59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Several people came out of the village committee office, led by a young man, all wearing Zhongshan suits and leather shoes.

This kind of dress is rare!

The other party must be a well-known figure in the countryside. The head of the Zhou family couldn't even stand inside and could only stand on the side.

The young man was holding a leather briefcase. He took a look at the license plate number and a smile instantly appeared on his face.

He actually recognized the license plate of the military compound!

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel regretful. The other party knew the license plate and wanted to support his uncle and use the car to scare them and slap them in the face, but it was probably not going to work!

Boss of Sijiu City, it's not easy for you to get over here!

"Ah, Secretary Zhou, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. I'm leaving now and going back to the commune." The young man suddenly turned to the people next to Chief Zhou and said, "Regarding the issue of your Zhoujia Village raising pigs and ducks, it is completely in line with the spirit of the central government. The commune has no right to confiscate them."

"Put your minds at ease, raise pigs boldly, raise more pigs, and strive to increase the village's income this year!"

Chen Feng was surprised at first. He didn't expect this person to give him so much face.

Then I felt a little cold. It seemed that the pigs had been raised in Zhoujiagou for several months. Now that the pigs had grown up, someone wanted to kill them and eat their meat!

"Thank you, Director Mao. With you taking charge for us, hundreds of people in our Zhoujia Village will remember this." Patriarch Zhou said with a smile. He knew very well that if Chen Feng had not driven over today, this matter would not have been so easy to settle.

Zhou Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Comrade Zhou Jing, please come and visit me often when you have time. My third uncle is also from the Sijiucheng compound, and we are all family." Director Mao smiled at Zhou Jing, then nodded slightly to Chen Feng.

So that’s how it is. I want to make good connections!

A flash of enlightenment flashed through the minds of Chen Feng, the old patriarch, the village party secretary and others.

"That's it, we're leaving first!"

"Director Mao, we'll see you off!"

A group of people surrounded the commune director and led him out.

After they saw Director Mao and his group off, the old clan leader came back and smiled at Chen Feng, "It's a good thing you came. Otherwise, if we didn't reach an agreement today, I would have to risk A Lu being punished severely and take the whole village to the city to appeal."

"They actually want to confiscate it? Which bastard came up with this idea?" Chen Feng turned off the engine with an unhappy look on his face, then took a larger watermelon from the car, walked over quickly and asked.

Seeing this, Chen Li and Chen Hao hurriedly followed him out of the car.

"Brother, let me cut the melon!" Chen Hao shouted enthusiastically.

"No, I'll do it!" Chen Li said quickly.

At this moment, the village party secretary came up with a smile on his face, snatched the watermelon that Zhou Jing had just received, and said with a hearty smile: "Don't bother, just leave these things to me. Zhou Jing, just have a good chat with your nephew."

Having said that, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

There is also a public canteen here, but it is much smaller than that of the commune. In the past few years, when the village committee slaughtered pigs, people from several nearby villages would gather here to share the meat.

"Things haven't gotten that bad yet. Now that the policy has been issued, private pig farming is allowed. There is no consensus on whether to confiscate all the pigs. Some people advocate confiscation, but many others oppose it.

So Director Mao came here this time just to smooth things over. He is exchanging 200 catties of flour for a pig from our village."

The old patriarch explained with a smile and patted Chen Feng's shoulder gently.

"Don't be angry. Even if the higher-ups want it, it depends on whether we give it to them or not!"

Don’t be fooled by the fact that last year the government encouraged private pig, chicken and duck farming in rural areas to make up for the shortage of meat in cities.

But since ancient times, there have always been policies from the top and countermeasures from the bottom!

In this information-underdeveloped age, without any background or support, and without any village clan to lean on, if other communes really want to eat them, will the villagers run to the county or city to challenge the entire village committee and the commune?

If you offend so many people, the consequences will be serious!

Fortunately, the Zhou family has always been united. If others want to bully them, they can only come here to "talk nicely and communicate carefully" with everyone. Otherwise, if it were a village with scattered people, they would definitely suffer the loss!

"Two hundred kilograms in exchange for a pig, they really know how to do business." Chen Feng sneered, but he also knew that this guy surnamed Mao was pretty good.

If it were a village tyrant in the future, he would be really ruthless and would not leave you even a kilogram!

Can you believe that a millionaire was born in a poor village?

"Haha, now it's all right. With Director Mao's promise, we don't have to worry. He has a big background, and even the city has to give him some respect."

The old patriarch laughed and said, "I didn't expect that someone from the compound in the city would come to work in our commune."

Indeed, this is rare!

But among so many people in the military compound, there are always some ambitious young people from these families. They are not second-generation playboys, but are truly positive and have clean hearts!

Chen Feng took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and handed it to the old patriarch.

"Then I'll trouble the clan leader to give this pack of cigarettes to Director Mao next time you go to the commune."

"Row!"

The old patriarch agreed immediately. Zhou Jing was still not good enough in terms of social skills and he needed more guidance.

"Come and eat watermelon!"

The village chief personally brought out a wooden plate and distributed the watermelons on it to everyone.

"Thank you grandpa!"

Chen Li was the first to run over, the first to take a piece, and said very obediently.

In front of outsiders, the little girl behaved very well.

"So good!"

"Chen Hao, share the cigarettes!" Chen Feng ordered.

"Oh!"

Chen Hao took out the Daqianmen, and no one present refused.

Others can drive all the way from the city and are given watermelons that are only available in the city. Why would they care about a cigarette?

Even non-smokers would take a cigarette.

After eating the watermelon, Chen Feng chatted with them for a few words and then took the initiative to leave.

"Chief, I have to go back in the afternoon, so I'll go back with my uncle first."

"Okay, walk slowly!"

"A Jing, tell everyone that they can go home now. No need to wait at the entrance of the village. Just go your separate ways."

"I understand, clan leader."

With a Daqianmen cigarette between his ears, a Zhonghua cigarette in his pocket, and a watermelon in his hand that was only a thin layer of skin left, the old patriarch was in a good mood.

"Uncle, I'll sit with you."

Chen Li pestered Zhou Jing and sat in the back while Chen Feng drove towards Zhoujiagou Village.

After they left, several grown men came together to the old patriarch.

"Uncle, let me smell the Zhonghua cigarettes. I have never seen such cigarettes before."

"Me too. I heard that this kind of cigarette doesn't make you choke when you smoke it, but I don't know if it's true or not."

The old patriarch took out a cigarette and instructed: "Just smell it, don't do anything else. I'm going to take Zhou Jing to Director Mao tomorrow to thank others for their help."

"When the boat returns in the evening, A-Lu, remember to keep the best fish. I will take it back with me tomorrow."

"By the way, don't throw away the watermelon rinds. Fry them for lunch."