After leaving Song Qingyun's house, Chen Shangding drove his car for less than a kilometer, and the phone rang.

He parked his car on the side of the road and saw that it was his wife Dai Rong.

"Rongrong, are you doing something wrong? Do you miss me?"

Dai Rong: "Old Chen, why haven't you come back yet? Didn't you agree to go home for dinner today? Think about it, how many days have you not been home for dinner. Since my daughter was in college, I was the only one left in the family. What's the difference between me and becoming a monk and becoming a nun?"

"What kind of nun do you know how to go out to play? You're looking for someone to play mahjong... What, you're not interested in losing every day, haha, just lose, it's not much money. Think about it, if you only lose one or two hundred yuan in an afternoon, three people will accompany you to say four hours. The labor force is so expensive now, can you get it?"

The couple jokingly said a few times, and Dai Rong felt better: "By the way, Lao Chen, how are you doing as a village chief? Have you agreed?"

"I agreed, I agreed, I will definitely be able to do it."

"I said, you think you are not an official all day long. Isn't this an official? " Dai Rong is a city man and looks down on the countryside a little bit. He thinks that her husband is simply crazy when he goes home to be a village chief. He only earns more than 1,000 yuan a month, which is only enough to buy a piece of clothing. Is it interesting?

Chen Shangding said: "You don't understand men's affairs."

After finishing the phone call with Dai Rong, he called Gong Zhen again, saying that he had just visited Song Qingyun and had a bad time.

Gong Zhenxin was very surprised and angry, saying that what you were going to find Song Qingyun, it was ridiculous! You know nothing about the matter in the village and on the streets. You are just a young man from Qinggou. Why didn’t you tell me before going? What’s wrong? Is it a counterproductive effect?

After being scolded by him, Chen Shangding was a little discouraged and said with a wry smile, "Aren't I impatient?" Everyone said that Song Qingyun was sent by his superiors to inspect the cadre team. He could directly influence who could finally become the village chief? Is this true?

Gong Zhenxin replied: "I got the news that the secretary and director of the street valued Song Qingyun very much, otherwise he would not have sent him to gnaw the hard bones of Hongshi Village. The more difficult the place is, the more he can train cadres."

Chen Shangding became anxious and said, Uncle Zhenxin, Song Qingyun is obviously dissatisfied with me, what should I do? I have to rely on you!

Gong Zhenxin snorted and said, "What are you going to panic? As long as you can really get rid of poverty with poor households, you are the village chief. But the village chiefs you choose depends on your own ability. By the way, what project you are going to do and whether you can tell me."

Chen Shangding will know when he is stammering.

Gong Zhenxin was dissatisfied and said, "You are not going to have some ventilation in advance." Why do you have to coerce your superiors and don't give it to you, the village chief, and you won't invest?"

"I dare not, don't you dare, am I still preparing for this matter? It won't be done so quickly. If I brag now and make it into a rice dish in the future, I will embarrass myself, but it will also harm Uncle Zhenxin's face. I am yours."

Gong Zhenxin: "What do you mean by me? You are a villager of Hongshi Village."

"Yes, yes, you are right, Uncle Zhenxin." Chen Shangding put down the phone and curled his lips, disagreed.

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After Chen Shangding left, Song Qingyun frowned.

If you read it correctly, this person has a bad character.

Originally, Song Qingyun was very dissatisfied with the cowardly and honest Liu Yonghua. In his opinion, such a person is really not suitable to lead Hongshi Village to get rid of poverty and become rich.

In contrast, Chen Shangding has funds, ability and prestige, and it is definitely a good thing for him to be the village chief.

In his heart, Song Qingyun no longer wants to care about Liu Yonghua's nothing, he should die on his own.

Now it seems that Chen Shangding is really not suitable to be the village chief. Compared with him, Liu Yonghua's honesty and cowardice have become the advantages of simplicity and responsibility.

Besides, after more than a month after the next village chief was elected, the village affairs would not be able to be handled without the village chief.

"Let's think about how to help Liu Yonghua again, so what should I do?" Song Qingyun touched his forehead and felt a headache.

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Let’s talk about being at Chen Xin’s house at the same time.

Chen Changqing suddenly came and looked at Gong Xiaoxiao with a glaring eyes.

When Chen Xin saw that it was not good, he hurried forward to persuade him.

One of these two people is their third uncle, and the other is experiencing illness and may foam at the mouth and twitch on the ground. If something happens, who can bear the responsibility?

The red face Gong Xiaoxiao: "Brother Xin, I will give you face today and not make trouble with Chen Changqing. OK, I'll leave first."

After he left, Chen Xin hurriedly asked Chen Changqing to sit down: "Uncle San, are you in trouble?"

"Is there anything wrong? It's amazing. My shares were snatched by the red face, and I lost more than 10,000 yuan a year. Do you think I can be fine?" Chen Changqing asked angrily: "Xindog, do you want your third uncle? Have you made it clear?"

Chen Xin said: "Uncle San, please calm down. This was decided by Secretary Song."

"Secretary Song decided that Secretary Song is not the owner of the chicken farm. Besides, this chicken belongs to our Chen family, so he can't tell me about it. Since I'm here today, I'll leave this. I'll take this share and let the red face go away!"

