Song Tan Jishi

 Fortunately, Qiaoqiao didn't read the barrage, so he didn't adopt such a scary suggestion.

Song Tan, on the other hand, had just found a few aprons and sleeves from the house and received a strange phone call.

"Hello, Song Tan? This is the municipal party committee office..."

She was so happy that she quickly found Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, among the old men and pulled her out:

“The municipal government just called and said that the leader will be here at about 11 o’clock and let us prepare the reception.”

Song Tan became active: "When you talk about the use of electricity in our village, should we wait until he eats it, or should he wait until he is full?"

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, just breathed a sigh of relief - the old men saw that there were so many people, and they had to ask her to find a way to get a pig to take home separately. In this moment, several of their grandmothers were waiting eagerly at home...

 It made her head as big as a bucket.

 Just five pigs! There are a lot of people in Song Tan's family (including herself), where is the extra end that can be shared?

Even if there are too many, why don’t the county magistrates take charge now and give the leaders a few extra kilograms?

The grandfather went to get some specialty products and went back to Amitabha. Get pork? No way.

At this moment, she was relieved when Song Tan fished her out. After hearing these words, she began to think: "Don't be in a hurry, there are many people with mixed mouths. When the food is ready, I'll see if I can say a few words in front of Director Li..."

 When the leader comes over, Secretary Li from the municipal government will definitely accompany him. She has to find the right opportunity.

Thinking of this, I looked at my old man a little worriedly, and then felt relieved.

 The level gap between the municipal leaders of the 18th-tier town and my old man is quite large, so they should be unrecognizable.

As for Little Du Ge and others, although their style is a bit obvious, it is not something that makes people immediately think of Yuquan Mountain.

Hmm, sure!

With this thought, she was completely relieved and said quickly:

“I’ll contact people first to see what kind of hospitality they need.”

“But since you didn’t mention it to me, the party secretary, in advance, it should be low-key in nature, so don’t worry, it’s good to be lively like this.”

"In addition, you and your family have asked you to set up a snack table or something later. The dishes should be simple and nice, and there is no need to mess around with anything else. In addition, the leaders will come over, and they will have cameras with them to let Qiao Qiao live broadcast. Avoid that area..."

 “Also, if someone asks any sensitive questions…”

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, wanted to give some instructions, but he took a look at the lively people and the dining table being arranged...

　　Yes, there is no need to tell you this.

 At 11 o'clock, the tables were about to open and everyone's mouths were full. Who had time to talk?

As he was talking, he saw two cars approaching one after another on the road.

The first person to get out of the car was the vegetable seller Lao Zhao.

 “Ouch! I came just in time!”

He ran over happily and looked at the black pig being bled, with a smile on his eyebrows and eyes:

 “What a pig! What a pig!”

 Then he hurriedly came to Song Tan: "Are you selling the pigs?!"

Song Tan shook his head and looked behind him - he saw an acquaintance getting out of another car.

 Lao Zhao's attention is not here, but he pesters again: "Sell one! Just one - if not, half a fan is fine! Just tell me the price? I want it at 80 per catty!"

As soon as these words came out, I heard a sneer behind me: "80? Why do you have the nerve to speak?"

 Lao Zhao frowned and turned around immediately.

Behind him was a man who was much younger than him, but dressed much more elegantly than him, with a string in his hand.

"Tsk!" Lao Zhao was unhappy: "Who are you?" Who cares who you are? We are talking here, what does it mean to make a cross and ridicule someone?

Song Tan couldn't help but said: "Ouch! You two have different target markets, so you can compete with each other. Boss Chang, what you just said was not polite."

It was Boss Chang who had set out early in the morning.

He frowned and said sincerely, "Boss Song. I am also in a hurry."

“You think this person is doing business, how can he lower the price so much? As for your pork, it doesn’t matter if it’s less than three digits, how can he have the nerve to charge 80?”

Chang Letian sighed: "I was also in a hurry, and I was afraid that Boss Song would suffer a loss because of your face - I'm sorry, brother, I don't mean any harm."

 Good guy, your tea here smells like tea! Lao Zhao's nose was almost crooked with anger.

 And he also realized who this person was.

—The surname is Chang, and the license plate number is from out of town. He is clearly the package owner who has blocked most of his supply!

　　Yes, that’s right! It’s a regular package!

Seeing that Lao Zhao was about to start talking, Song Tan quickly waved his hand: "Don't argue, don't argue! Regardless of the number, I won't sell the pork this year."

 “That can’t be done!” At this time, both Boss Chang and Lao Zhao were anxious.

“You can drive as much as you want. I’ve come all this way and can’t be empty-handed. What I’m saying is that there are only so many people in your family, and you can’t put in the pork. What about five pigs? Can’t I take one of them?”

Lao Zhao also looked at her eagerly: "It's almost the Chinese New Year, and Fangyuan can't catch up with the New Year Pig. Can't I leave some for her? And my parents are getting older..."

Song Tan shook his head: "It's really not possible."

 She sighed and felt very sad: "Everyone in our family is too good at eating."

“If you can’t finish eating the pork and freeze it, it won’t last long unless you can make it into something else.”

"You came here today, and you can eat as long as it is open. But if you want to buy, you really don't have any."

As soon as he said this, the two people who had eaten at Song Tan's house fell silent.

　　If they had such food to eat, they would have to support the wall every meal.

　Today…

ˆˆε=(ο｀*)))Alas!

 “Okay!” Boss Chang was able to bend and stretch, and at this moment he only said solemnly:

 “Your chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep, and fish, don’t forget me!”

This is something that can be promised. Although there are still few chickens and ducks at present, the scale will definitely be expanded early next year.

The portions of cattle and sheep are so big that even Lao Zhao can’t eat them by himself.

only…

“There’s no need to fish, right? I plan to catch some more fish in a while, but Boss Chang, your place is so far away, and the fish you send there won’t be fresh anymore, so there’s no need.”

 “Why isn’t it fresh?”

Boss Chang was anxious: "We have technology now! Just tell me, can't I just bring an aquatic product transport truck over?"

Song Tan: ...That's really unnecessary. There aren't many fish in her pond.

Unexpectedly, she revealed her meaning and saw Boss Chang looking at her pitifully:

“Boss Song, because we don’t have enough ingredients, all the restaurants we serve during the New Year’s Eve are closed. Tell me which restaurant doesn’t accept New Year’s Eve dinner—it’s me!”

“If the fish doesn’t give me some, how can I have enough every year?”

His voice was sincere and pitiful, and it didn't look like he was doing a prosperous business at all. Old Zhao who was watching on the side was amazed -

The bigger the business, the thicker the skin becomes!

 Update 2, good night.