Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 23 There are fans
Yang Zhenyu uploaded the video late at night. At this time, the villagers of Yangjiawan Village were already fast asleep, but for the urban residents, even if they decided to go to bed, they would spend half the day with their mobile phones.

Big data constantly pushes the types of videos you like, and outdoor food has always been sought after by the majority of netizens, especially the quiet and simple rural taste.

Compared with other chefs' big dishes, Yang Zhenyu's sauce-flavored cucumber dish is like a clear dish, not greasy at all, and it doesn't use too many seasonings, so it's easy to use.

The video clearly records the process of cucumbers from being picked to being pickled and made into finished products, which makes people hungry after watching them.

The "people you may know" and the division of regions also brought a lot of popularity, and many netizens in Qingjiang County saw this video.

Yang Zhenyu's sleep quality is very good, but it seems that he can always hear the sound of "ding ding ding~" in his sleep.

Woke up early the next day, stretched in bed, yawned, and immediately remembered the video uploaded last night.

Pick up your phone and tap Douyin.

The message bar shows 99+.

Click to see, there are many netizens who privately message themselves, and there are also @自己的.

Yang Zhenyu took another look at the video he uploaded. It had 3622 views, 141 likes, 55 comments, and 83 fans.

For a novice, he is content and has gained some sense of accomplishment.

Then read some comments from netizens.

"Fellow townsman, you must like it!"

"He pushes this kind of video to me in the middle of the night, and I can't justify it without a few sips!"

"It looks delicious!"

"Tomorrow, I'll buy a few cucumbers and try it."

"I don't want to marinate, I just want to eat ready-made ones, I'll give you the jar, pickle it for me!"

"..."

While looking at Le, Yang Zhenyu replied to some netizens' posts.

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step! Come on!" Yang Zhenyu firmly believed and encouraged himself.

After getting up and washing, I cooked two bowls of muddy noodle soup and ate it with my grandma.

After breakfast, Yang Zhenyu was going to the village committee to talk to Zhang Mingkang about contracting the Yangjiawan pond. It has been a few days and there has been no response.

On the way, Wang Chunyan called and said excitedly, "Have you watched the video? There are a lot of people leaving messages!"

"Look, if we prepare in advance and arrange the shooting environment, maybe the effect will be better!"

"I'm just going to talk to you about this, step by step, don't be in a hurry, first of all, let the netizens like you, affirm your cooking skills, and then polish the shooting scene!" Wang Chunyan is very caring, she herself is a self-media I also know the way of it, and patiently guide Yang Zhenyu.

"When will you be free? I've already thought about the next dish, a popular dish on the Internet recently, boneless chicken feet!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chunyan salivated rapidly.

For a big foodie, there is no resistance in front of delicious food.

When drinking porridge this morning, Wang Chunyan took out Yang Zhenyu's pickled cucumber for a bite, chewing it was crisp and refreshing, as if dancing on the tip of the tongue, constantly stimulating the taste buds.

Usually I can only drink one bowl of porridge, but I drank two extra bowls this morning.

A small jar of pickled cucumbers was consumed by the whole family in one breakfast.

Wang Chunyan's mother also asked, where did she buy it?Let her buy more to go back.

Now it can be said that Yang Zhenyu's cooking skills have scratched Wang Chunyan's stomach to death.

When she heard that Yang Zhenyu was going to make boneless chicken feet, an Internet celebrity dish, her eyes widened instantly, and she hurriedly said, "I'm free the day after tomorrow. I'll go out to write in the morning, and I'll come over to help you shoot the video in the afternoon. How much more this time?" Make a little, not enough to eat!"

"No problem, I'll let you eat this time!" Yang Zhenyu said boldly.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Chunyan began to look forward to the day after tomorrow, looking forward to the boneless chicken feet made by Yang Zhenyu.

……

Yangjiawan Village Committee.

Zhang Mingkang just came to the village committee to be on duty. When he met Yang Zhenyu at the door, he suddenly remembered the matter of the Yangjiawan pond, and said with a smile, "Xiao Yang, I'm sorry, I'm waiting for inspections these days, and I've been working overtime every day to catch up on materials. , so forget about your business.

Let's go and drink some water first. I'll call Yang Kui and ask him if he's at home? We'll go straight there! "

"Don't worry, Director Zhang, if you have something to do, do it first!" Yang Zhenyu followed Zhang Mingkang into the village committee.

Zhang Mingkang took a glass of water for Yang Zhenyu, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I will help you with this!"

Then he took out his phone and called Yang Kui, "It's done!"

"Yang Kui, are you at home? I'll bring someone over to look at the pond!"

There was an affirmative reply.

Zhang Mingkang grabbed the handbag and grabbed Yang Zhenyu's hand, "Xiao Yang, let's go, Yang Kui is at home, let's get things done early, he likes to wander around, and he doesn't know where to go after a while?"

Yang Zhenyu put down his water glass and followed.

Yang Kui's house is only a few hundred meters away from Yangjiawan Pond, just down a slope.

When Yang Zhenyu and Zhang Mingkang arrived, Yang Kui squatted in front of the house eating instant noodles.

Zhang Mingkang looked at his slovenly appearance and said with disgust, "Yang Kui, look at yourself in the mirror. If you don't wash your face, hair, or change your clothes, I can't stand it if I'm a woman. You Are you still looking for a woman?"

Yang Kui glanced at Zhang Mingkang and Yang Zhenyu, raised his head and asked, "Are you going to contract the pond?"

Yang Zhenyu nodded: "Uncle Yang Kui, it's me, Yang Zhenyu from the fifth group. When I was studying, you took me to catch pheasants!"

Yang Kui got up and took a second look at Yang Zhenyu. He was not interested in this person and hadn't seen him for many years. He was more interested in the name Yang Zhenyu.

Although he is not very popular in the village and does not like to communicate with the villagers, he knows more or less what happened in the village.

The story of Yang Zhenyu's family selling plums to make a fortune also reached his ears.

Seeing that Yang Zhenyu was still a green hook child, I got his attention in my heart.

Ponds can be subcontracted, but it will cost you more.

Yang Kui likes to take advantage the most.

"Let's go! I'll take you to the pond!" Yang Kui quickly planed a few mouthfuls with a spoon, and threw the instant noodle bucket on the ground after eating.

Zhang Mingkang looked at him and shook his head, he didn't even want to say anything.

The three of them arrived at Yangjiawan Pond together.

Yang Kui gestured casually: "It's [-] mu in total, so it's no problem to raise [-] catties of fish!"

Zhang Mingkang asked: "Did you measure the [-] acres? Please take a good look at the scope of the contract!"

As soon as Zhang Mingkang heard it, he knew that Yang Kui wanted to blackmail Yang Zhenyu.

It's not easy for a doer to come out of the village, and the leaders of the village and county pay attention to it. Zhang Mingkang, the village director, doesn't allow Yang Kui to blackmail Yang Zhenyu like this.

Yang Kui didn't take it seriously, "The contract is on fire, if you are worried, you can find someone to measure it yourself!"

Yang Kui predicted that Yang Zhenyu didn't want to do such unnecessary troublesome things.

Zhang Mingkang immediately said: "The village committee still has a copy, which clearly states that the pond covers an area of ​​11.3 mu."

Yang Kui's face was not very good-looking, and he glanced at Zhang Mingkang, "11.3 is 11.3! The contract fee is 3000 yuan per mu. Think about it, and if you think it can be done, we will write the contract here!"

"3000!" Yang Zhenyu looked at Zhang Mingkang in surprise.

(End of this chapter)