"That's right! That's worth being happy about."

"I'm so happy. Brother Yuanbao is hosting a banquet the day after tomorrow. Let's have a couple of drinks!"

"Oh, don't talk about it. It gives me a headache just talking about it."

......

The discussions outside the village committee could not fly over the low wall. In the meeting room, after listening to Gu Daqiang's brief introduction of his ideas, the four old men fell silent at the same time. They slowly twisted a wisp of tobacco from their pipes, slowly filled it into the pipes, compacted it, took out their lighters to light it, and took a puff. The spicy and pungent smoke reflected their wrinkled faces, making it impossible to tell what they were thinking.

Gu Daqiang smiled when he saw this, "My dear uncles, how did this happen? A few days ago, Secretary Huo came to chat with me. I was supposed to invite him to have lunch, but there were three families in the village making wine that day, so I had to tell him to go back and solve the problem. Everyone knows that Secretary Huo has a good temper. He didn't get angry with me, but asked about the situation in detail. When I said that, Secretary Huo felt that it was not right to continue like this!"

An old man turned his head and blew the burnt tobacco onto the ground behind him, then turned around and filled his mouth with tobacco while asking, "Why not?"

Gu Daqiang said, "It's a simple truth. A large number of meaningless banquets will add a serious financial burden to everyone, and at the same time increase everyone's calculations and cause conflicts..."

He had barely finished his words when the old man spoke up: "I think this is great. The village is lively, everyone eats and drinks more, there's wine and meat, what else do you want?"

Gao Yuanming couldn't help but say, "Old man, excitement has a price, doesn't it cost money? Village Chief Gu told me that he has been back for less than a month and he has already given away thousands of dollars in gifts."

The old man snorted, "That's because the money hasn't been recovered yet. Wait for him to hold a banquet after a while, and the money you gave away will be returned, right? Look, you gave twenty families a hundred yuan each, which is two thousand yuan. When you go back and hold a banquet and invite them again, the two thousand yuan will be returned, right? You didn't spend any extra money, and everyone was having a good time. Isn't that great?"

Gao Yuanming was stunned, and Gu Daqiang said faintly: "Uncle Fu, then the wedding banquet doesn't cost money?"

The old man's expression froze, and he muttered, "It's a lot of money to hold a wine festival."

The old man with a white beard tapped his pipe on the table and said, "Old man Fu, stop talking. The other strong man and the town official are right. This wine, if we continue like this, it will not work. You can do the math yourself. You will lose thousands of dollars a year for no reason. You can only afford meat for a few years, and you dare to waste it like this!"

Another old man nodded and said, "Indeed, the key is that some people with evil hearts do this several times a year and think of this as a way to make money! I still agree that we should rectify it."

"You're all focused on making wine. I think it's more necessary to take care of the funeral."

Gu Chengrong, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke. He took a puff of his cigarette and said, "The barber from Group 2 died a few days ago. When he was alive, the three kids in the house ignored him. They didn't even take him to the hospital when he was sick, and he just lay there and died. After he died, they built a nice grave for him. He didn't enjoy life when he was alive, so what's the point of doing all that after he dies!"

Several of them were elderly people. After hearing these words, they thought about what it would be like if they could not move one day, and they immediately fell silent, sympathizing with the words.

Gu Chengrong said, "Besides, what happened a few years ago has already proved one thing. It is absolutely right to follow Cadre Huo! I'll take this matter!"

The old man with a white beard followed up and said, "That's right. Since Murakami has already made the decision, we old bones are still needed and can make some contributions to Murakami. What's there for us to be shy about? Let's do it!"

Once these two people expressed their opinions, the remaining two people also agreed reluctantly.

Gao Yuanming smiled and said, "You old gentlemen are indeed of high character. I believe that with your participation, the appearance of our Hushan Village will be greatly improved soon."

The white-bearded old man glanced at him and said, "If you had done these things earlier, we would have been upright and upright, and the atmosphere would have improved a long time ago."

Gao Yuanming:.......

Gu Daqiang quickly smiled and took out a draft of the village rules and regulations and started discussing them one by one with everyone.

After just two comments, an old man couldn't help but complain: "Who wrote this? Do you know anything about Murakami?"

Gu Chengrong waved his hand and said, "Just read it. It's not well written, but it's convenient to have something as a basis for discussion."

Gao Yuanming, who stayed up all night to draft this document, was quite proud: ......

You old guys did this on purpose, right?

No matter what they said or how much they argued, since they had taken on the task, the elders were quite open-minded and expressed their opinions based on their understanding of the affairs of each family in the village. This discussion lasted for five or six hours.

In the middle, Gu Daqiang couldn't help but force a stop and let the old people eat something, smoke a cigarette, and close their eyes to rest.

At seven o'clock that evening, a once familiar voice rang out from the newly renovated loudspeaker in Hushan Village.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"I'm Gu Daqiang! Now broadcasting the notice! The day after tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, the day after tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, all villagers, go to the village committee for a meeting!"

"Repeat! At nine o'clock the day after tomorrow, all villagers will go to the village committee for a meeting!"