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His father also got angry: "If you sell your kid, it's worth less than rice!"

Then Er Manzi watched as his father loaded the family's sacks of rice into the bullock cart, and then took them away.

Pull away!

What's going on, Er Mangzi sat down on the ground and started crying, that guy is really heartbreaking.

Standing in the yard, Liu Qingshan couldn't laugh or cry at the moment. The villagers were either pulling by carts or carrying big sacks on their backs, sending bags of rice here.

"Qingshan, this rice is too precious, more than one yuan per catty, we don't eat it, we sell it."

Captain Zhang, together with the head of his family, piled nearly four sacks of rice in front of Liu Qingshan.

After everyone learned that the rice was going to be exported at a high price, they were immediately frightened by the price, and they sent back all the rice they got.

It costs more than one yuan per catty. It's really not what they should eat. It's better to eat corn balls and corn noodles that cost a few cents.

Even if it is replaced by white flour, one catty of rice can be exchanged for five catties, and white flour steamed buns are steamed every day, isn't it delicious?

"Come on, let it go, let it go!"

Zhang Ganzi drove the donkey cart and brought some bags of rice over:

"Qingshan, there are still ten catties left at home, cook some porridge for your aunt, hehe, you know, your aunt is pregnant."

Liu Qingshan really couldn't tell what it was like, if it was replaced by Zhang Ganzi, who was delicious and lazy before, and borrowed rice noodles, he dared to eat and drink, and he would send you back the rice he got?

As soon as they heard that Zhang Ganzi's wife was pregnant, everyone came up to make fun of him. Big Zhang Luo asked with a smile:

"Gaozi, how many babies are pregnant in your family, can there be ten or eight?"

"Your wife is the old sow of the pig farm!"

Zhang Ganzi immediately fought back.

As expected of the captain, the captain immediately stood up and upheld justice for Zhang Ganzi: "Da Zhang Luo, you know how to bury people. We Ganzi are doing a good job in the pig farm. Those sows are all bred by him!"

After hearing this, everyone burst out laughing.

Zhang Ganzi yelled anxiously, "It's the wild boar's mate, I'm just here to help."

This matter needs to be explained clearly. This is a matter of reputation.

Speaking of this matter, Zhang Ganzi's contribution is really not small. A few days ago, there was always a wild boar walking around the pig farm.

It happened that Jiapigou also wanted to breed a batch of hybrid wild boars, so the two hit it off.

However, this wild boar is relatively short in adulthood, and the old sows in the pig farm are all tall and strong, so this guy can't get on.

Even if you try to climb up, you won't be able to reach it.

This made the wild boar very angry. It had a wild attack, biting and poking with its tusks, and injured several sows.

Zhang pole went up to stop him, but the wild boar gave him several somersaults.

As far as this pole is concerned, regardless of its lack of culture, it is basically equivalent to illiterate, but it also knows how to use its brain to find a way.

Finally, I really figured out a trick: I dug a small hole more than one foot deep in the ground, nailed a wooden stake in front of the hole, drove the sow into the hole, and tied it to the wooden stake with a rope.

This is all right, everyone is happy, and the breeding is no problem at all.

It's just for the experimental stage, only five or six sows are bred.

The wild boar who eats the marrow and knows the taste does not go back to the mountain, but wanders around the pig farm every day, and now it is not so afraid of people.

Especially with Zhang Ganzi, who has the closest relationship, as long as Zhang Ganzi yells, this guy will appear in front of him happily, probably thinking that he is going to be a bridegroom again.

Even the sows in the pig farm like to grunt and whimper when they see this wild boar.

I guess it's because of the wild boar's unique temperament of unrestrained indulgence and love of freedom?

Seeing that the topic jumped so naturally from the price of rice to the breeding of sows, Liu Qingshan had seen the tricks of the simple villagers.

He was about to bring the topic back, when he saw several children running over crying, lying on the rice bag and refusing to get up.

Among them, Er Mangzi was the most serious, crying very sadly: without the snow-white rice, life became bleak.

Liu Qingshan can understand the feelings of the villagers: People who are afraid of poverty are not afraid of hard life, but afraid of having no money.

