Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

"Then I'll call and ask, Xiaoqiu, the Masanjia family will definitely not agree..."

Secretary Ma made the final decision, and the person on the other end of the phone agreed directly.

"Ahem, if you weren't worried about the house being unoccupied for a long time, who would agree to your bargain price?"

Secretary Ma shook his head, and let go of the first thing. But there was still the most important thing!

"Xiao Qiu, when will your dad come back? It's really bad for your family to have no one in charge. The people who were demolishing our house detained me in the police station for a night, and then they came to my house in the middle of the night, trying to mediate. But those who came out were all the people who were needed by the family and couldn't go home. How could anyone sleep peacefully?"

Grandpa Leng, who was receiving an IV drip, finally couldn't hold back any longer and interrupted, "Secretary Ma, please wait a little longer. Once we find Qiu'er's father's cell phone number, we can call him right away."

"No number yet?" Secretary Ma was extremely surprised. "If Zhiqiang wanted to contact you for something, how anxious would he be if he couldn't get through?"

Grandpa Leng answered very quickly: "It's okay, Qiu'er's father doesn't usually call. He just called once, and he's going to give us a grandson soon."

Excitement and pride appeared on his face again, and the hand receiving the infusion waved up and down several times.

Unfortunately, Secretary Ma could not empathize with him. Seeing the three old and young people, he could only shift his attention to Leng Yanqiu again: "Xiaoqiu, the key to the Ma family is hanging in my house. Whenever you want to move in, just come to me and get it."

Leng Yanqiu directly took out 600 yuan and said, "Secretary Ma, please wait for me to get up early and sign a simple lease contract. It will be done quickly."

In less than three minutes, two copies of the simple contract were written, with the amount specifically listed in capital letters, and the time, place, and person in charge of the lease contract all complete.

Leng Yanqiu, who had been renting a house in her previous life, was very familiar with this business.

Secretary Ma's eyes widened. Can junior high school students write contracts now? There are junior high school students in my family, but the gap is quite big!

Secretary Ma borrowed ink from the health center and pressed his fingerprints. When it was Leng Yanqiu's turn, he was stopped by Grandpa Leng again. He was still there, half-sitting on the quilt, dipping his finger carefully into the ink and pressing it down.

As long as there is a man at home, women are not allowed to make decisions outside the home. This is Grandpa Leng’s bottom line.

No one thought there was anything wrong, and Leng Yanqiu was also calm about it.

Grandpa Leng and grandma Leng were looking forward to contacting their son, thinking that he would come back immediately to save them from the dire situation, but the reality was a slap in the face.

The police checked the call records and lamented that Grandpa Leng had very few contacts on his phone. In the past three months, he had only contacted one number, which was undoubtedly Leng Zhiqiang, the son of the Leng family.

"Uncle, I'll dial the number for you, and you can use my phone to call your son."

The service was really good and they even pressed the hands-free button in advance. Both the village and the police station were waiting for Leng Zhiqiang to arrive.

As soon as the phone call came through, Grandpa Leng became excited and his voice changed: "Son, I'm your father..."

"I'm your father! Your uncle!" A roar came from the other end of the phone, which scared Grandpa Leng so much that he loosened his grip and the policeman's phone fell on the white mattress.

A room full of embarrassment...

Secretary Ma, who had been watching the show for a long time, stepped forward and picked up the phone. He felt that he had a lot of face, and said to the receiver in a somewhat educational tone: "Zhiqiang - don't hang up! I'm your brother Ma -"

"What are you talking about, Brother Horse or Brother Donkey? If you have something to say, say it now! I'm busy here. I can't afford to waste my time with you guys!"

Leng Zhiqiang must have taken a lot of heat and started to spray whoever he saw.

Secretary Ma, with a red face, stuffed the phone into the hand of Grandpa Leng, who was also blushing, and turned around and walked out. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't afford it!

Leng Yanqiu followed closely, not forgetting to signal the young policeman: "Please take care of the liquid."

She is not a patient person. Since the rent has been paid and the contract has been signed, she just hurried to get the keys. She is not interested in earning money for the hospitalization of three people. The old man and the old woman can go home and rest in peace. The food and accommodation conditions are definitely better than in the hospital.

"Secretary Ma, you drove here? Can you give me a ride home to get the keys? I still have a lot of things to buy. While the enthusiastic police officers from the police station are here, I will stay outside for a while and try to get everything done at once."

There was no problem with her request. Secretary Ma gave her some advice while driving the car: "My family also has an electric tricycle. You can ride it back and forth first. It's a little big, but it can accommodate two adults in the back seat. Can you ride it?"

"Of course I can, thank you."

Leng Yanqiu suddenly felt that the atmosphere in Ma Liu Village was not so cold and the secretary was also very warm-hearted. In her previous life, she did not like this village and could not feel any kindness from it. Was it because of her own character flaws?

At that time, I always felt that I was weak and bullied, and I was wary of everyone.

He didn't communicate with teachers, thinking that no teacher would care about students with poor grades and introverted personalities; he didn't communicate with classmates, thinking that no classmates would like to make friends with people who are ugly, poor and unwilling to study; he didn't communicate with people from the same village, thinking that the two big families of Ma and Liu would definitely want to bully the Leng family all day long...

The past cannot be retrieved, Leng Yanqiu shook his head.

Ma Liu Village is very close to the town. When they saw Leng Yanqiu appear in the village, the women who were looking after children and the elderly who were chatting all gathered around to inquire about Grandpa Leng and Grandma Leng's current situation. They expressed their sympathy for the disaster of the demolished house and their hatred for the tyrannical You family.

There is no need for the parties to respond, they just chat and answer each other's questions.

Secretary Ma parked the car and took out the keys, and was also questioned.

"Xiao Qiu is just a little girl, how can she know if you ask her about something?"

Secretary Ma was too busy to respond, so he quickly called Leng Yanqiu to the east end of the village, and he didn't forget to drive the electric tricycle: "I'm afraid I won't charge it at my house in case it delays your use. I'll turn off the power for you over there first."

There were a few idle people behind him, following him persistently, and they were actually interested in someone renting a house.

On the way to the east end of the village, you will pass by the old house of the Leng family. Secretary Ma asked Leng Yanqiu if she wanted to go in and take a look, but she refused.

The area of ​​Ma Sanjia is indeed large. In addition to the normal homestead division, it also includes the village’s previous water storage pit, which is surrounded by a high courtyard wall and the same cement exterior wall as the house, which is solid and spectacular.

That’s right. I finally used the key to open the door lock, and when I went in, I saw that the weeds that had grown for several years were taller than Leng Yanqiu.

No wonder he agreed to the rent of 200 yuan a month immediately. If he only looked at the yard, he would have to pay for cleaning.

Secretary Ma's tone was not as high-pitched: "Someone from his family came back to visit the graves after the New Year, but he didn't say what happened to the yard. He came and left the same day, so he probably didn't bother to clean it up."

The villagers behind him also entered the yard and exclaimed, “Wow!”

"Tsk tsk, it looks just like the place where Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio was performed..."

A gray shadow suddenly passed by.

"Rabbit! There's a wild rabbit!"