Chapter 102 Method
Old Wang sat on the doorstep, holding a pipe in his hand. He looked up at the dense rain in the sky and sighed heavily.
He knocked the pipe on the stone slab with a bang, shook off the old ashes, took out a piece of cigarette paper from his pocket, rolled it, and stuffed it into the cigarette butt, lit it and started smoking!
"Old man, it has been raining for several days now. You need to ask someone to dig out the potatoes in the soil quickly, otherwise they will rot in the ground. How are we going to celebrate the New Year without money this year?"
"Go call someone first, I'll be there soon."
Old Wang responded, and his wife put on a straw raincoat, covered herself with a layer of greenhouse film, walked into the rain curtain, picked up a hoe, and left without looking back.
Looking at his wife's hurried back, Old Wang's forehead wrinkles unconsciously deepened.
He worked in the fields for many years and was tanned. Although he was only in his fifties, he looked to be in his seventies, with an old face and white hair.
In previous years, the rain was not so continuous, and it would end in two or three days at most. This year, it has been raining for four or five days in a row. If the vegetables and potatoes in the fields are not dealt with, they will rot.
All the soaked things can't be kept for long when you bring them home, so it's still a hassle to figure out how to deal with them.
What a sin!
My children and wives were all working in the fields, digging potatoes in the rain.
Fortunately, my eldest son bought a tiller a few years ago, which saves much more labor than other families.
In the past, the crops that were not eaten in the village would be sold out, but this year, perhaps most of them will have to be sold, otherwise this year’s crops will be in vain!
Several grandchildren are still waiting for tuition fees for the start of school?
No delay!
Old Wang was planning to talk to the village party secretary about this issue when he thought of this.
Old Wang threw away the pipe in his hand, put on a cloak, and went to the village entrance carrying a dozen eggs.
After walking for about ten minutes, Lao Wang saw a cement house in front of him and arrived at the gate of the village party secretary's house.
There was a courtyard with a shed at the door. It was raining, and the chickens, ducks, and geese had all taken refuge in the shed. A group of old men were sitting around, chatting casually.
Old Li was sitting at the door, looking at the roadside. He saw a figure walking towards him from a distance, one foot deep and one foot shallow. He could only see the person when he got closer.
"Oh, Lao Wang is here, please sit down, we are all here for this matter."
"The village party secretary is contacting people again. Just wait quietly!"
Old Li stood up and grabbed Old Wang, almost making him stagger.
"Well, you are such a tactless person that you didn't even tell me when you came."
When Lao Wang saw it, he opened his mouth and started to spit.
"I was thinking of lending you the tiller. Are you afraid that I'll take your share?"
Old Li shamelessly pulled Old Wang to his side and kept apologizing to him.
If the things in the village can be sold, then every household will definitely want to finish their own things first.
How can such a private relationship be brought up in public?
But it must be said that the tiller is really useful, otherwise with Lao Li's hot temper he would not be so humble.
Especially at this critical time.
"Lao Wang, Lao Wang, it's too late. You know there are only a few people in my family, not as many as yours."
Old Li frowned, had a hunched back, and looked even older than Old Wang.
A few years ago, his eldest son died in a car accident, leaving only his younger son in high school.
The eldest daughter-in-law ran away because she thought this land was too poor. Now the whole family depends on these crops to survive.
What Old Li said was true. He was the only one who was busy running around.
"Hey! Hurry up and get busy. You can come to my house and get my tiller when the time comes."
Old Wang sighed and said, every family has its own problems. Seeing Old Li looking at himself pitifully, he relaxed!
Although the tiller was bought by the eldest son, fortunately he was a filial son and didn't say anything.
"Hey!"
Old Li responded happily, turned his back and secretly wiped away his tears.
If we can borrow a tiller, the crops in the soil will not be ruined!
The village had no money to build roads, so everyone got together to build a main road and paved it with gravel. It has rained these days, and the small mud puddles in front of every household can be used to raise fish.
It's okay on sunny days, at most there's a little mud. But it's not so good on rainy days. One foot is deep and the other is shallow. After going out for a walk, the trouser legs are covered with mud up to the thighs.
Everyone hunched over and waited for a while. Lao Li and the other man chatted incoherently. As they squinted their eyes, several loud voices who were clinging to the door frame suddenly started shouting.
The crowd at the back became lively.
I only heard a sound inside
"The village party secretary has come out."
The old men sitting at the gate looked up and saw the village party secretary, wearing a washed-out Zhongshan suit, with short hair hanging down and wearing glasses, pacing into the encirclement.
When everyone had something to discuss, they would go to the village party secretary's house to discuss it. The village party secretary was a thin old man with a scholarly air. He was a special farmer who did farm work while handling official duties.
He is a skinny old man who is well-liked.
The old man came out and a group of people looked at him eagerly, hoping that he would give a definite answer so that everyone could spend their remaining food and save money for the New Year.
"Village Party Secretary, please speak. We are all listening."
"Yes, yes, give me an exact number, how much can you sell?"
"Yes, village party secretary, you know that my family is a big family in the village. We have contracted almost 30% of the land in the village. If we can't sell it, how are we going to get through the New Year?"
A group of people gathered together and started talking at the same time. A dense feeling of sadness spread over the group of people. The old man pursed his lips and looked troubled.
Old Wang's heart skipped a beat for no reason and he was overwhelmed by a feeling of sadness. He was a quiet man, but his eyes were fixed on the face of the village party secretary, so he could see clearly the expression on his face.
"Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet. I'll say a few words. As you all know, our village has a cooperative relationship with two food companies in the city. I just called and asked, and they can only consume 2,000 kilograms this year. We still have to think of a way to handle the rest!"
"Two thousand kilograms. Oh my god, God, my family alone has more than five hundred kilograms of potatoes, not to mention other vegetables. What should I do?"
"Yes, there are dozens of families in the village. Secretary of the village party committee, can you look elsewhere or contact the higher-ups?"
“The kids are waiting for school money!”
Upon hearing the news, the tense emotions that had been building for the past few days suddenly exploded like a grasshopper in a frying pan.
It makes people feel anxious.
The mountain roads were difficult to travel on, there were many crops, and it rained continuously. In some places, landslides even occurred. People from the city would not go to the village to collect crops at this time.
The consequence is that all the crops rotted in the fields, and hundreds of households in several surrounding villages lost their harvest this year.
All the young people who can go out to work have gone out, and the grandchildren still have to go to school, not to mention that there are four or five college students in the village.
These expenses weigh on everyone's mind like a mountain, making it hard to breathe.
Some old men already had tears in their eyes and tear marks all over their faces.
The village party secretary looked worried. The situation in the village had been reported to the county, but there was no immediate solution, so they could only resort to self-help!
"Everyone, don't worry. Each household should go back and repair the losses as soon as possible. I will go to the county town and I will definitely come up with a plan for this matter."
The old man held the frame of his glasses and said soothingly.
He hurried back to the house, grabbed a coat, found the keys to his old car, and went to the parking shed.
Although he looks old, he is actually a village cadre who keeps pace with the times. He went to the city to visit his only son who works in the city.
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