However, considering the current level of development of Jiapigou, it is really not necessary to care too much about eating and drinking.

So he picked up the second son, wiped the tears for the kid, and said loudly: "Everyone, take all the rice back, our cooperative, there is no shortage of food for everyone!"

These words are so good, Er Mangzi stopped crying immediately, and laughed a little bit.

It's just that the big snot was crying just now, and suddenly he was so happy that he blew out a big snot bubble.

"Qingshan, you can't eat it. When I think about how expensive rice is, the rice grains I chew in my mouth are like chewing a penny-for-penny steel coin. I really can't swallow it."

Dashuai Zhang expressed everyone's aspirations, but this description is a bit harsh.

"Our cooperative has nearly 20 catties of rice left this year. Don't care about it. Look at the poor children."

Liu Qingshan took out a handkerchief, wiped Er Manzi's runny nose, and sent him along with the handkerchief: "Go home and wash it off quickly."

Da Zhangluo disagreed: "I didn't eat rice before, and I ate corn pancakes every day. The children are still as strong as calves. It is still important to sell the money. How much delicious food can you buy for the children?"

"It is more reasonable to eat coarse grains and fine grains together."

Liu Qingshan chatted with everyone, eating cornmeal every now and then, always getting tired of eating.

If everyone returns the rice, the ones distributed by his family must also be returned, and there must be no specialization.

So he cleared his throat: "Everyone, listen to me, the old saying is good, you can't eat poorly and wear poorly, and you can't be poor if you can't figure it out."

"Let's Jiapigou, we don't need to search and search for food and drink in the future. Only by maintaining a healthy body and working harder can we make more money, right?"

This seems to make sense, and everyone began to ponder in their hearts.

At this time, Che Boss also quickly helped Liu Qingshan: "Qingshan is right, in a few days, our cooperative will distribute this year's dividends."

"I'm trying to settle accounts these two days. Almost every family can share ten thousand and eight thousand. That is to say, every family in Jiapigou is ten thousand. What's the matter with some rice? What's the matter?"

What, [-] yuan households, have we all become [-] yuan households?

People froze for a moment, then clattered, surrounded the owner of the car, and asked about the amount of their dividends. As for the rice, who cares?

When Liu Qingshan first heard it, he was also a little shocked: last year it was a thousand yuan village, but this year it turned into a ten thousand yuan village?

But thinking about it a little bit, I don't think it's impossible.

A step forward in a year, does this mean that in the coming year, our goal will be set at a village of 10 yuan?

When I was thinking about it, I heard a crashing sound coming from my side. I turned my head and saw that Er Mangzi had found a basin from nowhere and was harvesting rice from his sack.

He took a full pot and ran home. Just as Liu Qingshan was about to remind him to run slowly, Er Mangzi stumbled and fell over and gnawed on the mud. Most of the pot of rice was sprinkled. .

"You prodigal bastard, pick up the rice one by one!"

Seeing this, his old mother became angry immediately, and slapped Er Mangzi twice on the buttocks.

Then she hurriedly yelled at her own man to transport all the rice back, and other people also started to do it one after another.

As soon as the rice was transported home, Er Mangzi stopped crying and squatted there cheerfully picking up the rice grains, muttering: "I picked them all up, I'll eat you for dinner tonight!"

A few days later, the Jiapigou Cooperative and the company represented by Cui Minhao formally signed a contract to sell rice.

The price was fixed at one yuan and ten cents per catty, and finally President Jin negotiated with Liu Qingshan on the phone before deciding on the final price.

A total of more than 18 catties of rice, nearly [-] tons, were packed into big sacks, and then transported to the county by large trucks, followed by trains and cargo ships before being transported to South Korea.

This has nothing to do with Liu Qingshan and the others, anyway, the transportation costs are the responsibility of the other party.

The sale of rice was a cooperation between Jiapigou and the other party, and had nothing to do with the county, so there was no big commotion.

But for the Jiapigou Cooperative, it was a big deal: a full 20 yuan!

With excitement, the villagers finally ushered in the year-end dividend meeting.

Although it's only the end of October and it's not the end of the year, for farmers, the harvest for the year is basically determined.

