As the sky gradually became dark, the villagers started to make fires and cook, and some started to collect rapeseed leaves outside, making a busy scene.

Over there, the harvester master has finished his work and is having dinner on the roadside.

Song Qingyun went up to chat with the people for a long time before he found out that the owners of the three harvesters were three brothers, and they all brought their wives to buy equipment. The person who had talked to him before was the boss and the leader of the group.

Our Comrade Xiao Song had the intention to defeat each other, but after knowing this situation, he was disappointed. The eldest brother spoke, and the other two families naturally followed the lead. If this matter was done, he would have to nod in Xia Yutian.

The three families exchanged phone numbers with Song Qingyun, saying that after the crops were harvested in this season, everyone should plant rice. Four or five months will be the harvest season again. Their brothers have agreed that they will come to take on business and will help Hongshi Village thresh millet.

Song Qingyun thought to himself: At that time, the whole world is full of harvesters, and there is no shortage of you three. We will encounter obstacles that we cannot overcome now.

The three brothers felt Song Qingyun's dissatisfaction and diligently called him to sit down and have a drink.

Song Qingyun couldn't say that he was driving!

The eldest brother said, "Secretary Song, who is late at night," and so on, Secretary Xia will not let us go to your village. You are acquainted with me as soon as you see me. If you look down on me, we will drink one."

When Song Qingyun heard this, he nodded: "Well, this is the truth. Drink it, drink it, drink it, and drink it, and you will get drunk and get drunk."

He is a talkative person, and the three families are also interesting.

The three families traveled around the country for many years and talked with Song Qingyun about the Guanzhong Plain, the loess in northern Shaanxi, and even talked about "White Deer Plain" for a while. They were both very speculative.

Before he could see that it was late at night and the weather became cold. Song Qingyun shook his body and his tongue wide: "It's a bit late. You guys have to rest early, and you have to work tomorrow, and I'm going to go to bed too."

The boss hugged Song Qingyun's shoulder: "What, are you planning to squeeze in with Secretary Xia? Brother, I really sorry for you. However, Secretary Xia is kind to us, and my brother can only listen to what he says."

"Understand." Song Qingyun nodded and smiled, "Xia Yutian, this bird man is too serious and is too serious in his work. I really don't like his inhumaneness. I will squeeze with him tonight, and he will be stink of not washing his face or feet."

Everyone laughed.

At this moment, a fire flashed at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and red light rose into the sky.

Song Qingyun saw it and shouted: "Someone burns straw, this is not giving me the face of Song Qingyun. I've been arrested!"

While roaring, running towards the other side.

The straw burning place is about five or six hundred meters away from Song Qingyun, and is located on the other side of a mountain bay. After only two steps, the fire is even bigger and a field is lit.

Everyone was drunk and their heads were confused. When Song Qingyun ran away, the three brothers who drove the harvester also ran.

After running for one or two hundred steps, Song Qingyun couldn't catch it in one breath. He was churning in his abdomen and was about to vomit. He hurriedly stood on his hips.

The three brothers couldn't stand it, and sat on the ridge of the field and gasped.

The boss shouted: "Song Qingyun, the one who steals the straw is the villagers of Xinlian. Can you, the secretary of Hongshi Village, take care of it? If you want to arrest someone, you must be Secretary Xia!"

Song Qingyun slapped his head: "I forgot, I forgot."

After saying that, he burst into laughter.

The villagers burned straw privately and grabbed it very strictly. When they found out, the streets and towns would first focus on village cadres. During the harvest season every year, the string of the village cadres was tense.

Just now, when she saw the fire rising into the sky, Song Qingyun was frightened and thought nothing. The fire was a signal and subconsciously ran towards the other side.

This bastard is in Xia Yutian, who told you not to borrow a harvester to me? Something happened?

Song Qingyun couldn't help but gloat.

The four of them were smiling, and suddenly a noise came from the front, "It's burned to death, it's burned to death."

"People are coming soon."

"Liu Sangu was burned and was about to poke off."

Poke it off in local dialect, which means it’s going to die and it’s beyond help.

...

Song Qingyun and the other two looked at each other.

...

After a while, I saw a group of dark villagers running over there. The leader was Xia Yutian, and the village chief and branch secretary were behind.

Xia Yutian was carrying a middle-aged woman on her back, running like crazy while shouting: "Look for a car quickly, find a car quickly, and take it to the city hospital. It will be too late any time."

He said to the woman on his back again: "Liu Sangu, you can't stand it, you can't die, you can't die."

"It hurts so much, I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to live anymore, woo." The woman on Xia Yutian was burned so badly, and her clothes were burned out of holes, revealing her black and red flesh. Her hair was also burned out, and the air was filled with this smell of stinking.

Seeing the three brothers in the harvester, Xia Yutian hurriedly shouted: "You three are driving the small card and following me."

The harvester cannot drive on the road, and it cannot drive quickly. From a certain place to a certain place, you have to load it with a truck.

The three brothers were stunned and said at the same time: "We have drunk wine, why don't you drive the car keys to the hospital yourself?"

Not to mention that drunk driving is a violation, just say that driving in this dark night is so far and so dangerous, maybe you will rush off the cliff halfway.

Xia Yutian shouted anxiously: "Forget it, give me the car key."

