Nine Bowls mean wedding wine.

In my early years, I had poor material life, and even on weddings, I couldn’t have much delicious food and drink. Generally speaking, there were only nine dishes for a table, so I got my name.

These are: buckle pork, steamed garden, stewed radish soup with big bones, sweet white and five servings of vegetarian dishes.

In this way, the portion is very small.

There are also some meat dishes like buckled pork, steamed garden, sweet and white rice. Everyone has a portion of buckled pork, eight slices of buckled pork, eight garden, and no one can think of eating more.

Therefore, as soon as the table was served, the guests took out the leaves of Yeerba that had been prepared, first pick up a portion of their meat and put it in their pockets, and took it home to share with their family.

If someone eats one more piece, it will be a fight.

However, Dagu stewed radish soup is available, but after eating this thing for a few days, it becomes sour when it is hot. In the memories of many middle-aged people, sour radish is the taste of their childhood.

That was more than thirty years ago.

Today is a happy day for Chen Xin and Ding Fangfei. Recently, there are many tourists in the village. After drinking, Song Qingyun is in a very beautiful mood. After dinner, she goes to find Chen Yidi excitedly.

Chen Yidi's stall is placed on the open space on the other side of the paper-burning tower, and next to it is Chen Er's cold radish shredded radish.

The two of them went to Chen Xin's house in the morning and followed the crowd. They didn't even bother to drink the wedding banquet and went out to do business.

They usually set up their stalls together and then closed them together, and they kept burning away Meng and Meng was not off the scorching.

Today, Chen Yidi sold jelly. He didn't know who he had made a plastic brand with the four big words "Sad Jelly". The so-called sad jelly is because there are a lot of millet spicy inside, which can make your tears spicy.

Song Qingyun was surprised: "Chen Yidi, don't you sell fried dumplings? How did you switch to jelly?"

Chen Yidi had a bitter face: "The dumpling business is not good, and there are still a lot left in the day. My old couple ate dumplings when they see the sky, and they want to vomit."

His skill in making snacks is actually not very good. First, he roasted sweet potatoes, no one cares about them, then fried dumplings, or no one cares about them. Chen Er, who was next to him, couldn't see it, so he taught him a recipe for a sad jelly. Chen Yidi's dead horse was treated as a living horse, so let's try it.

Song Qingyun: "What if I change to selling jelly?"

Chen Yidi pointed to a bucket of used tissues and plastic bowls next to him, and smiled on the way: "Is it still possible? Thank you brother Chen Er."

Song Qingyun looked at Chen Er's stall again. The buckets at his feet were full of bamboo sticks, at least thousands. This business? It's hard not to get rich.

Our Secretary Xiao Song was a little slandered? He grabbed two strings of shredded radish and put them in his mouth: "Chen Er? When you are hosting the entertainment."

"How can you ask for money?"

"That's right, I don't pay for the restaurant in the city. What's wrong with eating two pieces of radish?" Song Qingyun smiled and took out his cell phone to scan the code.

After eating, he asked, "Is Chen Da making trouble again? I didn't see anything."

Chen Yidi shook his head: "No, Chen Da hasn't come out for many days."

"What's wrong with him?"

Chen Yidi: "Chen Da has probably been sick in recent days and is so stupid that he often sits for a day. Hu Er laughs and cries. Secretary Song? Do you think he has Alzheimer's disease?"

Song Qingyun: "Is this not good? Chen Er? Why don't you find time to take him to the hospital for a look? If you really have this disease? You can't take care of yourself? I will report to the relevant department that you should be hospitalized and treated. If you really can't do it, you can't send him to a welfare home. He meets the conditions."

Although Chen Er had a big fuss with Chen, he was his own brother after all. He nodded: "Zhong? If it really doesn't work, I will take him to treat him. But? He is still fine now, I'm afraid he will refuse, and I can't beat him."

"Wait and talk about it." Song Qingyun asked again: "Chen Yidi? Since it's not Chen Dalai, why are you asking me to come here for such a hurry?"