After dinner early, everyone gathered in the team headquarters, everyone was beaming, asking each other.

It's all like "how much money can your family get" and the like.

The big speakers in the village also play songs, singing "a big river with wide waves, the wind blows the fragrance of rice and flowers on both banks";

"Damn, pole, do you really have a big sack?"

Seeing a big sack sandwiched between the creaking poles, everyone started to make fun of it.

But Zhang Ganzi didn't care at all: "You haven't seen any money, do you know how much 1 yuan is? If it costs one yuan, it's [-] yuan."

"A little guy like Zhang Dashuai can bury you without a sack, can you put it back?"

"Believe it or not, I'll bury you first." Zhang Dashuai snatched Zhang Ganzi's sack and put it on the opponent's head.

There were people booing and helping, and they directly stuffed the Zhang pole into the sack, and then tied the mouth of the sack, and the Zhang pole curled up inside, leaving only kicking.

The old branch secretary also strolled over with his small cigarette pouch in his mouth, his hands behind his back, and besides joy, there was more pride on his face.

As the secretary of the village party committee, he certainly feels extremely honored that Jiapigou has achieved such a great development.

Where is Aoyama?

The old party secretary searched for Liu Qingshan in the crowd. He felt that it was Liu Qingshan, not the village cadres, who should receive the cheers of the crowd the most.

In the end, Liu Qingshan was not found, but a bulging big sack was found on the ground, and the sack was still bulging here and moving there.

The old party secretary coughed: "Who caught the pigs from the pig farm, haha, that's okay, today we will share dividends in the cooperative, and we will slaughter a pig to celebrate!"

Then I heard a humming sound coming from the sack: "Can't be slaughtered, can't be slaughtered!"

The old branch secretary was taken aback: "Is this pig a sperm?"

There was another shout from the sack: "Second Uncle, it's me, I'm the pole!"

Annoyed the old branch secretary, he went up and gave him a light kick: "What kind of monster are you doing in a sack?"

At this time, Che Boss yelled: "It's a meeting, it's a meeting!"

Everyone rushed forward immediately, only the big sack kept rolling on the ground: "Let me out, let me out, I still have to get Qian Nie..."

There are more than 200 people in Jiapigou, old and young, all gathered in the team headquarters.

Even Xiao Huo, who was as big as Xiao Huo, was held in Liu Jinfeng's arms, looking around with big black eyes.

There are also elderly people like Grandpa Ganzi and Grandma San, who all carry small benches and sit in the front.

All of them were radiant, as if they were ten years younger.

The children ran wildly in the yard, and were reprimanded by the adults, but they still ran.

Liu Qingshan looked at this scene quietly with a smile on his face, only joy remained in his heart.

Can't help but press the shutter, click click, record this scene.

"Everyone be quiet, let's have a meeting next."

Captain Zhang yelled, and the whole yard fell silent immediately. The adults stopped chattering, the kids stopped running wildly, and even the dogs stopped barking.

"This year, the domestic and international situation is very good, the people of the whole country are working hard, the country's various industries are booming, and satisfactory results have been achieved..."

Captain Zhang still took out a piece of crumpled paper in a decent manner, and read from it.

Ahem, a reminder from the old branch secretary came from behind: "It's down."

Chapter 3 The gap between people, why is it so big?

There was a burst of good-natured laughter from everyone. Captain Zhang is not very educated, and he can read a lot of characters in Dou Da. I don’t know who wrote the speech. It seems that he worked hard to memorize it.

Captain Zhang was not embarrassed, he simply put the piece of paper into his pocket, and then waved his hand:

"Let's not talk about these useless things. The international situation has nothing to do with us for the time being. Just call the boss of the car and announce the income and expenditure of this year!"

Hush, huh, everyone applauded enthusiastically.

On such a grand and solemn occasion, the boss uncle is also serious:

"This year, the situation in our Jiapigou is very good. Everyone is working hard. All industries in the village are booming and achieving satisfactory results..."

Well, why does this set of words sound so familiar?

Everyone finally understands a little bit: co-authoring Captain Zhang's manuscript is the same as the boss's uncle, but the meat is changed.

"Say it dry, don't make up such useless clichés!"