Chapter 674: Where is it strange?

Secretary Xiao Zhu always felt that something was strange.

It was truly strange—

That day, she had clearly submitted the application according to the old procedure, but in fact, she still didn't have much hope in her heart.

There were too many places needing funding, and for such a poor mountain village with no future, the road would be repaired sooner or later, but it would likely be ranked behind all other items.

And who knows how many years later.

Even if her materials now included the current development status of Song Tan's farm. But, the farm had only been registered for half a year, and there were too many uncertain factors.

She didn't have much hope; she just made up her mind that after she had exhausted all paths, if there was still no road repair plan by the end of the year, then she...

Then she could only rely on her parents to think of ideas.

But after all, this was not justified, and using family connections for such trivial matters was a step down, making it seem like she didn't have enough ability... That was why she had been slow to take action.

But then again, she was just a village secretary, what room for maneuver could she have, hey!

And on this day, she submitted the materials in the morning, and within half an hour, someone came to contact her:

"Don't worry, we are already discussing the road in Yunqiao Village. The city is holding a meeting now, and we should get definite news in the afternoon."

On the side, he looked at her somewhat mysteriously: "You too, you didn't say you had such a connection earlier... Look, now the leader has considered it before us... This makes us look unenthusiastic..."

Secretary Xiao Zhu:???

What connection? She hadn't even used her connections yet!

This is not right!

What was even more strange was yet to come—she got feedback after the meeting in the morning, and by the afternoon, even the construction plan for the asphalt road was put on the agenda!

She returned to the village with all kinds of doubts. On the way, she met a small car with a Ningcheng license plate worth four or five hundred thousand, and she had to back up thirty or fifty meters to a wide turning area to make room for the other party to pass.

Tsk.

This is the disadvantage of not repairing the road. Two cars driving at the same time, the road can't accommodate them; it's truly backward.

Secretary Xiao Zhu thought about it on the way, and always felt that the problem was at Song Tan's house.

She drove directly over, only to see Zhang Yanping holding a sickle and a basket, with resentment covering his face, and every strand of hair radiating reluctance.

It was understandable; after all, he had just escaped from the sea of misery of his family, only to become a worker in the deep water and hot fire again.

Behind him, Wu Lei was also holding a sickle and bamboo basket, his expression depressed—anyone who had been advanced five hundred in wages before starting work probably wouldn't be happy.

"This is..."

Before she could ask, she saw Qiao Qiao had already started a live broadcast: "Children, did everyone learn how to cook beans last time? Sister said this one is relatively simple, you can learn a bit more in the afternoon—let's go cut mugwort!"

Secretary Xiao Zhu hurriedly turned to the side, her attention returning to the mugwort:

"What are you cutting mugwort for?"

Qiao Qiao explained: "The beans dried two days ago are dry now, and now we need to cut some mugwort to cover the beans."

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly emphasized: "Children, mugwort is used to cover the beans that were mixed with flour and dried last time. The beans cooked in the live broadcast this morning are for making watermelon sauce, and they can't be dried! They need to be put in a damp and hot room and covered with gauze to simmer."

Secretary Xiao Zhu:... This was beyond her scope of understanding.

She gave up. At this moment, she just opened the live broadcast room, only to see the barrage was dense:

【The anchor thinks too highly of me, I didn't learn it at all】

【So sauce beans and watermelon sauce are different】

【I watched half of the sauce beans last time, and half of the watermelon sauce today. Should I write this skill on my resume?】

【The one in front, so you haven't found a job yet?】

【What is mugwort? Is it a type of moxa?】

【Hahaha, received a private message from the background, thank you anchor for the gift】

【Although I haven't received it yet, I'll thank you first.】

【Wait, what are you thanking for, what gift?】

【This is shameful to say, but it's just a little bit of tipping, ranking third, and the anchor actually sent a moxa stick!】

【What?!!!!】

【Is it too late to tip now?】

【Anchor, what you're doing is fundamentally wrong!】

【Exactly! Who gives gifts to the third place without even notifying them? Do you know how to make money?】

【Exactly! You should shout in the live broadcast room and let us compete on the spot!】

【Your vision is too shallow, it's just a moxa stick... I'm different! I have money, let me come!】

【Is this a moxa stick? This is supreme glory! This stingy anchor hasn't sent anything yet!】

Next, there were one after another tipping special effects. Colorful, different amounts of tipping colors erupted on the screen, making Secretary Xiao Zhu shake her head—

Contemporary netizens can't save money, I can understand it now.

And one of the focuses of the live broadcast, Zhang Yanping, was wearing a shirt and trousers in the wasteland—actually, I don't know whose wasteland it was, but it didn't matter, there weren't many people in the village now.

He set up his posture and suddenly opened his phone again: "What does mugwort look like?"

Qiao Qiao was anxious: "Brother Yanping, the children are all learning, don't be lazy, this is the mugwort field I picked! It looks like this!"

Wu Lei, after a holiday of growth, started cutting without a word at this moment. But after cutting two handfuls, Qiao Qiao became anxious again: "Brother Wu Lei, don't take the ones that are too old."

Zhang Yanping was in pain: "Qiao Qiao, there is so much mugwort here that no one wants, wait until we finish cutting, and then pick it when we get home... It's cool at home!"

Qiao Qiao thought for a moment—that makes sense!

He nodded: "That's good! But Brother Yanping, don't talk anymore, you haven't cut a single one!"

Zhang Yanping lowered his head, feeling his sore arms, and said hatefully: "Little skinning!"

And over here, Secretary Xiao Zhu finally remembered the main business: "Where is Tan Tan?"

Seventh Uncle was scrolling through his phone: "The soybeans cooked in the morning were piled too thick, and the temperature was a bit high, I was afraid they would grow black mold, so I told her to go turn them."

On the side, he was proud again: "I said Old Qian wouldn't work, right? Bringing an apprentice to make watermelon sauce beans, clearly had experience on the mountain, but this time the beans were still piled too thick."

"Alright, Seventh Uncle!" Song Tan came out of the hot warehouse and smiled at him: "It was clearly because our bamboo curtains weren't enough, so we piled them a bit thicker. His craftsmanship is really quite good."

At the very least, those ordinary ingredients on the mountain, the ones Master Qian brought Qiao Qiao to make, were oily, fresh, and fragrant. The workers had to have two big bowls for every meal! They couldn't praise it enough!

Secretary Xiao Zhu didn't care about beans or anything. At this moment, she just wondered: "Song Tan, have you received any different news in your store or background recently?"

Song Tan was stunned: "No... no, right? If there was, Brother Yanping would definitely say so."

"That's strange."

Secretary Xiao Zhu said it was strange, but her face was full of smiles: "Our village road is ready to be repaired by the end of the month at the latest!" ===== CHAPTER 675 =====