Beautiful mayor's wife

After the trial is over.

Ding Dahu, Ding Erkui and Song Xiaoyue can finally meet Ding Wu alone.

In the narrow reception room, Ding Dahu, Ding Erkui, and Song Xiaoyue were sitting at the table, quietly waiting for Ding Wu's arrival. The expressions of the three were very anxious, especially Song Xiaoyue, who was so impatient.

"Crench!"

The iron door of the reception room was opened, and Ding Wu, who was in shackles, walked in with two policemen. At this time, Ding Wu looked very haggard, and his face was even more pale and frightening.

"My son..." Song Xiaoyue stood up and rushed over, hugged Ding Wu, and cried loudly.

Ding Erkui and Ding Dahu also stood up, each wiping away tears.

"Please restrain your emotions." The two policemen forcibly separated Song Xiaoyue and Ding Wu, and then ordered everyone to sit on both sides of the table.

"Mom... son, I'm sorry..." Ding Wu's face was full of guilt.

"Son, why are you so impulsive, why are you killing people..." Song Xiaoyue cried.

Ding Wu smiled wryly: "I was too impulsive at the time..."

"Ding Wu, are you worthy of us?" Ding Erkui pointed at Ding Wu's nose and cursed, "You unfilial son..."

Ding Wu lowered his head and said nothing.

"Okay, stop scolding Ding Wu." Ding Dahu let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Ding Wu lovingly in his eyes: "Ding Wu, we are actually responsible at this point, if we are not too used to you Now, you won't develop an arrogant and arrogant temper, and you probably won't kill people..."

"No, uncle, it's all my own fault. It's because I'm worthless and unprogressive, which embarrasses you." Ding Wu shook his head.

"Ding Wu, I want to ask you a question right now, you give me an honest answer." Ding Dahu said word by word: "If you could do it all over again, would you still kill people?"

Ding Wu was silent for a while, then said: "No more."

Ding Dahu smiled bitterly: "It would be great if you could repent earlier..."

The saddest thing in the world is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person. Ding Erkui and Song Xiaoyue are not yet 50 years old. Seeing their sons who have just grown up being executed, the pain in their hearts is beyond words.

The meeting time was very short. After 10 minutes, the two policemen were going to take Ding Wu away.

Song Xiaoyue rushed forward crying and yelling, holding Ding Wu tightly and refusing to let the police take Ding Wu away. Song Xiaoyue knew very well that as long as she let go, she would never see her son again in this life.

Ding Erkui also stepped forward to grab Ding Wu's hand, and said in tears: "Ding Wu, you really hurt Dad..."

Ding Wu tried his best not to cry, but after listening to Ding Erkui's words, tears came down immediately: "Dad, Mom, my son is not filial, son is sorry for you..."

Standing aside, Ding Dahu wiped away his tears with his hand, and sighed: "If I knew this earlier, why bother?"

Seeing that the scene was getting out of control, the two policemen immediately took out their walkie-talkies and called several more policemen.

With the joint efforts of several policemen, Song Xiaoyue and Ding Erkui were finally pulled away.

Seeing that Ding Wu was about to be taken away, Song Xiaoyue and Ding Erkui immediately became impatient and rushed forward like crazy, but they were caught by the police just after taking two steps.

Ding Wu was pulled out of the reception room and shouted: "Dad, Mom, my son is not filial, and I will repay you for your kindness in the next life... Uncle, please help me take care of my father and my mother..." Ding Wu's voice became louder and louder. It got smaller and smaller, and finally couldn't hear it.

"My son!" Song Xiaoyue wailed and passed out on the spot.

Ding Erkui sat on the ground stupidly, staring at the door, and kept calling his son's name.

……

A full week has passed.

When Niu Zhi came back from the city just now, he looked much haggard.

"Secretary Niu, are you back?" Tian Cuiying hurried into Niu Zhigang's office.

Niu Zhigang sat on a chair, smoking with his head down, and ignored Tian Cuiying.

"Secretary Niu, have you found a buyer?" Tian Cuiying continued to ask.

Niu Zhigang still ignored Tian Cuiying.

"Secretary Niu, why don't you speak?" Tian Cuiying asked suspiciously.

"I said you are annoying!" Niu Zhigang raised his head and gave Tian Cuiying a hard look: "I don't want to see you now, get out!"

Tian Cuiying was stunned: "Secretary Niu, why are you so angry? Who messed with you..."

"You're messing with me!" Niu Zhigang yelled, "Get out, do you hear me, get out!"

Tian Cuiying opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but when she saw Niu Zhigang's ashen face, she swallowed back the words that came to her lips, then turned around and left the office, closing the door, Tian Cuiying's face was full of doubts, Secretary Niu What's going on here?Why is there such a big fire?

Inside the office.

