Insurance is very profitable, and Feng Xianhe, as the village party secretary, has more favorable conditions, although he does not say that he holds the power of life and death of the whole village, but a certain amount of experience is acceptable.

If you don't buy it, you can, don't look for him if there is a problem with the land subsidy or something at home.

The Sifang Village is full of peasants, there is no culture, and there is no need to even make up the reason, just come to a sentence that does not meet the regulations above, heh, the regulations, who knows what the regulations are.

It's not all up to him.

Officials protect each other, although they are small, but they are more or less officials, holding power in their hands, and the local peasants who are illiterate and face the loess with their backs to the sky are no longer the same class.

In recent years, Feng Xianhe has made a lot of money because of insurance, and he is not forcing people to buy it.

Of course, if you really don't buy it, it's too late to poke the whole person secretly.

He is extremely smart, everyone in Sifang Village who is rich and poor has a mirror in their hearts, and it is very clear that those who are so poor that they even hesitate to buy catties of meat for a long time will naturally be excluded, and they will have enough food and clothing, so as not to get their lives because of buying insurance.

Pay for one's whistle.

Besides, if you don't have money, how much commission can you create for him, it's just a waste of words.

This is the case with Li Zhengfu.

Old man Wang shook his head and sighed, "These officials are too easy to make money. "As the saying goes, nine sesame officials, 100,000 snowflakes of silver, this is the same in any era.

"Huh? Lao Li, I recently heard about a thing, saying that the list of extremely poor households should be registered, mainly because there is no house, your house is broken like that, and it is next to the garbage station, it is not good, you must find a time to ask, maybe there is a subsidy. ”

The key is too close to the garbage station, the air is poor, and the harm to the body is too great.

House?

Siru smiled, "Okay." "It's a good thing to have some regrets in my heart, but it's a pity that it's too late.

If Li Zhengfu hadn't died, uh, probably wouldn't have been able to enjoy such a good policy.

Returning from the street, Siru was standing on the road in front of the house, and she looked back at the house.

Li Zhengfu was still lying on the bed and kept the same as he was at the moment when he died, his eyes were wide open, and there were already corpse spots crawling on his face, because the weather had been very good recently, and the corpses had decomposed very quickly, and they had already emitted a burst of unpleasant stench, and there were flies flying non-stop, well, the sheets under his body had become wet.

It's corpse water.

But because the garbage station is not far away, the truck transporting the garbage bumps all the way every morning, not to mention the spilled garbage, but more of the rancid water along the way.

It smells terrible.

directly covered up Li Zhengfu's rancid smell, without any sense of disobedience, this place is already remote, only his family, and now it is filled with the stench of garbage, and no one will come at all.

Siru was often not at home, and Li Zhengfu was lying in bed, but no one found out that he was dead.

It's okay to make it easier for her to do tasks.

Zhu Mao failed to ask Jiang Mingliang for the quota of the five guarantee households, he was very angry, but he couldn't do anything.

Wang Shufang was so good at talking about it that he agreed to come to Siru, well, to discuss a solution.

To put it simply, it's to make trouble. This requires the cooperation of the parties, that is, Li Zhengfu.

"Uncle."

He stood at the edge of the intersection and shouted from afar. didn't take a step further, the road in front of Li Zhengfu's house was too smelly, and when he entered, he would be infected with a smell of rancid water.

Siru turned her head sideways, glanced at him lightly, and retracted her gaze, as if she hadn't heard.

Seeing this, Zhu Mao was even more angry, and wanted to leave without looking back, but thinking of the purpose of coming today, he simply suppressed the anger in his heart, pursed his lips, frowned tightly, hesitated for a while, and then slowly walked over to Siru.

"Uncle, why don't you want me?" As soon as you open your mouth, you are questioning.

Siru looked at the man in his forties in front of him, well, very thin, his face was sallow, and he looked malnourished, but there was a anger in his eyes, his lips were a little black and purple, obviously not going well, and there was dissatisfaction and impatience in the tone of his voice to her.

This is Li Zhengfu's nephew raised as his own son, a white-eyed wolf.

"Oh, it's you." Faintly withdrew his gaze, "I'm old, and my ears are back." ”

It's normal not to hear.

Well, I don't want to hear it at all, if this Zhu Mao doesn't come to provoke her, for the sake of Li Zhengfu's only blood relative, he can be let go, but if he wants to find himself unlucky, heh, it's just a incidental thing, she has never been too much.

The expression on Zhu Mao's face froze, and he said, "I know you're angry and don't want to see me, uncle, I admit that I was wrong, impulsive, it's all poor." ”

Money can kill people.

Siru didn't speak, Zhu Mao couldn't see what she thought, and continued, "I went to find Jiang Mingming, but he said no, he can only wait for next year." Uncle, I inquired, and he gave the quota to his brother-in-law, the one in Black Dog Bay. But I've already figured out a way, as long as you cooperate with me, uncle. ”

A touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, Jiang Mingming, don't blame him for turning his face and not recognizing people.

"Uncle, don't worry, you don't have to do anything, you just need to sit in front of the government."

It would be better if you could find death and life, something happened...... Zhu Mao was stunned, if he didn't buy a life accident insurance for his uncle, well, the beneficiary's name would be his own.

But I heard Siru say lightly, "Forget it, no need, I don't want that place." ”

Zhu Mao: ......

Thinking that he had heard it wrong, he couldn't help but shout, "Uncle, what are you kidding?" ”

Siru looked at him with a serious expression, "I'm already sixty-five, how long can I live." Shaking his head, "Don't toss, I'm also annoyed, let it be fate." ”

What's more, what if you get there, it's not cheap white-eyed wolves, it's better to pit people.

"Uncle......" Zhu Mao wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Siru.

"Don't come in the future, I raised you, worthy of my sister, benevolence and righteousness are exhausted, and when I die, I don't need you to send me to the end, you can go, live a good life."

Farewell.

In the end, it is a beloved nephew, well, as Zhu Mao said, he does have a sense of guilt, and he also agrees in his heart that he killed the family, and he is very guilty. Rao is Zhu Mao is sorry for him, and he doesn't plan to pursue it.

After these words, all the grievances came to an end, but if Zhu Mao did anything afterward, it would be no wonder to her.

After Siru finished speaking, he entered the house.

Zhu Mao didn't want to go into that house, but for some reason, he always felt a kind of gloomy.

The mud tile house was dilapidated and old, the lush bamboo forest completely blocked the sunlight, and the house stood in shadows, without any light, Zhu Mao rubbed his arms and couldn't help but shiver.