Chen Xin was still admonishing him: "Uncle San, this chicken farm is a targeted poverty alleviation project developed by Secretary Song, but it does not belong to our Chen family. The reason why I took the lead was that I was asking me to lead four poor households, which I didn't count."

"Fart!" Chen Changqing said again: "Xindog, I'll ask you, did you buy this chicken seedling out of your own pocket?"

"yes."

"Did you make this chicken cage yourself?"

"yes."

"Since I'm paying for the money and raising chickens, what does it have to do with someone named Song?"

Chen Xin shook his head: "Uncle San, you can't say that. Yes, the chicken seedlings and cages are our own, but don't forget that feed is the big one. If this chicken grows slowly without feed, it will be less eggs, and may even lose money in the end. It wasn't Secretary Song's guarantee for me, so he came from Lin Lutao's credit. From buying the chicken seedlings to laying eggs, I can't get the money out of 100,000 yuan. I can't get the money out of this money. Without Secretary Song, this chicken farm wouldn't be able to handle it. Do you think it has nothing to do with Secretary Song? Can you change the poor households designated by Secretary Song?"

Chen Changqing was speechless after saying something. He knew that he had no reason and wanted to give up.

Seeing that he successfully convinced Chen Changqing, Chen Xin advised: "Uncle San, why not do this? When Secretary Song comes back, you will ask him what poverty alleviation projects he has and see if he can help you. Whether you have any food or not, it seems that he has no food. Today, we eat bacon and pork ribs at home. You know my mother's skills. It's delicious. Mom, add some bowls and chopsticks to Uncle San."

Chen Changqing looked at Chen Xin's mother who was busy in the kitchen, then looked at the bacon hanging on the stove, and his index finger moved.

In fact, bacon is not a rare thing for Hongshi Village.

Not to mention the distant future, twenty years ago, the villagers' lives were not very good, and they could not have meat every meal. There was only one TV at home. Each household would raise one or two pigs and slaughter them during the Chinese New Year. If they couldn't finish eating, they would make bacon and hung them on the stove as a source of protein for a year at home.

Hongshi Village has a high altitude, low temperature at night, and a long shelf life of bacon, so there is no problem with eating it for the year.

Because of this, every housewife will smoke bacon.

After the bacon is stored for a long time, there is a problem. As moisture and fat are lost, the meat will become very dry and the taste will be very salty. It doesn’t matter much after eating it.

Later, as everyone's quality of life further improved, many families had refrigerators to store fresh meat, and they gradually left the daily table to make bacon. They just smoked dozens of pounds during the Spring Festival and ate them for two months, so that they could taste the flavor of the New Year.

Chen Xin’s mother didn’t know if there was any magic. No matter how long the bacon she made, the moisture and fat would not be lost, and the meat was delicate and juicy. On hot days, one bite of corn rice and another bite of bacon, and the mouth was filled with oil and water, which was so beautiful.

There is a saying in rural areas that says "bacon bone chicken thighs." It means that bacon ribs and chicken thighs are the most delicious and nourishing things in the world.

Today's lie is not considered in vain.

Thinking of the delicious food that was about to be heard and being speechless by my nephew, Chen Changqing didn't want to bother with this matter.

At this point, it may have been successfully resolved.

Then I had supper and Chen Xin took the third uncle to the position.

At this time, Chen Xin's mother brought the supper, but there was only a plate of pickles and a plate of boiled cowhide.

Chen Changqing became anxious: "Where is your bacon?"

"What do you, you, me, I, sister-in-law doesn't know how to shout, it's not cooked." Chen Xin's mother said coldly.

"How could it be that it wasn't cooked? You think I can't smell it. You must have hidden it." Chen Changqing sniffed, and the air was filled with the strong smell of bacon.

He slept for a day but had not eaten. He was so hungry that he was so hungry that he touched his back. At this moment, he smelled the fragrance and felt like a cat was scratching his heart. He immediately stood up and opened the cupboard.

Looking closely, there was a steaming cooked pork ribs inside, and he suddenly shouted: "What do you mean? I think I am a beggar and I still hide the vegetables and don't take them out?"

Chen Xin's mother had long disliked her brother-in-law. Since she married into the Chen family, although the Chen brothers had already separated, this brother-in-law was possessed by a lazy person and never refused to work. If she didn't work, she would naturally be so poor that she had no food to eat.

What should I do if I have no food to eat? Go to my elder brother’s house to eat!

When Chen's mother married, she was still a girl, so she naturally didn't dare to say anything. Chen Zhigao is an honest man, so she can eat it if you want to eat it. Could it be that she can't watch him starve to death?

It was the 1980s and the villagers lived in a difficult situation. Not to mention the 1980s, it was difficult to eat in the mountainous areas like Hongshi Village in the early 1990s.

Chen Changqing is not a child and goes to Chen Zhigao's house for free every day. It is equivalent to raising a baby in vain, and it is still a very edible type.

For Chen Xinma that more than ten years was simply unbearable to look back on. She was so poor that she had no meals at all, which made her deeply regret marrying to Hongshi Village.
Chapter completed!