Niu Zhigang stretched out his hand to scratch his thinning hair, and said dejectedly, "Why did I want to plant turf so obsessively back then? It's all over now, and I made such a mess."

……

Kong Liang pushed open the office door and walked in, and said to Ma Xiaoyao who was drinking tea: "Major Ma, Niu Zhigang is back."

"Oh?" Ma Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows: "Has he found a buyer?"

"I don't know." Kong Liang shook his head: "But I saw Niu Zhigang's face was very ugly, and he seemed to be in a bad mood."

"You look ugly? Are you in a bad mood?" Ma Xiaoyao's mouth twitched slightly: "It seems that Niu Zhigang's job in finding a buyer is not going well...By the way, how much turf did Niu Zhigang plant in total?"

"It seems to be more than 100 mu." Kong Liang replied.

"More than 100 mu?" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly widened: "This Niu Zhigang is really courageous. He dared to plant so much for the first time to plant turf. Isn't he worried about losing money?"

"I heard that Niu Zhigang invested all the money from the township treasury." Kong Liang was well informed.

Ma Xiaoyao sneered: "The investment is big, the return is high, but the risk is also high. It's good that the turf can be sold smoothly this time. If it can't be sold... Humph... I'll see how Niu Zhigang ends up at that time."

……

Ma Xiaoyao's prophecy really came true.

Niu Zhigang couldn't find a buyer, so the more than 100 mu of turf could only rot in the field. As a result, the villagers who planted the turf quit and ran to the party committee compound to make trouble, clamoring for Niu Zhigang to give them an explanation.

These villagers donate their own land to plant turf, and they usually have to fertilize, water, and take care of it. Unexpectedly, in the end, their busy work was in vain. These villagers must not be able to accept this blow.

Niu Zhigang stood on the steps and kept apologizing to the villagers, his lips were almost worn out.

"Secretary Niu, we trust you to free up the land to plant turf. You can't trick us."

"Yes, Secretary Niu, what did you say at the beginning, you said that after the turf is sold, you will definitely give us a good salary, but now you tell us that the turf cannot be sold, and we Isn't your work in vain?"

"Secretary Niu, you must give us an explanation today."

……

The villagers shouted loudly.

After the villagers stabilized, Niu Zhi said just now: "Folks, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect things to go wrong... But don't worry, I promise to compensate everyone for their losses, and I won't let you down." You are busy for nothing."

"Secretary Niu, how long will you give us compensation?" A villager asked reluctantly.

"Uh... one month, you give me one month..." Niu Zhigang hesitated and said.

"No, one month is too long." The villagers shouted in unison.

"Then how long did you say?" Niu Zhigang asked with a bitter face.

"At most half a month, after half a month, we must be compensated!" The villagers shouted.

Niu Zhigang twitched: "Okay, just half a month!"

Seeing that Niu Zhigang agreed, the faces of the villagers softened.

"Secretary Niu, you must mean what you say, and don't fool us." A villager said worriedly.

"Don't worry, what I, Niu Zhigang, absolutely counts. You can go back now, right?" Niu Zhigang said in a deep voice.

"Let's go, let's go back and wait for news." The villagers left the party committee compound one after another.

Seeing that the troubled villagers finally left, Niu Zhigang's tight heart was finally relieved.

……

Township government office building.

Kong Liang excitedly ran into the mayor's office, and said to Ma Xiaoyao who was reading the materials, "Major Ma, just now a group of villagers ran into the party committee compound and made trouble."

"Oh?" Ma Xiaoyao looked up suspiciously: "It's all right, why are the villagers making trouble?"

"It's not about the turf." Kong Liang replied: "Niu Zhigang couldn't find a buyer, and the 100-acre turf was about to rot in the ground. Of course, the villagers who planted the turf quit and came one after another. Ask Niu Zhigang for an explanation."

Ma Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows: "What happened next?"

"Later, Niu Zhigang made a promise to compensate the villagers within half a month, and just like that, the villagers left." Kong Liang said.

Ma Xiaoyao twisted his lips: "Niu Zhigang probably has a big head now."

"It must be big." Kong Liang said with a smile: "I'm probably going to die of depression now."

Ma Xiaoyao pondered for a moment: "As far as I know, the urban area is undergoing greening construction, and there is a great demand for turf. It stands to reason that the turf planted by Niu Zhigang should be very easy to sell? Why can't you find a buyer?"

"I have inquired about it. A month ago, the greening construction in the urban area was completed, and the demand for turf in the urban area is not great now." Kong Liang told the news he had inquired about.

Ma Xiaoyao was stunned: "What else? No wonder Niu Zhigang couldn't find a buyer... If more than 100 acres of turf really rotted in the field, it would be a huge loss... We must find a way to sell the turf Just go..."

"Major Ma, you don't want to take care of this, do you?" Kong Liang asked.