The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 190 The Whistleblower
this day.

Early in the morning, around four o'clock, smoke rose from the chimneys of many houses in Wangjiatun.

Not long after, a couple or a couple walked out of the house fully armed and headed towards the old Wang's small shop.

All of them have long clothes and long sleeves, and they all wear hats or headscarves.

As time went by, electric and gasoline-powered two-wheeled three-wheeled motorcycles in the other four villages continued to pull people to Lao Wang's small shop.

When they arrived, they either went into the house to buy bread and dry food, or chatted and chatted, or gathered outside to chat.

"There are quite a few people here? So many?"

"Is that too much? There are only more than 60 people, and there are more than 30 farmlands. It's not bad to finish it in two days."

"This job, there are too many people. If I just hire ten or twenty people, I can work a few more days and earn a few more days."

The person next to him curled his lips and squinted and said: "If you are asked to do it for seven or eight days, then you don't have to do it anymore. The corn is old, so it can still be cooked?"

backyard.

After Wang Biao quickly drank a large bowl of warm milk, he wiped his mouth and left the room.

Commanding nearly NO.60 people to work, such a big scene has never been experienced before.

It must be cool to think about it.

In fact, he could have spent 10,000+ to buy a domestic harvester that harvests stems and ears.

But after studying with Shen Na, they gave up.

Since he promised to lead the villagers in Hongqi Village to create wealth and increase income as much as possible.

Some of the work on the farm cannot be done entirely by agricultural machinery.

Machines have done it all, so where can people find jobs?

People in their 60s and 60s have just reached the age in the village where they enjoy dancing, eating, drinking and having fun every day. You let people in their [-]s and [-]s in rural areas go out to work as laborers on construction sites?

Overdraft life to generate income?

In Wang Biao's view, these farmers are forced by life.

But another group of people standing on a high place and gesticulating are shameless.

Even a little immoral.

Grilling corn on a pole is not tiring, mainly because of the sweltering heat in the corn field.

But for earning at least 200 yuan a day, these are within tolerance.

It's all worth it.

"Mom, you will cook mung bean soup in all three pots in a while, and let my dad take it to the field when it cools down later."

"Should I add sugar?" Li Guizhi asked.

Wang Biao said, "Just add a bowl of rock sugar."

It's summer, don't give people heatstroke.

In front of the shop.

Wang Biao began to divide the points into groups. He divided the people into five groups according to the five villages. In each group, one or two or two or three people were in charge of supervising the work.

Those who place the sticks, pack the boxes, and load the cars each perform their duties and do their own work, busy and orderly.

Li Hongjun, Li Chao and others are only responsible for loading the corn in the car, and deliver it to Dahua Laohuang's house when it is full.

The price of black corn this year is relatively well-known because of Wang Biao’s vibrato.

It is also anthocyanin and organic farmyard manure.

Very bluffing.

It seems a lot, but excluding labor, warehousing, transportation, damage, basic money and the money for Zhang Yong and that person, the net income of a field of black corn is only [-] to [-].

More than 30 lands can earn 90 to [-] yuan.

Looking at a lot, a good guy earns [-] to [-] yuan a month, how can this farmer be poor?They are all well-off.

actually not.

The reason why Wang Biao is able to sell so expensive is because he has mastered the sales channels, without middleman exploitation, so that he can go directly from the ground to the final sales link.

Otherwise, earning six or seven thousand a day would be too much.

This is still tax deductible.

Wang Biao stood on the ground and recorded the video with his mobile phone.

"Have the family members seen it? Our family hires labor even for picking corn. How is this row of noodles? A large team of nearly 60 people is almost catching up with the connection. If you want to place an order, please contact us.

I don't have a lot of stock here, don't look at this large area, but I only have three or four fields of black corn that are out of contract. If you want to eat black corn that nourishes yin, nourishes the skin and fights aging, hurry up and order it.

It costs three yuan per ear, and Douyin fans are limited to one hundred ears per person. "

After a publicity campaign, Wang Biao recorded another video and sent it to several book friend groups.

Then I specially wrote a chapter testimonial and related works and posted it on the Internet.

According to the old rules of last year, black corn will be mailed to the big guys for free.

From the leader to the hall leader, from three hundred spikes to twenty spikes, as long as you private message him with his address, all will be sent for free.

At least half of the credit for his success today is due to these lovely and great book friends.

In the field, after sitting on the ground and writing a chapter of a novel with more than 2000 characters, Wang Biao wandered back home.

There is another important matter waiting for him at home.

After Shen Na simply washed up without makeup, she went downstairs.

She is a little fairy, she doesn't need makeup, she is just as delicate and beautiful.

No way, the genes given by my parents are good.

As soon as she went downstairs, she saw the old lady, the old lady, these two old babies who hadn't spoken a word for a month, sitting in the living room again.