Chen Yidi looked depressed when asked, and he lowered his head for a long time before saying, "Secretary Song, are my son and wife having alcohol at Chen Xin's house? Can you tell me and return the money I set up for the stall to sell to me. If it really doesn't work, half of it will be done. After all, there is still my capital in it. His mother is not in good health and needs to take medicine every day. She can't stop, but something will happen if she stops."

Song Qingyun was a little confused and said, "The money you earned from making snacks was taken away by your son and daughter-in-law?" Chen Yidi, this is wrong. Since you gave the money to someone else, and now you regret it and want to recover it, why can you tell me to speak?"

"I, I, I, it's not what I gave them... The customer came to buy jelly. Once you swipe WeChat, the money will go directly to my son's account. The card was printed by the secretary, and you have to be responsible." Chen Yidi pointed to the payment QR code hanging on the side.

Song Qingyun suddenly realized that when he was working on the QR code, because Chen Yidi used an elderly machine, he could not collect money, so he could only send the picture of the collection code there. In this way, every time he did a business here, he would enter his son's pocket a lot.

Chen Yidi's son and daughter-in-law work in the city and only go home once a week. At the beginning, he promised to take cash to his parents when he went home. Who would have thought that he would turn his face and play tricks on him in a blink of an eye?

In the end, he didn't accept Alipay from WeChat and asked the customers to give them cash.

Who is still with cash on people nowadays? Poor Old Chen, the more he does business, he becomes richer and more motivated. But he is good, and he becomes poorer and poorer.

Until now, I can't even get the capital out, and I'm so depressed.

Song Qingyun: "Chen Yidi, this is your own family matter. I personally think that the family still needs to communicate more. If you explain it clearly, the matter will be solved."

Chen Yidi suddenly shouted: "Secretary Song, you don't plan to take care of it anymore, this won't work."

Song Qingyun: "It's not that I'm shirking responsibility. If such internal family disputes really need mediation, I suggest you find Yonghua first. If it really doesn't work, find Secretary Zhenxin to make the decision for you."

After all, it is the village’s own family matters. According to the principle, the village committee has to mediate the matters in the village. He is just a village cadre. If he even cares about this, his hand is too long and inappropriate.

"I'll look for you." Chen Yidi said angrily: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault. Whatever you said, you wanted to make any code, but it turned out that I worked so hard for so many days, and I've been all the money to the little beast, but I've made myself so poor that I can't get rid of the blame. What am I going to do? You must have been cheating on my coffin book with my little beast. If you don't care today, I won't let you go."

After saying that, he grabbed Song Qingyun's hand and grabbed it tightly.

Song Qingyun was so amused and said to herself: It was you who asked me to help you get the QR code, and the responsibility for the child is not well educated. Isn’t this unreasonable trouble?

He was about to continue persuasion, but his heart moved again and asked, "Is the reason why your son turned against him is because of your daughter-in-law? It's useless for you to ask me to find your son. We are all women in charge, and men don't care about it."

"Yes, yes, that woman, it's very bad." Speaking of her daughter-in-law, Chen Yidi didn't even make a fuss: "She only has money in her eyes. My son's salary for working outside for years has been handed over to his wife, and he refused to even pay for cigarettes. Also, during the Chinese New Year last year, she not only didn't buy anything to go home, but asked us old couples for New Year's money. Is there any reason for this? Secretary Song, you are right, you have to ask the woman for an explanation and get the money back to me. Do you agree or not? If you don't agree, I won't let go."

"I would rather go find your son, at least he can listen to the truth." Song Qingyun smiled bitterly: "Okay, I'm causing trouble for myself. Chen Yidi, please let go. Can I help you get the money back? How much?"

Chen Yidi said quickly: "Nine hundred and seventy-three yuan."

Song Qingyun: "You have figured it out."

Chen Yidi's wife is Lin Yiping, a thin and small woman, only 1.5 meters tall. Although she is small, she has amazing energy in her body. When Song Qingyun called her to call her out of the banquet, the woman started yelling: "What, let's return the money, dream, and eat nothing."

"What are you saying swearing? That's your old man, your daughter's grandfather, who said that?"

"I just talked, what's wrong? Stop showing off in front of me."

"You have to be reasonable in life!"

"What is the reason for reason?"

Song Qingyun: "Money belongs to the elderly, not yours."

