Chapter 601: Rural Nature

Although that was said, none of the three actually took this matter to heart.

Not to mention that Secretary Xiao Zhu had been in the village for two years, there were some things she didn't want to think about, which didn't mean she had no means.

Just take Guo Dong, she had also crawled out of a pile of extreme patients in the old city.

As for Song Tan... she was even less panicked.

This wasn't to say she had any reliance, but that Old Master Li would eventually return to the village.

The older generation in their village all valued "rural nature" and human sentiment.

If he hadn't stopped his son from framing Song Tan today, he would probably have cried twice at night—because if he did that, the "rural nature" would be ruined, and when he was dying, the villagers might not come to help with the funeral, help carry the coffin, or dig the grave.

Like those old people, they valued "serving the dead as serving the living." When a person passed away, the funeral had to be thorough and grand enough.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to leave in peace.

All kinds of cumbersome details couldn't be arranged by a one-stop service just by paying money like in the city.

Don't look at how the elderly all say they rely on their children for old age, but looking at these elderly people in the village, unless something really happened, no one wanted to trouble their children.

Didn't they all rely on the villagers?

So, Song Tan was also steady in her heart.

She was a bit irritable before, purely because she didn't want to see such extreme people in her life. Otherwise, it was really difficult to control herself not to rely on spiritual energy to hit people.

As for whether Old Master Li would wake up... Song Tan was also sure of it in her heart.

Isn't that right, the three of them checked the nearby reputable restaurants on their phones and happily decided to go eat barbecue.

While waiting for the meat to be grilled, Secretary Xiao Zhu let out a long sigh:

"Oh my, eating a proper meal outside like this feels like something from a past life!"

Guo Dong also paused: "After I graduated, I didn't have friends to eat like this with me."

Song Tan:...

"Then you two are a bit pitiful."

But before the two could glare at her, she stared at the meat on the grill and sighed:

"I'm different, my tongue is sensitive, I can tell at a glance that this meat isn't as delicious as the food at my house, I really have no appetite."

When these words were said, Guo Dong, who went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables every day, also silently put down her chopsticks.

Secretary Xiao Zhu:...

She could only pretend not to hear that, and at this moment drank the complimentary pumpkin soup slowly, and then asked:

"You're raising quite a lot of pigs this year, share one with me for the New Year, cigarettes, alcohol, whatever, just name your price."

She was quite considerate: "If you think it's troublesome, you don't even have to kill it, I'll find a car to pull it home. You know how many grandpas I have..."

"That won't do." Song Tan shook her head decisively: "The pigs must be killed at home."

Qiao Qiao had been spoiled by them for the past six months, and his heart was becoming softer and softer. If he heard the pig squealing, wouldn't he cry secretly?

Song Tan had already planned it—feed them the fermented glutinous rice from the fridge before killing the pig. This way, it would be silent, and Qiao Qiao would be able to accept it better.

Just like what he said before: Don't let them be in too much pain.

Guo Dong's eyes also lit up: "I've saved quite a bit of money! You have to sell me a few dozen *jin* of pork for the New Year, right?"

Song Tan laughed: "Oh my, that won't do. Now the state stipulates that those that haven't been quarantined or sent to designated slaughter locations cannot be sold."

Guo Dong:...

The meat on the grill gradually emitted an aroma, but the two of them lost their appetite at the same time, only looking at her dejectedly:

"So you didn't intend to let us taste it at all!"

"How could that be?" Song Tan looked at them exceptionally sincerely:

"For the New Year's killing-pig feast, you can eat as much as you want."

Can that be the same?

Guo Dong turned her head: "Secretary, go!"

Secretary Xiao Zhu cleared her throat:

"It's like this, although you're only raising a few pigs at home this year, you're planning to raise cattle next, right—don't lie to me! I heard Professor Song helping you inquire about which side has the best cost-performance ratio for calves that day!"

"If you don't want to sell the whole thing, you have to slaughter it, right? This belongs to a family farm, and you can get a permit if the quarantine passes."

Song Tan wasn't in a rush at all:

"What kind of weather is it now, high temperatures of thirty or forty degrees? Even if I buy cattle, I can't send them over. Don't worry, it's fine to handle it next year."

How can that be?!

Secretary Xiao Zhu was anxious.

With the pigs they have at home, whether black or white, they are all two or three hundred *jin*. Later, whether it's stewed pig's trotters or braised pork, who knows how fragrant it will be!

Take advantage of the few people this year, if you don't eat enough, who knows how difficult the competition will be next year?

She said angrily:

"You don't have to worry about it, just say, have you ever worried about the certificates for your farm? You're not happy even when someone helps you go through the procedures..."

"Hahahaha..."

Song Tan laughed, and immediately picked up the meat on the grill and put it into Secretary Xiao Zhu's plate:

"Come, come, come, Secretary, eat more, you'll have to work hard to handle the certificates later."

Secretary Xiao Zhu:... You say it like I'm not a secretary, but a middleman for handling certificates.

……

For a meal, the three of them spent an hour or two, but didn't eat much meat, obviously their mouths had been spoiled.

By the time they finished paying and went out, they received a call from the police.

Without even thinking, Old Master Li's son and daughter-in-law weren't fuel-efficient lamps, and sure enough, they had called the police.

Encountering this kind of thing, the police were also very difficult to handle and could only try to smooth things over first.

"The patient's family says that you caused the old man to fall and are demanding compensation of fifty thousand yuan..."

"Fifty thousand?!"

Guo Dong widened her eyes instantly: "Not even fifty cents."

Secretary Xiao Zhu, however, had a gentle expression and a calm tone:

"How is the Old Master?"

She looked at the tightly closed hospital room door:

"It's like this, the old man is sixty this year, he had a dispute with his grandson, and I don't know how he fell at the edge of the bamboo forest. We only discovered it after a while."

"The village is remote, and we couldn't find a car, so we could only use this pickup truck at home, and it was delayed for an hour or two on the way here... but we aren't family, and staying here is useless, so we went out in a hurry to fill our stomachs."

"In this situation, I can't understand the family demanding fifty thousand in compensation. However, I am also a member of the village, let's not discuss money for now... but we are all quite worried about the Old Master's situation."

Police:...

Just, not mentioning the truth, the attitude of the two sides speaking, and the meaning of the words, the difference is clear, right?

On that side, they were howling and demanding compensation, but when the hospital asked for payment, they were dawdling, and when asked about age, they were hesitant.

The son was playing with his phone, the daughter-in-law was also playing with her phone, and the remaining chubby boy was pestering and begging, also asking to play with his phone.

And on this side...

This contrast was truly vivid!

The police also said sternly: "The old man is fine, the doctor said it might be that he was stimulated for a while and fell accidentally, causing him to faint. He just needs to recuperate slowly later."