Life in Xinlian Village is easy. There are about six or seven households with private cars, mostly micro bread or domestic SUVs. Most of the villagers bought or rented houses in the city to facilitate work and only returned to the village every once in a while. These two days are busy farming, so they should be at home.

The evil nature is here. Because there are three brothers with harvesters, the young and middle-aged people in the village think that having machines is enough, and they don’t need to go home. They take a day off and lose at least 100 yuan, which is not worth it. So, there is not a single car in the village today.

I have a driver's license in summer rainy days, but unfortunately, because of my poor personal financial situation, I can't afford a car. The driver's license is just a decoration and is usually used to lend me points to my colleagues.

Besides, he is C1, how should he drive this truck?

It is related to human life and cannot control so much.

Song Qingyun knew him very well, and didn't talk nonsense. She took out his car key from her bag and stuffed it into his pocket: "Xiaoxia, I've had a drink too, you can drive my car!"

Summer rainy day hesitated for a while.

Song Qingyun stamped his feet: "It's been so late, why are you hesitating? Hurry up!"

Xia Yutian: "Liao Sangu's son is not at home. Do you have any money? Borrow some."

Song Qingyun: "Don't worry about money, I'll transfer it to you later."

"Okay." Xia Yutian hurried away with the wounded.

Song Qingyun transferred all the 10,000 red envelopes my mother gave him during the New Year to Xia Yutian. After a long time of struggle, his alcoholism came up and he couldn't walk back to the village. He went straight into Xia Yutian's room and lie on the bed and stared at him.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone shouted: “Wake up, wake up.”

Song Qingyun opened his eyes full of bolus and saw Xia Yutian, whose eyes were covered with blood. He asked, "Xiao Xia, what time is you back?"

"It's nine o'clock."

"So late? Drinking is a mistake." Song Qingyun jumped off the bed and started looking for water to drink. He was extremely thirsty: "How is the wounded?"

Xia Yutian didn't speak, and took out a pack of cigarettes to smoke. After thinking about it, she put it down and reached into Song Qingyun's pocket: "Smoke yours, your high-end cigarette."

Song Qingyun spitted on him: "You are so hateful, do you have the shame to ask me for cigarettes?"

Xia Yutian lit it and took a few sips before saying, "The doctor said it was good that it was delivered in time, but the matter was not too big. Liao Sangu looked scary, but her hair was burned and her chest and abdomen were blisters. Now she was baking it with a lamp in the hospital. She probably would be discharged after staying for a week. If she is lucky, she would not be distorted. In fact, her biggest problem is that the tiger's mouth on her left hand is probably not going to work hard in the future."

Song Qingyun said: "That's good, it won't constitute a safety accident, otherwise you will not be able to explain it to your superiors, which will also affect your future."

Xia Yutian sighed: "What kind of future is not going forward, and people will be fine. Song Qingyun, I owe you a favor."

Song Qingyun: "If you want to repay the favor, send the harvester master to our Hongshi Village."

Xia Yutian shook his head: "You are too utilitarian. If you don't say it, I will do it, otherwise I will still be a human being? I thought we were good friends. Since you said that, is it a harvester to go to your village, and this friendship will be repaid?"

Song Qingyun: "We are friends."

Xia Yutian looked stern: "The same thing, if we have any problems in the future, if we involve conflicts of interest between the two villages, we will be our own masters, so don't be polite."

"Degree." Song Qingyun spitted again. After this incident, Xiao Xia was in a bad mood, and it was understandable that he spoke harshly: "Xiao Xia, straw is a big problem. The climate conditions of our two villages are very special, and it is extremely cold at night. The straw cannot rot in one or two years after it is crushed and returned to the fields. It seriously affects the harvest of the second year. It is probably not possible if it is not solved. You and I are both village cadres. Let's take a look at whether we can think of a solution."

Xia Yutian: "There is no way, so I can only ask the villagers to find open space to pile the straw first, and then talk about it later."

"What will happen in the future? It's okay one year or two years or three or five years? Since you promised to give me a harvester, I will give you a favor. I found a place to collect straw."

"Seriously, some people want straw." Xia Yutian suddenly stood up straight: "There are still people asking for straw these days. You are not a lie, right?"

In the past, there was a paper mill in the city that could solve the straw of some farmers. Didn’t it be closed down due to environmental protection in the past few years?

Nowadays, straw in rural areas has become a major nuisance, and no one is willing to accept the money you give.

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "Actually, I started thinking about this matter before the New Year. I have been thinking about it for a few months. I have found a solution. A classmate of mine runs a charcoal factory, not far from our city. He drove it in more than three hours. After he put the straw into the factory, he put it in the equipment for high temperature and high pressure to press it into a machine for barbecue. The business is good, but his digestion ability is limited and he can't ask for it. I was very slandering, and he agreed to ask for it in the face of his old classmate. But..."

"Don't just do it, just let Song Qingyun, you have to take it to our village." Xia Yutian's eyes were bright and he asked anxiously: "What are his conditions?"

Song Qingyun: "Their conditions are simple, you have to give some gas money, and a truck will pay a hundred yuan."

"I'll give it, I'll give it/" Xia Yutian cheered loudly: "I'll report to the leader now and let the village solve this fund. This is a great thing, and the leader will definitely agree. Song Qingyun, has your funds been solved by the street?"

Song Qingyun replied that it was solved. Our street is one of the richest towns in the city, and the money is not much, and it is drizzling.
Chapter completed!