She smiled.

These two old babies who are crazy about their great-great-grandson are not trying to prepare her for pregnancy, they are raising her like a pregnant woman in confinement.

You see, someone will drive her back to sleep in a while.

"Oh, why are you waking up so early? It's not even seven o'clock. Go back and go to sleep." The old lady said.

The old man said: "Wait a while, granddaughter, drink this bowl of goat's milk and go back to sleep. There is something in my stomach that I can sleep on."

"Sleep well. If you can't sleep all the time, people will sleep stupidly if you sleep too much. My grandpa and grandma experts said that I need to be more active so that I can conceive a healthy baby." Shen Na said.

As for the words of the experts, she made them up completely.

If she didn't say that, the two old treasures would force him to sleep until eight or nine o'clock every day.

She is not a pig, besides there are so many things at home, the corn is harvested now, and the wheat has to be processed today.Turn around and pull the black corn trailer directly to BJ to test the waters.

Wang Biao went to the field, and then he had to go to the pony shed to watch some construction, to the construction site, to the village, and to write a novel.

She has to help share some.

After simply eating breakfast and drinking goat's milk while pinching her nose, Shen Na put on her hat and mask and was about to go out.

The old man reflexively shouted: "Why are you going? You don't dare to ride a horse."

"No riding, I will drive to process wheat with my mother and uncle."

The old lady said: "What are you going to do? Your old uncle and the others will do it."

"I'm going to look at the accounting or something, I'm leaving!"

Sometimes it's not good to be too pampered.

So tired.

Now all the machinery has been moved to the newly built large garage, except for the telescopic arm grab loader.

Now there are not only agricultural machinery in the warehouse, but also wheat and alfalfa.

It's cool and ventilated here, and there are no mice, so it's just right for storing food and so on.

Even if there are mice, I am not afraid of them. There are two Xiasi dogs transported by air from Guizhou.

They are more active in catching mice than civet cats, and they are really seeing one and killing the other.

And don't look at the two dogs who are only five or six months old now, but they are very spiritual.

With your own family around, you can touch them as you like. If you don’t have your family around, if you want to go into the warehouse and move something, that’s impossible.

In the big warehouse, Wang Guoqiang, Wang Guoshan, Wang Hongchao, Li Guizhi and three people hired by the village chatted around the big warehouse and waited for Shen Na to drive the telescopic arm loader over.

The stacks of wheat and grain are very high, and it is laborious and unsafe for people to unload them. Throwing them directly on the ground is easy to break and bubble, so they can only be transported and loaded with telescopic arm loading trucks.

Halfway through the setup, two Xiasi dogs who were chasing the ball in Curry suddenly ran from the big Curry to the south gate.

While running, he yelled happily.

As soon as Wang Biao entered the warehouse, two dogs with tiger stripes ran to his feet, barking and patting at his calf.

"Okay, okay, I'll feed you two gluttons." After squatting and stroking the heads of the two dogs, he came to the iron cabinet and grabbed two handfuls of dog food, but there was no food. Feed it immediately, but hold the dog food and scare the password.

As long as the dog does it, reward a few.

Li Guizhi is so angry.

Everyone works with this bastard.

He actually had enough fun with that.

They all married wives and started a family, and they were so playful.

Cursing in his mouth, he walked to Wang Biao's side and slapped Wang Biao on the back twice.

"Play, play, play with dogs every day, and don't drive for your wife." She kicked Wang Biao's calf again as she spoke.

Shen Na sat in the car and laughed tremblingly.

For some reason, she enjoyed watching Wang Biao being scolded by her parents, grandparents, and even great-grandparents.

If she was slapped or kicked twice, it would make her happier.

"Yes, Mom, if you kick him, it won't hurt him, you twist the inside of his thigh, hahaha."

Li Guizhi turned back with a smile and said, "Okay, my daughter must be like me, she is much better than my son."

Wang Biao looked at Shen Na dumbfounded: "You stinky girl, you are still fighting."

Small flour mills in rural areas are different from large mills.

In the countryside, you need to use something like a fan to peel off the skin and remove the soil, and then pass it through a sieve to remove some small granular soil, slag, gravel, etc., and then stir the wheat with an appropriate amount of water, bag it and simmer it for half a day. In processing flour.

Although it is laborious and laborious, but fortunately Sheng is in the original. To put it another way, it is close to the previous stone roller grinding noodles. The ancient method of grinding noodles is delicious and chewy.

Wang Biao didn't know if that was the case.

But what he knows is that all kinds of flour sold in the supermarket are not as delicious as his home. His home can make steamed buns, noodles, cakes, dumplings, and pimple soup, but you have to buy specific flour in the supermarket. It's really white, but the taste is really not good.

