. I like this kind of place. Please help us find the oldest and most dilapidated yard, which is the original ecology."

Song Qingyun was in a dilemma and just now he agreed to Chen Jianguo.

Chen Jianguo has just built a building for a few years. It is clean, sanitary, complete facilities and very modern. It is definitely inappropriate for Mei Mu to have an original old house. Isn’t it embarrassing now: “This… our place is mainly too remote, hidden in the mountains and no one knows it. There are few people coming, and the old houses are preserved.”

He was thinking about how to convince Mei Yong's mother, but an old man next to him interrupted and scolded: "Living in an old house, can an old house be lived in? You can think of it?"

This old man is Mei Yong's father. According to his junior sister, he was retired as a department-level cadre in the city. He was a top leader and used to being domineering. He was not polite to speak: "I am a child in the countryside. I know more about rural affairs than you, an old woman. The living conditions are not something we can bear. I think you are a petty bourgeoisie who is ill of a literary and artistic bourgeoisie. You have to be a natural ecology. You are bitten by a mosquito and cry and shout to go back to the city."

Mei Yong's mother was dissatisfied and said that we finally came out of the city, just to live in an old house, but we still went to the city to find a hotel? You are a rural child. After decades of entering the city, you have lost the tradition of hard work and simplicity, and you have forgotten your roots.

It turned out that the old man was a rural child back then. After graduating from college, he worked in a provincial capital. His salary was extremely low and his family could not provide any help. Later, he found a house, bought furniture, and raised children all with his wife's family. An old Phoenix man was allowed to be a man.

Although he was very successful in his career later, his wife always felt that the reason why he is today was not based on his parents' home.

When they were old, the two still often quarreled over their early years.

Mei Yong was very upset when she saw her parents going to make trouble and said, "Mom and Dad, just listen to Song Qingyun. I feel a little embarrassed in front of so many people."

The two old men said, OK, stop quarreling, give their daughter some face.

So, the group parked their cars in the open space in front of the village committees, and walked towards Chen Jianguo with their luggage under Song Qingyun's leadership.

There is still a long way from here to Chen Jianguo, as usual, it is sunny.

A dozen people were wearing down jackets at the beginning, but they couldn't walk a long time, and they started sweating when they were burning in the scorching sun.

So, everyone took off all the way, and in the end they were all single clothes left.

Everyone was saying: "The sun is weird, the spring is cold, and it's so cold that other places are trembling, but it seems that it's summer here."

Song Qingyun was proud: "That's where we are here, the dry and hot river valley, the Sunshine Island, and the resort holy place."

A fat uncle from Mei Yong couldn't help but wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's so hot, how can you sleep at night? It's impossible to turn on the electric fan, right?"

Song Qingyun said otherwise, as long as it is not under the sun, it will get cold in a while and you have to wear a down jacket again. Don’t be careless, it’s not easy to get a cold after catching a cold. It’s two hours’ drive from the hospital.

Also, the temperature here is 24 or 5 degrees during the day, and it will drop to 4 degrees in the early morning. Sometimes it will have to drop frost. I will ask Chen Wenshu to heat you up the electric blanket later.

The fat uncle smiled and said, "Since it's cold at night, let's get up late and sleep until ten o'clock in the morning."

Everyone says you are not a lazy guy?

At this moment, the fat uncle suddenly screamed in surprise: "It's strange, my arthritis is hurting severely on the way here. Now it's hot, it doesn't seem to hurt so much."

Mei's mother moved her wrist and said in surprise: "My doesn't seem to hurt anymore. This is really a Feng Shui treasure land!"

Everyone was amazed.

Chen Jianguo had no labor, could not work, and could not get a side job, but his parents were a very popular person back then. He worked hard on the construction site all year round, but he made some money.

But now I am old and have physical problems, so I rest at home.

Without the support of the two elders, Chen Wenshu's situation suddenly became bad.

His house was built by his parents ten years ago. It is very large, with three floors and one bottom, and eight rooms. Although the decoration is not luxurious, it is also neat and clean. Modern living facilities such as solar water heaters and toilets are available.

Chen Jianguo is a village cadre after all, so he wants to save face and clean up his house. It looks no different from ordinary people in the city.

His wife Gao Chunrong had already packed out five rooms, made the bed, and enthusiastically welcomed everyone into the living room to watch the tea.

Mei Yong's mother has been a petite lady in the metropolis for the rest of her life, and has been a family member of a leading cadre for half of her life. She is very particular about life and is not incompatible with human nature. She went to the room to see it, which made Mei Yong very embarrassed.

After a long inspection, she said with satisfaction that the room was clean and the facilities were complete, so why not stay there!

"Your living room is really nice."

Indeed, the living room is very large, with an estimated 40 square meters. The living room and dining room are connected together, and next to it is the kitchen. In fact, the halls of new houses in rural areas are large, and nothing is lacking here, but there is no shortage of area. Therefore, whenever villagers want to build new houses, they will be integrated into large places.

Gao Chunrong said proudly: "Xiaoxiao, still a little small."

Mei Yong's mother was domineering and said impolitely: "But the paintings on your wall are not good, they are too rustic, so I picked them. Lao Mei, please help Chen Wen write the sub-words."

As usual, there is a large photo frame hanging on the wall of Chen Jian's national living room, and a printed landscape painting is embedded in the frame, which is red and green, and it is unbearable.

Seeing that his wife was so rude, Mei Yong's father snorted coldly: "I'm just writing something, it's up to you. Stop saying these inexplicable words."

Gao Chunrong giggled and said, "It's not very good-looking." Then she took a chair and asked her father-in-law to help pick it.

Mei's father was embarrassed and said, "Why do I help you write orphan your words and frame them after returning to the provincial capital? My wife is not familiar with human relationships, so don't care."

Although he was a rural child, he had talent in calligraphy and wrote a letter every day after college and work. When he first started working, his unit had to write banners and ask who could write calligraphy. He relied on Weibei to get into the eyes of his superiors and embarked on the career of the officialdom from then on.

After scolding his wife, Mei's father took out his cell phone and said to Gao Chunrong: "Sister-in-law, let's add WeChat."

Then I transferred 10,000 yuan, which was the money for the family for this group of people this holiday.

He also said: "A little bit of thought is to be a red envelope for the children during the New Year. Please give me a reward and accept it. Sister-in-law, I have caused you trouble, so please take care of me."

When Gao Chunrong saw the money, he smiled and pretended to let go for a long time before he ordered it.

Song Qingyun felt relieved. Lao Mei was worthy of being a cadre, with a skillful and comfortable relationship with him.

There are many things that the older generation deserve to learn from.

Sitting in the living room for a while, because there was no sunshine, everyone became cold. Mei's mother was afraid of being tanned and put on a down jacket.

The fat uncle simply ran to the yard to drink tea and bask in the sun.

The men who follow suit and are not afraid of being sunk also run out.

Mei Yong and Song Qingyun are talking about grape planting and market trends. Secretary Xiao Song goes out and she wants to follow him.

Mei's mother shouted softly: "Stop it and ask you if you have something to do."
Chapter completed!