Whoever provokes can't mess with Ding Xuewei, the grower of sweet potatoes.

You can't get along with anyone who argues with her.

Her words can not only make you a public enemy, but also make you not even have to plant sweet potatoes.

The woman who has always been sleek forgot to ask how the situation of the Xiao family was, turned around and left with the family.

The Ji family's face is good-looking.

Go, some reluctant, don't go, and afraid.

How ruthless the rich are, they don't doubt it at all.

"Father, mother, yesterday I rescued a bunch of dried pigeon meat, you wait for your son, and your son will bring it to you." Ji Laosan and appropriately give the steps.

Old Man Ji turned to him and changed his gaze again and again, and finally nodded.

He wants the subsidy in the hands of Hao'er, but he doesn't dare to joke with his own future, and he doesn't want to be a cow or horse for the yamen at all.

Ordinary farmers are not like Ding Xuewei, they have a lot of things to do.

In three days, what should be rescued and dealt with was basically completed.

After the things at home are cleaned up, is it time to take action?

Coincidentally, Ding Xuewei felt that these people would not be the only ones who came today.

"Grandpa, you go back first, I'll have a meeting with the village chief's grandfather here."

Picking sweet potato leaves to feed the livestock is not as important as ensuring that the village is clean, and after the old man Ding nodded, he walked away in the unkind eyes of the Ji family.

"Grandpa the village chief, let's go farther, it's too smelly."

"Go over there." The old village chief pointed to a tree not far away.

More than two months have passed, and the peach tree, which has been cleaned of fruit leaves by hail, has regained its color in summer and autumn, but it is not dense, and the light spots under the tree are dense.

"I'll move two chairs."

Ding Xuewei has a lot of everything, this bench, table and chair, there are three rented rooms, and there are still in the courtyard.

The yesterday in the courtyard was moved, but the present in the room was only partially removed.

It was a little boring to sit dry, so she rummaged through it, searched it, found the small clay stove and the clay pot, and lit a fire and boiled water.

The two of them are not far from Zhang's house, and the smell can still be smelled, but they are not irritated when they are close.

I really didn't have a hobby of smelling and enjoying it, so I made tea and didn't make snacks or anything.

When the old village chief's cousin and his entourage arrived, the two had already drunk several teas.

Ding Xuewei was really impatient, and she didn't look like watching any ethical drama, so before people spoke, she poured out her previous rhetoric.

Not to mention going to sit down, I didn't even dare to say a few words to the old village chief.

"This tiger skin is ripping!"

Seeing his cousin's family, the old village chief was a little stunned and worried.

They couldn't be clearer about their relationship with the yamen, and they also knew exactly what their own problems were or the yamen's.

It is not a good thing to throw the problem to the yamen in this way and affect the reputation of the yamen.

Ding Xuewei before just thought too much, took care of this and that, and tiptoed to do anything.

Now, she has only one idea, to solve the problem effectively and quickly.

"We are just small people, and our family members are all living on the verge of minimum security. Helping others regardless of kinship is unjustifiable."

"The yamen are different from us, they don't pay attention to one or two people, not who has a worse life. Not only do they understand what we do, but they are also willing to cover us up. Yamen, they are different from us, they have the right to choose the least sacrifice when they are in trouble."

The people in the village are not ruthless and unrighteous people, but their relatives and friends are too greedy.

The yamen is already disgusted with selfishness and evil, and if they come again, patience will be due, and they will not slap them in the mouth to satisfy the group of people who are greedy and difficult to manage.

"That's the truth, it's just that people can't control their mouths!"

"Then it doesn't matter, there are countless people in the world, and they always want to satisfy everyone, then they can't live this day. No matter how much you give, it will be small to others

Insignificant." Ding Xuewei didn't care much.

She had already thought about it.

"Grandpa the village chief, a rat poop can indeed stir up a pot of soup, but this pot of soup we pay so much attention to, but it still falls into rat feces, that may be the will of God."

「··· You're right." The old village chief said a word.

They weren't perfect people in the first place, and rats were waiting for an opportunity around them.

Do what you have to do and think it's right.

Malice, they don't have it, and they don't have to care too much.

The old village chief's originally bad mood was changed by Ding Xuewei's overly leading remarks, and when someone came, he cooperated with Ding Xuewei to output.

One afternoon, before dark, the two persuaded the nine families to leave.

These people, from parents and brothers, to their mother-in-law's sister-in-law who can't beat them.

It can be said that the two of them have raised their awareness of the popularity of the village to a new height.

"Ming'er, let's go directly to the intersection."

The old village chief decided to be a doorman for two days and keep the gate of Yuequan Village firmly in check.

"It's better to be here, there are few people at the intersection, and it's not safe." Ding Xuewei felt that she was quite hateful and could be beaten.

The old village chief opened his mouth and wanted to say that it was impossible, but life is not something that can be careless.

The dead earthworms are so smelly that for a long time, families have to work at home, and after picking out the live earthworms, they neatly transport the rotting material to the fields.

In the afternoon of the next day, there was no smell in the village, and the old village chief couldn't be idle at all, so he followed Ding Xuewei and a group to help.

On this day, there were more than 40 people, then nearly 70 on the third day, and more than 30 on the fourth day.

There are only more than 50 people in the village, but there are close to 150 households before and after, and it is self-evident how many people rush to the three words of Yuequan Village!

This day, the ninth day after the earthquake.

The families in the village have cleaned up the collapsed walls and broken beams and columns, and entered a new stage of tidying up the foundation.

In the past few days, the workers have been in place.

Because someone used it, Ding Xuewei also lazied, ate and drank, moved a lot to the front of Zhang Qi's house, and several families nearby came to rest and drink tea after a while, and two mouthfuls of delicious food.

Now they are not polite to Ding Xuewei at all.

I don't have to worry about a lot of debts.

How much you eat and how much you drink, just remember it in your heart.

Nowadays, the people in the village also have a bit of a broken jar, and it is not finished, so they will not use these two mouthfuls to affect Ding Xuewei's mood.

"Yikes!" Aunt Ji San suddenly patted her head.

When everyone looked at her, she burst out with a cannon: "My brother told me that someone in their village proposed to enter the yamen to seek work."

"This day has only eased up, where did the big expenditure come from, I want to go to the yamen to ask. Can the yamen send some plasterers and carpenters to help them?"

It's been a really difficult year for more than a year, and those who used to laugh at the tiled houses in the city for not being sturdy can't laugh at all now.

As soon as I inquired about the price of the plasterer and the carpenter, I felt that this tile had no chance for me.

If there are only one or two houses that cannot afford to build a house, then the government will not take care of it at all.

The scale of this prefecture and most of the counties and towns has to be paid attention to.

If it is urgent, it is a civil violence, and it may be even more terrible than the previous times.

"The yamen should be able to give some help." Ding Xuewei thinks.

The old village chief nodded: "Don't worry about this, the yamen will take care of it, but when it will arrive with us, it is unknown."

The ability of the yamen is also limited, and if you appease people's hearts, it is your business whether you can wait or not.

If the yamen gives a solution, but you are still dissatisfied, it will cause a lot of anger, and the person who should bear it must bear it.

"Pay attention, say it nicely, and don't let the family have any thoughts that they shouldn't have." Ding Xuewei reminded.