Song Qingyun stepped on the brakes hard, and the car slid out for more than ten meters and finally stopped.

There were rice fields on both sides of the road, and he was lucky enough to finally fail to rush down.

It was also a lie to be unhappy. After coming out of the car, he took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down. Looking closely, he saw that he had arrived at a flat dam in the mountains, with bamboo forests and houses scattered on the hills in the wilderness, and Hongshi Village arrived.

It was the autumn harvest and the rice in the fields had been harvested, which was the time for drying ground. Because it was a mountainous area, the flat land was limited, and the villagers were greedy for convenience, so they dried the newly harvested rice on the road.

In the past two years, the state has allocated a large amount of money to connect every village and harden the road, and Hongshi Village also has a cement road about four meters wide.

More than 100 villagers have a drying yard, occupying half of the road surface, stretching out several kilometers.

Song Qingyun accidentally crushed someone's millet while driving just now and slipped away.

Looking at the back, an old man about sixty years old was holding a stick and cursing at him: "The blind dog presses my grain, drives so fast, are you rushing to reincarnate?" Obviously, the impact just now was the old man's stick hitting his car.

The old man’s family opened a convenience store. In addition to selling villagers’ daily necessities, the convenience store in rural areas usually also has a few mahjong tables to sell some tea, which is considered a social place for villagers.

It can be seen that the old man’s business is good. There are a table of people playing cards sitting inside, and a few of them are chatting with tea cups and blowing fans inside.

At this moment, they stopped playing cards and no longer bragging. They rushed out of the inside, surrounded Song Qingyun and cursed them.

"Why are you driving so fast, it's not so sensible?"

"It's great to open a little jeep, it's not kind to be rich."

"Lost money."

...

Talked and excited.

If you do something wrong, you have to admit it. Besides, you are the first secretary of this village. Song Qingyun is a warm and cheerful young man. When he saw a tire mark that was crushed out of the sun mat and the messy food that was ruined, he felt guilty and hurriedly said, "Master, don't scold me, either. I was careless when I left just now. It was my fault. I will pay me a lot, how much does it cost."

Millet is not valuable these days, the purchase price is only more than one pound per pound, and the white rice is three yuan after threshing. However, transportation here is inconvenient, and you have nowhere to buy even if you have money, not to mention that farmers, especially the older generation, have a strong grain complex.

After saying that, he took out his wallet.

Seeing that he was willing to compensate, the old man looked a little better. He threw the stick in his hand to the ground and raised three fingers.

"Thirty yuan, I'll give it to me."

"What's thirty, it's thirty. Are you not aware of the numbers, or are you pretending to be a fool with me?" The old man looked resentful.

Song Qingyun was stunned. Judging from the losses he had caused to others just now, he crushed about a pound of yellow grain, and he was already sincere enough to give it to Thirty. Unexpectedly, this old man opened his mouth for three hundred.

No need to think about it, this is already a naked blackmail.

Three hundred yuan is nothing to Song Qingyun, who suddenly became a rich second generation. He doesn't like to argue with others. If it were the same, he would probably settle down and pay for the money to admit defeat.

But the problem is that I am now a village cadre and the first secretary in Hongshi Village. If I were robbed by the villagers like this, wouldn’t I seem incompetent?

How can we lead everyone to get rid of poverty and become prosperous in the future?

Besides, he represents the Party and the government. Once the prestige is ruined, the work will not be carried out.

He suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and said gently: "Old man, aren't there any notice in all townships and streets? Are food allowed to be dried on the road? The road is for driving and walking. If you take up the road, what should I do if I get a car accident? Even if there is no car accident, it is not good if someone walks on it and accidentally slips and falls. First of all, you are wrong. Now I ask me if I want so much money, is it suspected of blackmailing? No, no, I don't mean to blame you. What is your name? I think it's not good for you."

Song Qingyun's calmness and these words made everyone stunned at the same time.

Then he started laughing again.

"You also talked to me about the great principles and slandering. Who are you? If you don't look at people, you really think you are a city citizen. Don't say you are a Qinggouzi, even if the town mayor and secretary come, I will just be a bullshit." The old man snorted: "What a car accident or a fall from someone, everyone is blind like you. If something happens, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky."

"Yes, stop talking nonsense and lose money."

"If you don't give money, don't think about leaving today."

Everyone shouted again, yes, Song Qingyun's words are quite intimidating. If he had dressed like King Wuzheng of Zhou today, maybe everyone would have been shocked by him.

Unfortunately, Comrade Song Qingyun's mother was poor and rich. When she came to W City to see her son last time, she bought him a lot of fancy clothes. She didn't want the best, but wanted the most expensive.

At this moment, Xiao Song was wearing a red and green printed short-sleeved shirt on the upper body, beach pants on the lower body, toad glasses, as fancy as a Christmas tree, and a Hawaiian vacation style. He was not a serious person in the eyes of the villagers.

It is said that people who watch the fun are not afraid of big things. It is normal for human nature. While speaking, the spectator surrounded Song Qingyun. Some even opened the car door and sat in, while others rolled up their sleeves and just waited to turn against each other and fed the perpetrator.

The situation was not very good, Song Qingyun hurriedly said, "Old man, you guys, calm down first, let me call first." He was about to take out the phone to contact the village clerk Chen Jianguo and ask him to come over to help him.

The matters of staying in the village have always been contacted by Chen Jianguo and Song Qingyun.

Suddenly, the old man grabbed Song Qingyun's wrist: "I want to call the police or ask someone to help me fight, so I'm not allowed."

He is a person who is used to farm work and has great strength.

Song Qingyun only felt like she was being pinched by iron clamps, and the pain was unbearable. She rushed up angry: "What's wrong with you, old man? What kind of police will I call you and fight. I just make a phone call. Are you talking nonsense...Oh..."

"Give money, give money." Seeing the old man taking action, the villagers reached out with seven or eight hands. Some hugged him, some twisted his legs, and some reached out to take out his wallet, divided the work and cooperated without interruption.

Poor Secretary Song was a weak scholar, and he was disarmed in an instant.

When did he get so angry, his face turned pale and he didn't speak in a hurry: "You, you...you are so distorted..."

The old man opened Song Qingyun's wallet and touched three hundred-dollar bills from it, saying, "I keep my word, three hundred is three hundred, I won't ask you for a penny."

He was convinced and the thief also had his own words... Hey, he was just a bad-tempered man, and he couldn't be called a thief. Song Qingyun took the bag and smiled bitterly.

The villagers took office on the first day. It seems that the people in Hongshi Village are quite simple. If you want to carry out your work in the future, you will be able to do it.

He was unlucky and was about to drive to the village committees.
Chapter completed!