Nine o'clock in the evening, in the west wing room.
Yang Chen was sitting on the edge of the fire bed, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, looking out the window and listening to the rolling thunder, and the bottom of his buttocks was hot and warm.
A simple "38th line" made by several quilts.
Li Xiaoran was lying sideways on the kang with his back to Yang Chen, his eyes flickering, he was really a little bored.
A few years ago, I had a second-hand broken TV at home, which I could use to kill time at night.
Since she became ill, all the electrical appliances in her home have been sold, making her very poor. As night falls, the home becomes a little empty and quiet.
Especially now that he and Yang Chen were lying on a fire bed, Li Xiaoran's thoughts were racing even more.
"Um... I have something to ask you."
After a long time, Li Xiaoran couldn't hold it in any longer, so he sat up and turned around and said.
"What's the matter?"
Yang Chen, who was running "Hegemonic Qi" to attack the Qi seal in his body, heard Li Xiaoran's voice, slowly turned his head and was stunned.
"During dinner this afternoon, you said you wanted to build a chicken farm. Can I help?"
Li Xiaoran bit her red lips and said a little embarrassedly.
"What? Seeing that your man is working so hard, do you want to share the burden?"
Yang Chen looked at Li Xiaoran's shy face, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled playfully.
“What a beautiful thought!”
"I...I'm just bored!"
The word "man" hit her heart directly, and her heart beat faster. She quickly lowered her head and bit her lip and hesitated.
"That must be possible! You have the final say on the chicken farm from now on. After all, you are the boss's wife."
Yang Chen saw that Li Xiaoran was embarrassed and burst into laughter.
"You...you are so boring!"
"Turn off the lights and go to sleep!"
Li Xiaoran's ears turned red. She raised her head and rolled her eyes at Yang Chen, fell asleep on her side, and turned off the light bulb.
But within ten seconds, Li Xiaoran quietly opened his eyes, a look of joy flashed in his big beautiful eyes, and said to himself: "Boss boss, this... this Yang Chen is too shameless, who wants to be the boss boss!"
The whole night was silent, and the sound of light rain and rolling thunder could be heard in my ears.
It's eight o'clock the next morning.
Yang Chen sat up sleepily at the reminder of the alarm clock.
He rubbed a pack of messy hair, glanced at Li Xiaoran's beautiful profile who was still sleeping soundly, tiptoed off the fire kang, dressed neatly and went out.
With a cigarette to refresh himself, Yang Chen stepped on the moist soil, breathed in the fresh and moist air, and walked on the winding path of Qingshan Village under the slight ripples of the autumn wind.
The dog at Uncle Zhao's door excitedly greeted Yang Chen, seeming to be calling him big brother.
Many people have already remembered the sound of pots and pans.
Yang Chen passed through half of the village and finally stood at the entrance of a red brick courtyard that was incompatible with the village's earthen courtyard.
The newly built brick house has tiles still attached to the pillars of the door, shining brightly in the sunlight.
"Clang!"
Just when he was about to knock on the door, there was a loud bang from the big iron door, and then a fat man walked out with a toothbrush in his hand.
"Yang Chen, you...why are you here so early in the morning?"
Zhao Xiaoba, who was about to brush his teeth at the door, looked at Yang Chen who was standing at the door. He was so frightened that he almost dropped the toothbrush jar in his hand: "Brother Yang, I haven't done anything wrong during this time. You don't need to be so early."
Block our door."
"Where's your dad?"
Yang Chen asked lightly.
"Inside..."
Zhao Xiaoba's throat trembled. Looking at Yang Chen's smiling face, his back felt a little cold, and he muttered in a low voice.
"Don't be nervous, I'm looking for your dad."
Yang Chen patted Zhao Xiaoba's broad and heavy shoulder, walked straight into the yard, and headed towards the kitchen where there was movement.
"Uncle Zhao, you are eating."
soon.
Yang Chen opened the kitchen door curtain and walked in.
At this moment, Zhao Tiechui was listening to Kun Opera on the radio, wearing a bright red turtleneck autumn coat and sitting cross-legged on the kang, holding a white-faced steamed bun in his left hand, holding a cigarette in his right hand, and humming a song.
On the iron stove in front of him, a yellowed tea vat was bubbling. This was the famous local pot of tea.
"Yang Chen, why are you here so early in the morning?"
Zhao Tiechui was awakened by the sound, looked at Yang Chen who entered the door, and asked in surprise.
"You are the head of a village. Isn't it right for me to ask you for help when something happens?"
When Yang Chen came up, he put a high hat on Zhao Tiechui.
As expected, Zhao Tiechui loves to be flattered the most. With a proud smile on his face, he pointed at the high stool opposite and said with a smile: "If you have anything to do with me, please come to me."
"I want to make a sure-profit deal with Uncle Zhao."
Yang Chen sat down and handed Zhao Tiechui a good cigarette. He dropped one himself, tilted his head and followed the gap in the stove cover, lit it with the flame and took a puff, smiling.
"Business? Let's talk about it."
Zhao Tiechui became excited when he heard this. He was looking at the winter and Chinese New Year in a few months, so it would be great if he could make more money.
"Uncle Zhao, you also know the situation of my father-in-law's family. The economic conditions were not good in the past few years. Thanks to you giving me a quota for a subsistence allowance household, I can barely survive until now. Now the conditions at home are gradually getting better.
My father-in-law asked me to come here early this morning to return the quota of low-income households to the village committee and ask the village chief to arrange it for other people in need."
Yang Chen smiled.
When Zhao Tiechui heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was filled with uncontrollable joy.
Speaking of subsistence allowances, he made a lot of money from them.
The family's subsistence allowance, which originally cost 130 yuan a month, lost 30 yuan through his hands.
There are four places for low-income households in Qingshan Village, and he can earn a guaranteed income of 120 yuan a month, which is a small amount of 4,000 yuan a year. The most important thing is that the assessment of low-income households in Qingshan Village is entirely his. So the four low-income households have the final say.
The policyholder's quota is equivalent to the support he can get from four families.
Some time ago, Tian Lu suggested that Yang Chen be the village chief. Zhao Tiechui could only take the family's subsistence allowance to teach him a lesson, and then gave the spot to a reliable person he believed in.
Today, Yang Chen took the initiative to ask for the cancellation of the subsistence allowance. For Zhao Tiechui, when he changes the village chief next year, he can find a family who is on his side, and his chances of making money for re-election are much greater.
"Xiao Yang, as the village chief, I am so happy that your family has such awareness. There are not many places for subsistence allowances, and they should be reserved for those who need them more."
"On behalf of our village committee and the entire Qingshan Village, I would like to thank your family."
Zhao Tiechui said with a righteous smile.
"Uncle Zhao, you can hand over your subsistence allowance quota, but... you have to do me a favor."
Yang Chen knew that Zhao Tiechui was already moved, and said quickly.
"Look at what you said, I have the best relationship with Dashan in the village. You are Dashan's son-in-law and my nephew. We are one of our own. If you have anything to say, please tell me."
Zhao Tiechui patted his chest and said firmly.
"Since Uncle Zhao said so, I won't hide it."
"I would like to ask Uncle Zhao to shout on the loudspeaker in the village in the name of the village committee and see if we can gather in the courtyard of the village committee. I have something good to tell everyone, and I promise that I can make Uncle Zhao come back again."
Make a fortune."
Yang Chen bared his teeth and blinked mysteriously.
"That's it?"
Zhao Tiechui was stunned for a moment, and without thinking about it, he came down from the bed directly, put on his coat and said, "Let's go now."