Song Tan Jishi

After finding out everything here, Song Tan was just about to get in the car, but 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."

It's the young branch secretary in the village.

I haven't seen him for a while, Zhu Jun's hair has become much shorter, and his skin is a little darker than before, but his mental state is still high.

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

"Come to town for a meeting?"

Zhu Jun smiled: "What's the meeting 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: "I won't be selling vegetables today? Then go to the city? Take me with you."

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

Turning around, I remembered something again, and asked, "Isn't this going to require a driver's license?"

Zhu Jun laughed: "According to reason... it is reasonable to say that there are none in this town."

Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief.

I am really afraid of the current layer upon 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 traffic in the village is really inconvenient. There is something wrong with my car and it has to be repaired. If I go out these two days, I have to rely on the shuttle bus from every village!"

"That's right," Song Tan also said with a smile, "otherwise, why are there fewer and fewer people in the village? It's because they're in the mountains, so they 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 finally run away."

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

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

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

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

But think about it, if it is really 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 answer, just smile.

Song Tan smiled very standard.

Zhu Jun is not a person who likes to talk nonsense, chatted for a while, and now flipped through his big black 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 and register it online. 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 a formal notice, and some will conduct on-site assessment in private."

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

This sentence is enough.

Song Tan nodded: "Don't worry."

The car was driving smoothly on the road, and the fields on both sides were already lush and 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 was a real surprise.

Agricultural products are exempt from tax, Song Tan knew 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. If anyone takes a fancy to it, the rest can be brought back.

I didn't plan to sell much, so I bought 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?

So 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 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... as long as the money is in place, it is indeed a very quick thing.

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 muddy feet.

"Come on, come on, sit down!"

Song Tan quickly directed Qiao Qiao to dig out three plastic buckets that had been filled with 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 ginger soup into it with a bucket.

The three of them sat on the bench and Qiqi put their washed legs and feet inside.

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, and at the same time forced himself to be stubborn: "However, we haven't done any work, and we still make ginger soup. The older we are, the more meticulous we are."

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

"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!"

Why is this man talking like this? !

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

In fact, Qi Cousin was only two meters away from him, much closer than Song Tan.

Song Tan suppressed a smile.

"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:

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

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