The cannon fodder of quick travel is not sad

Chapter 490 Xiao Li 9
Insurance is very profitable. As the village chief, Feng Xianhe has even more favorable conditions. Although he does not have the power to control the life and death of the entire village, certain restrictions are no problem.

If you don’t want to buy it, that’s fine. When the time comes when your family has problems with land subsidy or other issues, don’t look to him.

Sifang Village is all farmers, with little culture, and they don’t even need to make up a reason, just say that it doesn’t comply with the regulations, heh, the regulations, who knows what the regulations are.

He still has the final say.

In recent years, Feng Xianhe has made a lot of money because of insurance, and he is not forcing people to buy it. In this society, everything has to be covered with a fig leaf, and he takes the trouble to talk about how good insurance is, and he will suffer if he can't buy it. Can't be fooled.

Of course, if you really don't want to buy it, there's still time for you to tease someone secretly.

He is very smart. Anyone in Sifang Village who is rich or poor has a mirror in his heart. He knows very well that those who are so poor that they hesitate to buy a catty of meat will naturally be excluded. Buying insurance costs lives.

Not worth the candle.

Besides, without money, how much commission can be created for him, it's just a waste of words.

Li Zhengfu is like this.

Old man Wang shook his head and sighed, "It's too easy for these officials to make money." As the saying goes, nine grades of sesame officials, one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver, this is the same in any era.

"Eh? Lao Li, I heard something recently. It is said that the top needs to register the list of extremely poor households, mainly those without houses. Your house is in such a dilapidated state, and it is next to the garbage station. No, it must be Find some time to ask, maybe there is a subsidy."

The key point is that it is too close to the garbage station, the air is poor, and it is too harmful to the body.

house?

Siru smiled, "Okay." I felt a little regretful, it was a good thing, but unfortunately it was too late.

If Li Zhengfu hadn't died, well, he probably wouldn't have enjoyed such a good policy.

Coming back from the street, Siru was standing on the road in front of the house, she looked back into the house.

Li Zhengfu was still lying on the bed as he was at the moment he died, with his eyes wide open and dark brown patches already crawling on his face. Because the weather had been very good recently, he was getting rotten very quickly, and he had already emitted a burst of There was an unpleasant stench, and flies were flying around. Well, the sheets under his body had become wet.

It's corpse water.

But because there is a garbage station not far away, the truck transporting garbage bumps along the way every morning, not to mention the garbage that is spilled, and more of it is the bad water along the way.

It smells so bad.

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

Siru was often not at home, and Li Zhengfu was lying on the bed, but no one found him dead.

That's fine, it makes it easier for her to do her tasks.

Zhu Mao was very annoyed at Jiang Mingliang for not being able to get back the quota of Wubao households, but there was nothing he could do.

It was Wang Shufang's talk and talk that made him agree to come to Siru, um, to discuss a solution.

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

"uncle."

He stood at the intersection and shouted from a distance.Without taking another step forward, the road in front of Li Zhengfu's house was too smelly. Once he entered, he would be smelled of sour water.

Siru turned her head to the side, glanced at him lightly, and looked away, pretending she didn't hear him.

Seeing this, Zhu Mao became even angrier, and really wanted to leave without turning his head, but thinking of the purpose of coming today, he suppressed the anger in his heart, pursed his lips, frowned tightly, hesitated for a while, and finally slowed down. Zhao Siru walked over slowly.

"Uncle, why don't you answer me?" The moment he opened his mouth, he questioned.

Siru looked at the forty-year-old man in front of her. Well, he was very thin. His face was sallow and he looked malnourished, but there was an evil look in his eyes and his lips were a little black and purple. It was obviously something bad. , speaking to her in a tone of dissatisfaction and impatience.

This is Li Zhengfu's nephew raised as his own son, with a white eye.

"Oh, it's you." He withdrew his gaze calmly, "I'm old and my ears are deaf."

It's normal to not be able to hear.

Well, I don't want to hear it at all. If this Zhu Mao doesn't come to provoke her, since he is Li Zhengfu's only blood relative, he can be let go, but if he wants to ask for bad luck, heh, it's just incidental She never thinks too much about cheating people.

The expression on Zhu Mao's face froze, and he said, "I know you are angry and don't want to see me, Uncle, I admit that I was wrong, I was impulsive, this is all trouble."

Money can drive people to death.

Siru didn't speak, Zhu Mao couldn't see what she was thinking, and continued, "I went to Jiang Mingliang, and he said no, I 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 have already figured out a way, as long as you cooperate with me, uncle."

A look of cruelty flashed in his eyes, Jiang Mingliang, don't blame him for turning his face and denying others.

"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 he could seek life and death. If something happened... Zhu Mao paused and bought a life accident insurance policy for his uncle. Well, he would write his own name as the beneficiary.

But Siru said calmly, "Forget it, no need, I don't want that quota."

Zhu Mao: ...

Thinking that he heard it wrong, he couldn't help shouting, "Uncle, what are you kidding?"

Siru just looked at him with a serious expression, "I'm already 65, how long can I live." She shook her head, "Don't worry about it, I'm bored too, just let fate."

What's more, so what if it's coming, it's not cheap to be a white-eyed wolf, it's better to cheat people.

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

"Don't come here anymore. I raised you to be worthy of my sister. I have done my best to be benevolent and righteous. If you die, I don't need you to die for me. You can go and live a good life."

farewell.

In the end it was his beloved nephew, well, as Zhu Mao said, he did feel guilty, and he also agreed in his heart that he killed the whole family, so he was very guilty.Even if Zhu Mao was sorry for him, he didn't intend to pursue it.

After these words, all the grudges came to an end, but if Zhu Mao did anything after that, she would not be blamed.

After Si Ru finished speaking, she entered the room.

Zhu Mao didn't want to go into that house. For some reason, it always felt eerie.

The mud-tiled house was old and dilapidated, and the lush bamboo forest completely covered the sun. The house stood in the shadows, without any light. Zhu Mao rubbed his arms and couldn't help shivering.

(End of this chapter)