Chapter 270 Is There Still Law?

Uncle Yougen came jogging and said that the old man felt that his health was not good and he didn't dare to run fast, so he walked slowly and then came over.

After Uncle Yougen came in, he greeted everyone one by one, and after catching his breath, he got straight to the point.

But he didn't care about the food distribution. Instead, he looked pleased and asked Zhang Xingwang:

"Xingwang, tell me where you work. You're a good kid for thinking about buying food to honor your uncle and aunt."

"Nothing, I work at the street office, but can you please stop calling me kid? I'm an adult now. If you want me to call you Uncle Kid from now on, okay?"

"Well, I'm used to it. All the unmarried people in the village are kids. You work in the street office? That's a cadre position, right? You've got a lot on your plate."

Wang Xiulan, who was listening at the side, was also looking proud, and she unconsciously smoothed her new clothes, thinking it was not easy. Finally someone in the village asked about it, but she came back several times and no one asked her at all.

I can't always tell everyone about my son. Not only would that be distorted, but my sense of accomplishment would at least be reduced by half, and I would feel very uncomfortable.

The old lady was not so easy to fool. She squinted her eyes and said:

"Genwad, don't try to get close to me. It's not too much. It's at most 50 kilograms. It can't be cheaper than the market price."

Uncle Yougen was relieved after hearing this and quickly replied:

"Aunt, what do you think of me? I will give Xingwang the market price without a penny less. After all, he is my nephew after all. How can I take advantage of him?

If the news gets to the old man, he will block the door and scold me for days. I will no longer be able to be the village chief. "

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out the money, as if he was afraid that the old lady would go back on her word.

While taking it out, he said proudly:

"Although the old man has a bad leg, he has talked about it many times in the village, asking us to remember Xingwang's kindness and give him two full meals of meat."

Zhang Xingwang took the money with a confused look on his face. It seemed that Uncle Yougen was having a hard time. He heard that those who had food brought money directly. Before he could say anything, Uncle Yougen continued:

"Xingwang, your grandparents are taking care of him in the village, so don't worry. I didn't ask you just now, what do you do in the neighborhood office?"

"Um... I mainly... uh, purchasing, but it's a part-time job. I'm mainly a clerk or something."

"Part-time purchasing? You can do this part-time? Purchasing has been tough these past two years. Have you heard about that buyer at the textile factory during the Chinese New Year? Uh...

Anyway, if you encounter any problems, you can tell everyone in the Red Star Commune that you are from Zhangjia Village. Our village has a lot of strong laborers in the surrounding area, and you have three brothers of the same generation serving as militiamen in the commune. They are all doing well, so everyone will definitely give you face...

If you meet someone who is blind, just admit your mistake and come back and I will take people to find them, okay? Where do you usually go to buy things? I will go there tomorrow and say hello to you..."

Zhang Xingwang listened for a long time before he understood. Not to mention the favor of two meals of meat, just because his surname was Zhang, he automatically had a backer in this area, and he didn't need to maintain anything. He regretted moving his household registration to the city.

Listening to Uncle Yougen's increasingly outrageous remarks, I quickly stopped him from talking, looked at the questioning eyes around me, and quickly interrupted Uncle Yougen's "outrageous" remarks and said:

"Uncle Yougen, I'm having a hard time with my work. Can you please come out and talk to me in private?"

Seeing Wang Xiulan's resentful look of "you actually lied to me", she felt dizzy and pulled Uncle Yougen to the outside of the courtyard wall. When Wang Xiulan was about to explode, the old lady stopped her. Before Wang Xiulan could say anything, she spoke first:

"Why are you so nervous? You don't even know what your son does every day and you still have the nerve to cry. My grandson is a blessed one. Have you forgotten all the things I told you before?

My grandson has been doing well, and you told me that he would have a chance to become an official by the end of the year. If you cry away my grandson's good fortune, I will never forgive you..."

After a round of persuasion and education, Wang Xiulan was so scared that she forced herself to swallow the tears in her eyes. Looking at her mother-in-law with a not-so-kind look, she felt aggrieved.

How come my mother-in-law is as unreasonable as my son's boss? I am just worried about my son. Who did I offend? This can be blamed on me. Why am I so big-headed? Is there any law?

...............

"Xingwang, can we talk later if there's anything? I have to send the food back first. Your uncles are still waiting for my news. After all, the money has been paid..."

"I was just about to talk about food. Actually, I am a buyer that is a little different from other buyers..."

"Uncle understands. If you really can't collect anything, all the eggs in our village will belong to you. You can just come and take them away every now and then.

But the other uncles really had no choice but to watch the village run out of food. Alas! You don’t know the weather this year, it might cost lives…”

Looking at Uncle Yougen who had opened his mouth to talk, Zhang Xingwang had no choice but to interrupt his mumbling with a dragon roar.

Taking advantage of his moment of distraction, I quickly spoke:

"Uncle, can you listen to me? I know there is not enough food in the village. Let me put it this way, the food for the old man's house was purchased by me. Do you understand what I mean?"

Uncle Yougen was completely silent after hearing this. Without saying anything, he handed Zhang Xingwang a cigarette and smoked for a long time before asking:

"Please tell me more about this..."

"Uncle, my ability is limited. I should be able to get some food back every half a month. I'm not sure how much, and I'm not sure if I can get more in the future. The price has to be based on the market price..."

"Market price? Are you sure?"

"Well... Uncle is not just my business after all, you should understand!"

"Okay, we have some money. As long as you can get it, we will definitely not let you suffer a loss in terms of price."

Zhang Xingwang listened to Uncle Yougen's words and felt that he might have some misunderstanding about the "market price".

Before he could open his mouth to explain, Uncle Yougen continued:

"Xingwang, I won't hide it from you. The food in the village can barely last for a month and a half, let alone wait for the harvest. And this year's crops, ah...

How about this, if you really have connections, I will find you a few guys and you don't have to show up. They are all people I know well and can let them take charge if there is any danger.

If something happens, it has nothing to do with you. You are the only child in your family and you have a promising future. It is not necessary for you to go..."

"Uncle, that's not necessary. It's inconvenient for others to go, so they only recognize me. How about this, don't tell anyone else. I'll come to see you in half a month, and then we'll discuss it..."

Uncle Yougen looked at Zhang Xingwang deeply and nodded in agreement.