"He only has my child, his father, and he will not be all our money in the future. So what if we use his money?"

Song Qingyun: "You can't say that. That's right, the old man's money will be yours in the future, but if they don't give it, you can't ask for it."

"What does not mean not giving? It means giving. The tourists directly scan the code of my man, which means that the old man gave us the money directly. No matter who he said this, we will take responsibility."

"You, you... can't tell you." Song Qingyun said poor.

He really couldn't argue with his mother-in-law, aunt and daughter-in-law in the countryside, and soon he was defeated.

After the argument, Song Qingyun was depressed for a long time and suddenly slapped his forehead: "I'm stupid. Why are you quarreling with someone? Just change Chen Yidi's collection QR code to his own. Just change the old man's phone at hand to a smart phone."

He told Chen Yidi about this, and Chen Yidi agreed.

As for the mobile phone, it is easy to deal with. Song Qingyun also has a spare in his house. He can use it by taking it out and replacing it with a card. He lent it to Chen Yidi for a few days, and it will not be too late to return it when he makes money and replace it with a new phone.

But at this time the problem arose again. Chen Yidi usually uses a passbook and does not have a bank card.

"This is a terrible thing. You can go to the bank to get one in two days!"

Chen Yidi looked embarrassed: "It's too troublesome to enter the city once, and I don't know how to get a bank card... Okay, I'll try it in a few days. If it really doesn't work, I'll ask Shang Ding to help me ask."

Song Qingyun shook his head.

Hongshi Village is too closed, and the current society is developing rapidly, and the older generation cannot keep up.

This incident reminded Song Qingyun, and he then walked around the village for a long time.

The increase in tourists brought consumption to the village, and the villagers discovered business opportunities and thought about how to make money.

So they took out mountain goods one after another, put on weighing stalks on their waists, and asked everyone, "Do you buy it?"

There are fruits, medicinal materials, vegetables and wild fruits.

However, most of the elderly in the village are not aware of using mobile phones to collect and pay, and they still use cash transactions, which invisibly missed many transactions.

Song Qingyun wondered whether he should take time to literacy for everyone. Poverty alleviation must start with how to collect money. If he doesn’t even know how to use a smart phone, it will be seriously out of touch with this society.

Thinking of this, Song Qingyun went to Liu Yonghua’s convenience store.

Liu Yonghua had just returned home from Chen Xin's house after the wedding banquet. He was a little drunk and was lying on a cold chair to drink tea and quench his wine, preparing to fight again in the evening.

There is still a lively event tonight - new customers - that is, wedding chambers.

When Song Qingyun talked about Chen Yidi, Liu Yonghua shook his head and said, "There are more men and few girls in our village, and there are many bachelors. My daughter-in-law are all treated as treasures. They are very fierce, and my parents-in-law are afraid of offending them. Secretary Song, I think it is feasible to teach the villagers how to use smartphones, and they must also be done."

Song Qingyun planned to ask the villagers who planned to do business. If you want, the village will organize them to go to the bank to apply for a bank card, register with real-name registration, bank text message notifications, etc., and then teach everyone a lesson to teach them how to use their mobile phone to receive and pay.

Our Secretary Xiao Song is a little helpless. How simple is this to consume with a mobile phone? You need to teach it?

Liu Yonghua said: "Secretary Song, you are so careful. You can even think of this. I will organize the villagers, especially the elderly villagers, to help them strengthen their studies. By the way, you need to use your mobile phone to collect and pay. First of all, you have to have a mobile phone, which many people can't afford!"

"I can't afford to buy a mobile phone worth more than 1,000 yuan?" Song Qingyun was stunned.

Liu Yonghua: "There are really many elderly people who can't afford it."

Song Qingyun: “…”

Seeing that he was a little depressed, Liu Yonghua said: "Secretary Song, don't worry. I'm not stupid for those villagers who are willing to do business and make money, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of it. A mobile phone is not too much money, you can make it in one or two months."

After chatting with him, Song Qingyun opened the bag and took out his cell phone to see the time, but saw a few missed calls inside, all of which belonged to Director Lu of the street.

He hurriedly called back.
To be continued...