Chapter 361 What Kind of Injustice Did 361 Suffer?

Chapter 361 361. What grievances have you suffered?

Song Tan understood clearly that no matter how angry her father was, he was still a biological brother. The two of them had not been without brotherly love back then.

And her grandparents... Grandma has been silent by the kitchen. It was rare for Ulan to hold back his anger and come out to fight, just to save the two of them...

In this case, didn't the uncle say he was wronged? What kind of grievances have been suffered, one by one, it is clear.

At this moment, she raised her head slightly and saw Party Secretary Xiao Zhu climbing up from the field ridge, and then hurried over here.

Song Dafang and Mao Li were still standing at the door of the yard supporting each other - they were really scared!

But Song Tan was curious again: "They are very skilled in this posture, can they really bite people?"

"How is that possible!" Sun Shouping became proud: "The family takes the treasure and raises them as their own children, how can they be willing to let them bite people? How dirty!"

"The main reason is that I have this project during training. I just stand around and shout. In case there is someone with ill intentions, it can at least create a strong influence."

"Bite will never open its mouth until it's life or death."

At the same time, he did not forget to brag about himself: "Don't worry, the dogs I trained will not cause trouble. This is first-rate!"

Not causing trouble not only saves the owner's worries, but also takes care of their lives.

Song Tan nodded, then slowly walked over and stood quietly in front of the car window, blocking the driver's door.

Then he waved to Sun Shouping, who called the three big dogs back to his side with a greeting.

It was only then that Party Secretary Xiao Zhu took a deep breath, tried his best to stabilize his posture as a cadre, and walked over slowly:

"What's going on? I heard the noise at your house from far away."

What a selfless look!

Song Tan secretly praised her, and then described it clearly and concisely:

"My uncle doesn't want to support my grandfather and feels he is being wronged at home."

"What? There is such a thing!"

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu was surprised: "It seems that in terms of ideological and moral character, I haven't done a good job! Well, I can't let the old people encounter unfilial descendants, and I can't let the children suffer in vain - come on, uncle, what grievances have you suffered? ? Why don’t you want to support me? Tell me everything."

After saying that, looking at Uncle Song's cheeks that had turned from pale to red, she smiled particularly kindly:

"Don't worry, I am the party secretary of this village. My name is Zhu Jun. Just call me Zhu the party secretary - tell me if you have any grievances!"

Song Dafang: ...He is not brainless. If he has any grievances, he can just complain to his family. What can he say to the village party secretary?

At this moment, he was hesitating: "I...what...I still have something to do at home...right...I have to go back..."

But Song Tan was still standing there firmly and not moving:

"Uncle, didn't you say that you were wronged at home and grandpa was partial? You can't leave now."

"Let's make it clear. If my father owes you, is it okay if I take his place?"

Then two slaps pushed the backs of Song Dafang and Mao Li, one on the left and the other on the right, causing the two of them to follow them back to the yard involuntarily, as if their heels didn't even touch the ground.

Before Song Dafang and Mao Li's exclamations came, they saw that Qiao Qiao had already moved a few stools obediently and arranged them in the center of the yard for everyone:

"Sister Party Secretary, sit down."

"Good boy."

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu pretended to be an official on TV, and felt a little excited. Now looking at Song Dafang's appearance, he became even more kind:

"Come, tell me about it - let's start with when you were a child. What wrongs did we suffer when we were children?"

She even opened the notebook she was carrying, as if she was ready to take notes at any time.

What grievances did you suffer when you were a child?

Song Dafang thought about it. He wanted to say that when he was a child, he was doing farm work at home, but his younger brother was sitting on the roadside playing - but then he thought about it, how old was Song Sancheng at that time, what else could he do besides playing?

Then the mouth opened and closed.

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, did not rush at all, as if he was extra considerate: "What? It doesn't matter if you can't think of it when you were a child - let's talk about the grievances you felt when you got married. For example, when you two got married."

Why did you feel wronged about getting married?

Song Dafang thought for a while: Mao Li was a famous nimble woman from all over the country back then, so he married her. The bride price cost 200 yuan!

And his sister-in-law Wulan entered the family a few years later and was given a gift of 200 yuan, which was the same on both sides... Song Dafang was stuck again.

"fine."

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu's smile was still so kind: "I couldn't tell you when I got married. Does that mean that after you get married, your family keeps asking you to subsidize it? Come on, tell me how much you spent."

Okay, Song Dafang can't even talk about it.

During the holidays, I just buy things. In the past two years, if it’s the birthday or Chinese New Year of old men and women, I’ll give them 300 or 500, but how much money can I have?

He couldn't open his mouth either.

His abacus is an abacus, and he actually understands everything in his heart. Not only him, but Mao Li looked at the village cadres now and didn't dare to act stupid.

Taking stock at this moment, I felt my face was burning and I was speechless.

Looking at the young branch secretary in front of him looking at him, he became even more embarrassed and annoyed.

Song Dafang had no choice but to cough dryly and ignore the strange looks in the courtyard: "Zhizhu Zhu, you are young and may not understand some of the customs in our village..."

Zhu Jun closed the book, suddenly changed her expression, and looked at them seriously: "What customs?"

"When I was young, I tried to get money from the elderly and ignored the family's life. When I got older, I didn't want to fulfill my obligation to support them. I only knew to complain and blame others. Are you talking about these "customs"? "

After she finished speaking, she didn't give Song Dafang a chance to refute, but turned to look at Song Youde who was smoking silently:

"Grandpa, as a member of the village, I need to mediate as much as possible now."

"Do you think there is any misunderstanding between you and your son that I need to clarify?"

"What to mediate?"

Song Youde didn't even look at Song Dafang:

"There is no need to mediate. I have hands and feet, and I don't expect my son to support me in my old age. If I really die on the bed, the village can't let me have no place to bury me."

Song Sancheng hurriedly said: "Dad, don't worry, I definitely can't--"

Before she finished speaking, Wu Lan glared at him fiercely, and then he spit a few times, reacting to what he said.

So he quickly made amends: "Well, I definitely can't let you die--"

Forget it, no more amending.

He'd better be mute.

Zhu Jun took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing his desire to laugh out loud, and then stared at Song Dafang:

"I understand the matter. You and your son don't accept mediation. And now you really don't want to fulfill your maintenance obligations, so Mr. Song unilaterally broke off relations with you, right?"

"But old man, our law does not recognize this--"

"It doesn't matter. Just know it in your heart." Song Tan smiled and said:

"We are not like those ruthless people who don't want to give up their families just for a few dollars."

Written it out! Happy! Ah, I can only see Huahua again tomorrow...

Good morning Dragon Fighter!