Song Tan Jishi

  I have found out everything here. Just as Song Tan was about to get in the car, he suddenly saw a familiar face standing on the side of the road smiling and waving to her:

   "Song Tan."

   "Little... I wish the branch secretary."

   is the young branch secretary in the village.

   It’s been a while since I saw him. Zhu Jun’s hair has become much shorter and his skin is a little darker than before, but his spirit is still high.

   "You are..." Song Tan looked at the **** bag she was carrying:

   "Come to town for a meeting?"

   Zhu Jun smiled: "What kind of meeting do you have early in the morning? I'm here to do something, and I'm going to the city by the way."

  She looked at Song Tan's empty car: "We won't be selling vegetables today? Are you going to the city? Take me with you."

  Song Tan nodded: "I plan to buy a small tricycle for my dad."

  Turning his head and remembering something, he asked, "This one doesn't need a driver's license, does it?"

  Zhu Jun laughed: "It stands to reason...it stands to reason that there are none in this town."

  Song Tan heaved a sigh of relief.

   I am really afraid of the current layer after layer of policies.

   Here, the co-pilot was tidied up a little bit, and Zhu Jun got into the car familiarly.

   Now he sighed: "The transportation in the village is really inconvenient. My small car has some problems and has to be sent for repairs. If I go out these two days, I will rely on the shuttle bus from every village!"

   "That's it," Song Tan also said with a smile, "Otherwise, why are there fewer and fewer people in the village? It's because we're in the mountains, so we can't go out."

   Zhu Jun also nodded: "This is the reason. If people can't get out, opportunities can't get out, and education and medical care can't get out. So, young people run away in the end."

  Probably, all the backward mountain villages are so slowly silent.

  However, she said dejected words, but her expression was positive instead: "But you are talking about the status quo, but I guess, with you here, our village will prosper soon."

  She turned her head to look at Song Tan: "I heard that the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest can sell for 21 catties? Song Tan, you really came back after secretly learning your skills."

   It's where she learned it from, she hasn't figured it out yet.

   But think about it, if it is so easy to figure it out, then everyone can have the ability to farm and become rich. How can there be a distinction between green organic vegetables and ordinary vegetables?

  When you can’t respond, just smile.

  Song Tan smiled very standard.

   Zhu Jun is not a person who likes to talk nonsense, chatting for a while, and now flipped through his **** bag:

   "However, I just have some good news to tell you—the last time you applied for the subsidy and review of the family farm, the city informed me yesterday that the document has been approved."

   "Now you can officially think of a name for a family farm online and register it. If there is an opportunity, the city will properly guide you on the Internet."

   "However..." She smiled helplessly: "You also know that our Yuncheng is too small, and we can't even make a splash on the Internet. Even if the urban area can drain traffic, don't expect anything. It is really limited."

  Song Tan let out a muffled laugh: "I'm prepared."

   "As for this subsidy..." Zhu Jun pondered for a while: "Because the assessment period of some projects is long, many people will come down for assessment before and after. Some will issue formal notices, and some will conduct on-site assessments in private."

   "But as long as you don't falsify the data, no one should be able to block you here."

   It is enough to have this sentence.

  Song Tan nodded: "Don't worry."

  The car was driving smoothly on the road, and the fields on both sides were already lush green. A large field of rapeseed flowers on the side of the road was about to wither, and sparse green long pods were produced.

   Zhu Jun thought for a while: "After the documents are issued today, you'd better come to the administrative hall when you have time, and first file your farm with the industrial and commercial side."

   "Next, no matter how you open an online store or organize an online group to sell, you only need to apply for one-health tax exemption at the Industrial and Commercial Taxation Office on a regular basis."

   "In addition, the breeding scope of family farms will also be liberalized as appropriate, including the external sales of your domestic pigs. As long as the basic quarantine passes, it is also allowed."

   This is really a surprise.

  Agricultural products are tax-free, Song Tan knew it from the beginning.

  But now there are many restrictions on domestic livestock in rural areas. She was thinking about choosing one of these pigs to hold a pig slaughter feast.

   I didn't plan to sell much, but I sold three of them.

   After all, there are too many people eating at home now.

  But with Zhu Jun’s words, everything seems reasonable and legal, isn’t that better?

  She agreed very readily: "Okay, then I'll take you directly to the administrative hall later, let's wait together, and I'll go buy a tricycle after I'm done—are you in a hurry?"

  Zhu Jun smiled and rolled his eyes: "What I'm waiting for is your words, otherwise I would have to squeeze the shuttle bus from every village and go around a long way to go back to the village."

   "Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry today."

  As Zhu Jun said, everything went smoothly. After a few more trips up and down in the administrative center, all the procedures were completed.

  As for buying a car...it really is a very quick thing when the money is in place.

  When the pickup truck coaxed back to the village, Song Tan had just pushed the two cars out when he saw the three rice planters walking back from the field with their feet covered in muddy water.

   "Come on, come on, sit down!"

  Song Tan hurriedly directed Qiao Qiao to dig out three plastic buckets that were used to hold sundries from the house.

  These barrels are a bit old, and there are some messy scratches and marks on the red barrel body

  She dug out a few plastic bags, put on another set, and Qiao Qiao poured the hot **** soup into it with a bucket.

  Three people sat on the bench, and Qi Qi put the washed legs and feet in.

   Now in the afternoon, the sun is shining, and the legs and feet are hot, and everyone is shivering again:

   "Oh, it's so hot."

  Old man Li was overjoyed, but at the same time forced himself to be stubborn: "However, we haven't done any work before, and we still make **** soup. The older we are, the more meticulous we are."

  The Seventh Cousin who was in charge of making **** soup looked down on his tough-talking appearance while maintaining his health, so he snorted now:

   "Yes, who made you old! When I was young, I could hold a banquet for hundreds of people a day, but now there are only dozens of people at most. My health is failing!"

  This man talks, why is he still like this? !

  Old man Li was also annoyed, so he simply ignored him, turned his head and said to Song Tan, "Tan Tan, tell your chef tonight, I want to eat that twice-cooked pork with garlic sprouts."

  Actually, Seventh Cousin was only two meters away from him, much closer than Song Tan.

  Song Tan smiled.

   "Okay," isn't it just to coax the old man, she quickly pulled out a long strip of pork belly from the back of the car:

   "Seventh Cousin, the meat you asked for is back."

  Seventh Cousin also snorted, pulled out the onion and **** seasoning, put the meat in the pot, and started to cook slowly.