Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 323 The Consequences of Bragging
However, some members already knew that He Ping knew movie stars, "Didn't He Ping mention this when he came back from Shanghai last time."

"Then who knows if it's true or not, I thought He Ping was bragging."

"Do you know it's true this time? Let me tell you, Zhou Yun, no, it's Zhang Yu, that's really pretty." Han Zhaoshe said with a look of reminiscence on his face.

"He's a movie star, so why not watch it?"

A member asked Han Zhaoshe with a smirk and malicious intentions, "Hey Zhaoshe, then you know Zhang Yu, so you don't have any other ideas?"

Han Zhaoshe withdrew from the intoxicated expression, "I can have any thoughts, I still know my identity. A movie star like Zhang Yu must be worthy of someone like Brother He Ping."

Everyone laughed and said, "Your boy is quite self-aware."

"That's necessary. Let me tell you, Zhang Yu was so enthusiastic when he saw me, and even invited me to dinner. This is all for Brother He Ping's face."

"He Parallel, movie stars always save face like this."

"You don't even look at the identity of the person—the writer, the novel has been adapted into a movie. Speaking of it, it has been a year, and I don't know when He Ping's movie will be available."

As the members talked, the building turned crooked, and they discussed the film adaptation of He Ping's novel.

Han Zhaojun was sweating profusely in the warehouse of the chicken farm, "Where are everyone going now?"

The member who worked with him said: "You still don't know? Zhaoshe is back, and several people have gone to ask Zhaoshe about Shanghai."

Han Zhaojun was furious when he heard this, "These bastards!"

Then he felt something was wrong again, "You bastard!"

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the house with a dull head, and at the same time, he was still thinking that when Brother He Ping handed over the chicken farm to him, the chicken farm was fine.It didn't take long before the discipline began to loosen, and I was ashamed of my trust in Brother He Ping.

When he arrived at home, Han Zhaojun saw Han Zhaoshe happily bragging with a group of commune members, so he got angry and rushed forward with his stick.

"Second brother, eh, second brother, second brother~second~brother..."

The members watched Han Zhaoshe fled in embarrassment under Han Zhaojun's big stick, howling in pain, all of them showed fear, and moved towards the door one after another.

slip away!

Five minutes later, Han Zhaoshe was lying on the kang with bruises all over his body, and the members of the commune had already fled.

Han Zhaojun dropped the stick with a good idea, and went back to the chicken farm without saying a word.

Han Zhaoshe lay alone on the kang, muttering expressionlessly: "I'm provoking someone, so I'll brag about it, I'll brag about it..."

Back at the chicken farm, Han Zhaojun stared intently at the few commune members who had slipped away halfway. These people immediately lowered their heads guiltyly, for fear that they would follow in Han Zhaoshe's footsteps.

What happened in the chicken farm reached He Ping's ears within an hour.

He chuckled at this, since he handed over the management of the chicken farm to Han Zhaojun, he would not interfere easily again. It is the principle that He Ping has always adhered to.

However, what happened to Han Zhaoshe made He Ping amused. Han Zhaojun hadn’t cleaned it up for more than half a year.

After staying in the pig farm for a while, seeing that there was nothing he needed to do, He Ping walked home.

The small market outside the village did not disappear because of the end of the new year, but showed a kind of tenacious vitality. There were many hawkers doing business, and it became the most lively place in Fangyuan.

Having nothing to do, He Ping walked over, thinking about buying something for dinner.

Wandering around, he found an acquaintance, the girl who sold popsicles in the streets in summer.

"Zheng Wenzhi?"

"He Ping?" As her regular customer, how could Zheng Wenzhi not know He Ping, she was pleasantly surprised to see He Ping.

"Why did you set up a stall here?" He Ping asked.

Zheng Wenzhi said: "Popsicles are not easy to sell in winter. I was staying at home. Later, I heard from my neighbors that your place is very good, so I came here."

He Ping has a good impression of Zheng Wenzhi, the little girl is very clever and has a good sense of business.

"How is it, how is it selling?"

"It's not bad, it can't compare with Xia Tian, ​​but it's definitely better than being idle at home."

"Bring me a buttercream."

Eating popsicles in winter is definitely a very good experience. He Ping took a mouthful of popsicles and felt chilled.

"Your job is too seasonal, why didn't you change to another job?"

Zheng Wenzhi said with a wry smile: "There are no suitable jobs for me, it's good enough to have such a job.

He Ping glanced at her and asked, "You told me about your education before?"

"Freshman in high school, I didn't read on."

"Are you interested in working in our Hantun?"

"Ah?" Zheng Wenzhi was confused by He Ping's sudden question.

"Oh, what, we need accountants here, and we have ready-made masters to bring them, come?"

Zheng Wenzhi's little brain was spinning rapidly at this moment. She had heard people say that the team-run enterprise in Hantun is doing very well. Thinking about how long she would spend in the popsicle factory, she might as well come here directly.

Thinking of this, Zheng Wenzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't plan to go back to discuss with his family, "Okay, how much will it be?"

He Ping likes her look like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, "Don't worry, the money is not bad for you, if you think it's okay, go to our chicken farm tomorrow to find the accountant Zhang Xinjun, and you can discuss the details with him in detail."

"Then it's settled, you can't go back on your word, don't let me come over tomorrow and you don't want me anymore." Zheng Wenzhi said fearing that He Ping would go back on his word.

"Don't worry, I'm in charge of this matter."

After talking about this matter, He Ping licked the popsicle and walked away with a smile.

After He Ping left, Zheng Wenzhi was still a little worried. She hadn't been to Hantun since autumn, and she didn't know what Hantun was like now.

She inquired with the peddlers who were also setting up stalls around her. When she heard that Han Tun had distributed 5000 yuan to each of the commune members last year, her eyes almost popped out.

"The members of the Hantun community are blessed. We don't expect to be compared with the members of the Hantun community, even if we can work in their farm as a worker. You don't know, the scene when the Hantun pig farm recruited people a few days ago was amazing. Guy, there are thousands of people, just recruit 20 people, and the heads of the people are squeezed into dog heads."

Zheng Wenzhi suspected that the peddler was lying to him. How could a pig farm recruit thousands of people?

The peddler saw Zheng Wenzhi's suspicion, "Don't believe me, little girl. Why do you think so many people come? It's because Hantun pays a high salary. The entry salary is about the same as those state-owned factories in the city. They also get dividends at the end of the year. And benefits, calculated to be higher than wages in factories in the city.”

One of the peddlers said that Zheng Wenzhi was still a little skeptical, but when the peddlers around were talking about money, she had to admit that she underestimated Han Tun.

I was really lucky to go out today!
(End of this chapter)