Eight zero peasant girl

Chapter 91 There is no free lunch in the world

"Have you eaten yet?"

"what?"

Why did the leader suddenly ask such a commonplace question? Could it be that he wanted to promote him?

Don't miss out!

Pretending to cough twice, Song Xiangyang replied modestly: "I haven't eaten yet!"

"Oh."

"?"

Why did the secretary look disappointed? Was he wrong?

Song Xiangyang looked at Meng Tang puzzled, but saw that the little girl was covering her mouth and having fun.

Hey, this bad girl!
Keenly aware of the dissatisfied eyes of the village chief, Meng Tang diligently prepared the plate.

"The village head, Uncle Yu, you can call them to eat!"

"You cook the lunch?" Seeing Meng Tang skillfully serving the dishes, Song Xiangyang realized later.

"Well, grandma got a little injury and needs to recuperate. Grandpa, I'll serve some chicken soup for grandma."

"Okay, get yourself a bowl too."

"Ok!"

Knowing that men like to drink and brag when they eat, Meng Tang picks up a little food and puts it in a bowl, and takes it to the back room to chat with Mrs. Zhou while eating.

The laughter of the men was like a thunderstorm, and the delicious chicken soup stimulated the taste buds. From time to time, the men could be heard full of praise.

The leader of the family has a young girl who has grown up and learned to cook and do everything!
Proudly poking her neck, Meng Tang drank the delicious chicken soup in one gulp, and then while the men were chatting and drinking, she maliciously finished the chicken soup in the pot. When the men finished eating the chicken soup on the table, they found that Meng Tang has a bulging belly.

Hey, little clever ghost!
For a lunch, the host and guest had a good time, talking and laughing.

After dinner, Song Xiangyang led Meng Tang to send Yu Yang and others out of the village.

At the end, Yu Yang stared at Meng Tang lovingly, his love was beyond words.

The little girl is dexterous and versatile, the most important thing is her high IQ and high consciousness, if she can be kidnapped, it would be great?
Meng Tang: Are you really not a human trafficker?
"Little girl, study hard, uncle is waiting for your title on the gold list."

Meng Tang nodded in agreement, and then took out a piece of white paper and a pen from her pocket: "Uncle Yu, please leave the address, I will write to you later."

Song Xiangdong stared at the pen and paper held by Meng Tang in shock, deeply feeling that his IQ had been crushed.

He lived 40 years in vain, and his mind is not as active as that of a little girl?
"Okay, uncle's family also has a child, he is five or six years older than you, but you should have something to talk about."

Leaving the address neatly, Yu Yang looked at Meng Tang reluctantly, and stretched out his hand to pull Song Xiangyang aside.

The two chattered in low voices, and it took a long time for the two of them to end the 'tea party'!
Hmph, is there any secret that a genius like her can't listen?

"Little Tangtang, goodbye if you have a chance!"

"goodbye!"

Hey, they are not a group of five people, why only three people go back, and two are returned?
Watching the leader's back disappear from view, Song Xiangyang excitedly picked up Meng Tang.

"TangTang, you did a great job today, and the village head will give you a big credit."

"Yeah, do you want pocket money?"

"Will you ask for money, but verbal praise!"

"whispering sound!"

Picking, picking, searching, not as generous as Xiaoyu.

In other words, she seems to have not seen Xiao Yu for a long time, is she still angry?

"The leader has agreed to build a brick factory in the village, and specially left experts to help. Starting tomorrow, our village will be busy!"

"Where are the experts?"

"Hey, Tangtang, the village chief knows you are a good boy."

Seeing the village chief grinning from ear to ear, teeth bared, Meng Tang complained in disgust: "Village chief, if you have something to say, don't laugh, or I will have nightmares at night."

"You kid, you really beat people with your words. The two experts really like to eat the food you cook, so I asked your grandpa to lead them to your house for a while."

"Village chief, I'm only seven years old!"

The world is going downhill, people are insane, and they enslave underage children, no one cares!

Meng Tang pouted aggrievedly, with a face of reluctance.

The village chief rubbed his fingers with a half-smile: "Two yuan a day, at least one meaty meal a day, how about it?"

"Okay, can I give you money from today?"

"You girl, you're playing tricks on money. Meng Tang, have you been bullying Xiao Yu recently?" After talking about the business, the village chief took Meng Tang's hand and walked down the village road, starting to deal with private matters.

"Village Chief, I still have something to do, so let's go first!"

The little hand slipped away from the palm, Song Xiangyang looked at Meng Tang's fleeing figure, and commented in a low voice: "Little slippery head!"

Turning around, I thought of my gloomy and unhappy little daughter, her worried head was a big circle!
When it is noisy, I feel that the child is disobedient, but when it is quiet, I am not used to it. I always feel that she is holding back some big moves.

Stretching out his hand to touch the back of his head, Song Xiangyang couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

In the past two years, my hair is really getting less and less!

I really want to pluck my leg hair and put it on my head.

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After receiving instructions from his superiors, Song Xiangyang convened the whole village to hold a meeting.

The theme of the conference is: How to promote economic development and run a brick factory well!

Because the general education level of the villagers is not high, the village chief simply simplified the topic: how to make money?

The years have passed, and the early spring has not yet arrived. The cold wind makes the cheeks sting, but the hearts of the villagers are as hot as a stove.

Before the Chinese New Year, the village head suddenly installed a loudspeaker in the village for some reason, and read the newspaper on time every morning, broadcasting current affairs, politics, entertainment and farming.

Most of the content in the newspaper was which villages, which counties did what, and how much money they made. At first they didn't believe it, and even sneered at it, but after listening too much, they inevitably left thoughts in their hearts.

Since other villages can build factories and make a lot of money, why can't their village build brick factories?
The cold wind howled past, but the villagers who were eagerly discussing did not notice it!
Song Xiangyang stood at a high place and looked at the excited villagers, and he couldn't help but feel great pride in his heart.

The little girl of the Meng family is very intelligent. If she hadn't suggested to get a loudspeaker in the village first, the meeting would not have gone so smoothly.

"Folks, do you all know why the meeting is held today? Yes, the town has agreed to build a brick factory in our village. These two are experts sent by the city. With them, we are halfway to success!"

"Village chief, when will the factory be built?"

"Don't worry, let's discuss other things first. The villagers all know that building a factory is not easy and requires people and money. Today we will focus on discussing money."

"Should we let us pay for it ourselves?"

Boiling noise came from below the stage, Song Xiangyang calmly stared at Er Mazi, who was the loudest, with his face sinking like water, without saying a word.

After a long time, the noisy villagers noticed the weird atmosphere and slowly stopped talking.

"Do you want to make a lot of money? Do you want to build a small building? Do you want your children to go to college? If you want to, be quiet!"

A series of questions touched on sensitive topics in every household, and they looked at each other with serious expressions.

Think, want to make money, want to make big money!

Looking at the quiet folks, Song Xiangyang sighed from the bottom of his heart: "There is no free lunch in the world. The country wants to develop the economy and revitalize the villages and towns, but there are so many villages and towns all over the country. How can we manage them? The city treats us The village-run brick factory is very supportive, otherwise they would not have specially sent experts here, but the money requires us to find a way by ourselves, what do you think?"

　Why can't I restrain the beast in my heart on a wasteful day?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)