Huang Youfu looked around and couldn't help but ask, "Where are you taking me?"

As Bao Zhiguo walked up the mountain, he said, "I'll sell you."

After he said this, Huang Youfu felt relieved.

"Forget it, I weigh over 100 kilograms, but they're not even as valuable as potatoes."

"Haha, you old Huang, you finally said something sensible."

The two of them walked up the mountain while talking, and stopped not long after they went.

"Old Huang, what can you see?"

"What?"

What can be found on the mountain?

Stones, trees, grass.

"What are you doing? What's so good about this?" Huang Youfu looked at Bao Zhiguo, then looked around. "We have only seen this since we were little. You have seen it for so many years, and you still haven't seen enough?"

In spring, we dig wild vegetables in the mountains; in summer, we pick wild fruits in the mountains; in autumn, we pick chestnuts, mushrooms, and firewood...

In winter, who would go up the mountain? It’s so cold.

"You have a pair of fish eyes, you can't see anything useful."

Huang Youfu snorted coldly, "What are you talking about? Tell me what you are talking about."

"look……"

Bao Zhiguo pointed to the surrounding environment and repeated what Jiang Yan had said to him. "Our place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the temperature and humidity are just right. Look at the ground. It's full of pine needles and fallen leaves, which form natural nutrients..."

“Stop, stop, stop…” Huang Youfu was confused. “Bao Erxiao, can you speak human language? What are you talking about? Needles, nutrients, I don’t understand.”

In his haste, he even blurted out Bao Zhiguo's nickname.

Wild boars can't eat fine bran, I don't understand this.

"To put it bluntly, this mountain that we have seen since we were young can grow treasures. Do you know ginseng?"

Huang Youfu nodded frantically, he knew it too well.

People of their age, who hasn't heard a few ghost stories? They have heard a lot of stories about ginseng picking, including the story of ginseng turning into a spirit to repay a favor, and the story of ginseng dolls, anyway, there are quite a few.

Why do people like to tell stories about ginseng? It’s because ginseng is precious. When old ginseng collectors go into the mountains, they face both danger and opportunity. One ginseng root can bring life to an entire family.

"Can ginseng still be grown?"

Huang Youfu's eyes turned red. Before, Bao Zhiguo only told him to grow medicinal herbs, but he didn't know what they were growing specifically.

If you had told me to plant ginseng earlier, he would have agreed a long time ago!

"The ginseng we grow is called forest ginseng, which is a little different from ginseng. Its medicinal value is definitely not as good as the wild one, but it can also be sold for a lot of money..."

Bao Zhiguo naturally didn't understand these, but Jiang Yan did! She gave Bao Zhiguo extra lessons whenever she had nothing to do, and now Bao Zhiguo has become a bit of an "expert".

As Huang Youfu listened to Bao Zhiguo talking, the desire in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

“Can you really make money by growing medicine?”

"Of course, what the educated youth Xiao Jiang said, how could it be false?"

In Bao Zhiguo's mouth, this young educated youth Jiang was almost a god. However, everyone saw the changes in the Victory Brigade, so he couldn't help but believe it.

"But, after all, they are being sent down to the lower level. Is it really okay to send them to your brigade?"

Bao Zhiguo looked around nervously, leaned close to Huang Youfu's ear and whispered a few words.

No one knew what Bao Zhiguo said, but Huang Youfu's expression changed several times. Sometimes he was surprised, sometimes he sighed, and sometimes he realized it.

"That's all I have to say, brother. Think about it carefully!" After saying that, Bao Zhiguo went down the mountain with his hands behind his back.

Huang Youfu stood there in a daze for two full minutes. Finally, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, turned around and followed him out.

His heart has been shaken, and he believes that taking over Qinghe Village is just around the corner.

A month later, the Victory Brigade sold more than 10,000 kilograms of fish. When Bao Xinguo received the payment, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was such a huge sum of money! He had never seen so much money in his life.

According to the distribution of fish farming work, each household in Shengli Brigade can get nearly 60 yuan on average.

Don't underestimate these sixty yuan. In the past, the whole family worked in the fields and only earned more than one hundred yuan a year. When the years were bad, they had to borrow money from the team, and there was not much left.

The fish pond can sell fish twice a year. Although the members have to work a little harder by making money in this way, their income has increased several times compared to before!

Wouldn’t it be nice to have the money in your own pocket?

After dividing the money, all members of the Shengli Brigade were full of enthusiasm. Now Jiang Yan was their God of Wealth. If anyone dared to say a bad word about Jiang Yan, everyone would roll up their sleeves and fight him to the death.

Even Zhang Chunhua and her son have become obedient, let alone others.

The new and old educated youths at the educated youth site all praised Jiang Yan and were convinced.

All of them benefited from it. Being assigned to the Victory Team was a huge win.

The benefits obtained by the members of Shengli Brigade were substantial, and the sale of fish this time also deeply stimulated Huang Youfu. He finally made up his mind to do it according to the instructions drawn by Bao Zhiguo!

He came to the Victory Brigade carrying a bottle of wine, had lunch at the Bao family for the whole afternoon, and that evening, he rode away leisurely on his bike.

Within two days, news spread that Huang Youfu had caused a big disturbance in the commune.

Huang Youfu is an honest man. His action shocked all the members of the township team. No one knew why an honest man suddenly went crazy!

Later I heard that Huang Youfu was dissatisfied with the fact that there were too many people demoted from their team.

Apart from the old, there are only young people who can't do any work. They fall ill every other day and their ideological awareness is not good, so he is often criticized by the supervision team.

Some people also said that the person who died in Qinghe Brigade during the Chinese New Year was forced to death by Huang Youfu, and that Huang Youfu was just pretending to be honest but was actually a black-hearted person.

Anyway, they said all kinds of things, which made Huang Youfu cry out that he was innocent and he refused to let those people stay in Qinghe Brigade no matter what.

"Leader, even if there are people being sent down, you should assign a few young ones to us. If the older ones are not suitable, just send them to the Victory Brigade. They have never had any bad elements there. This is too unfair. Why?"

He also involved Bao Zhiguo in this incident. After Bao Zhiguo found out, he went to the village to make a scene. Finally, the leader had no choice but to strike a blow to Bao Zhiguo, who was in the limelight. He simply sent Jiang Baitao's family, including Su Hao, to the Victory Brigade.

The old are old, the young are young, and problems will arise if they are not taken care of properly.

"I don't care what method you use, just settle these people down. They can't be left behind in labor reform, and their ideological awareness can't be let go. Grasp it all!"

Bao Zhiguo's objection was of no use, and the person was sent to the Victory Brigade that afternoon.

When Bao Zhiguo stood at the entrance of the village to greet people, his eyes were red.

After seeing this, the members all felt that the team leader had a very difficult life and that the village leaders were really bullying!

Bao Zhiguo wiped his eyes and thought, finally the person I've been waiting for is here!

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