Many unscrupulous large companies will even add starch to it.

He's confident that the people of BJ's will love their farm's flour.

But this time, Wang Biao did not process the flour in Zhao Wei's processing factory in the front yard of his home, but went to Shangwazi Village, 28 miles away, near Jiangbei.

There is a small processing factory here that opens every two years, which is more advanced than that of the old Zhao’s. The machine rests for several months.

The door is not tight, the windows are broken, and there are many rats.

Not to mention the previous few years, let’s just say that last winter Wang Biao took Shen Na out to make frozen dumplings for others, and when he scooped white flour and rolled the skins, he found several rat droppings.

Afterwards, I told other people who were helping to roll out the skin and make dumplings, and immediately four or five families said that the family made mouse feces in that Jiamian.

Wang Biao was so disgusted that he didn't make dumplings like before, and then had a delicious meal of freshly made frozen dumplings at someone's house.

This is for the people of BJ.

Hygiene can not be sloppy.

If you want to eat mouse feces, or the leftover hairy noodles that have been accumulated before falling out of the machine, the signboard that Manman Dawang Farm has finally erected may not be able to suck.

In the Internet age, it is easy to establish a brand with a good reputation, but it is a hundred times easier to lose a brand.

garage.

"Honey, let's stop riding motorcycles in this hot weather, let's drive. Wearing a helmet doesn't make you realize that you've got heat rash on your head."

Wang Biao looked at Shen Na, who was dripping sweat from her forehead and nose, and said speechlessly.

Shen Na rode on the bike, "It's cool to ride, I haven't ridden for a long time."

These days, he is busy with getting married, attracting and sending off, busy with the cattle farm, and has not found time to ride Xiao Pang out to play.

Just going to the city for a while to pick up a custom-made noodle bag for the noodle.

Perhaps Xiao Pang was being left out in the cold.

"Daughter-in-law, the sun is very poisonous, don't get your arms tanned."

"It's okay, I put on sunscreen."

"But I didn't paint it."

"You're an old man, just get tanned if you get tanned."

Wang Biao: "."

"You wait, I'll go back and put on the camouflage jacket." He said, opened the back door and came to the courtyard, went directly to the window of the west wing room, and said to the grandma who was lying on the kang and blowing the fan: "Mrs. Grandma, don't lie down, your great-great-granddaughter-in-law is going out on a motorcycle."

When the old lady heard this, she flipped over and sat up leaning on her shoulder: "What the hell? Riding a motorcycle?"

"Yeah, if you insist on riding a motorcycle to GAI, you say the sun is so poisonous, what's the deal with heatstroke?"

"This girl, why is she so wild." The old lady hurriedly got off the ground, pulled her little cloth shoes and walked out of the house quickly, and came to the garage.

"Bao'er, come down quickly, it's so hot outside, look at you wearing such a thick hat, don't you cover it up, I'm too big, I'm lying on the kang blowing the fan and my head is sweating, be obedient, come down Hurry up, don't let Grandma worry."

The old lady repeatedly got Shen Na off the motorcycle, and when she got out of the garage, she still turned her head and told her, "You can't ride a motorcycle."

Shen Na took the helmet and thumped Wang Biao, "Okay, have you learned to sue?"

Wang Biao defended with two slaps: "No, no, am I afraid that the poisonous ultraviolet rays will burn my wife's delicate lotus arms? Let's stop making trouble, Mom and the others have left for a while, and we will return later. I need to buy something to see my aunt and uncle."

"Ride at night, go to Jiangnan to look at the community and look for real estate."

"Okay, listen to you."

This time I ordered a cloth noodle pocket, which was sprayed with Manman Dawang's non-GMO green flour.

There is also a tennis ball-sized cartoon character logo.

It is a cartoon icon created by Shen Na after her grandfather was resting on the ground with a sickle and a straw hat.

Very grounded.

I bought these [-]-jin small noodle bags for nearly five yuan each.

And pockets like plastic woven bags are only a few cents each.

The reason why cloth bags are used is that they have good air permeability and the surface is not easy to cover, and the second is that cloth bags are used to store the surface when remanufactured, but woven bags have been used in order to control costs in recent years.

The third is that this thing has a sense of class and a sense of the times. I believe it will definitely evoke the memories of BJ's uncles and aunts, and it will be easier to choose their flour.

The fourth point is also the most important point. His noodle pocket can be recycled. As long as he takes the noodle pocket to the designated sales point to buy noodles next time, he can deduct five yuan.

Five dollars, it will definitely greatly mobilize the enthusiasm of old men and women to buy noodles and return bags.

This will not only sell more noodles, but also achieve the effect of environmental protection.

Such as the marketing method of killing multiple birds with one stone, only a genius like him can think of it.

(End of this chapter)