The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 7 Black Corn

Seeing Zhao Zhanhai walking away, Wu Weinong said worriedly: "Shuangzi, I just gave him the 1 mobile phones. What if he still withholds the money and refuses to give it to us?"

Tian Shuang's eyes were fierce when he heard the sound: "He's so fucking daring, if he doesn't do things for me, I'll fucking report him to the Commission for Discipline Inspection."

"Don't act recklessly, don't you know how many people people give gifts every year? If he is not sentenced, and he is not taken down, do we still want to do it in the future? We have to discuss this matter, alas."

After getting Zhao Zhanhai's reply, Wang Biao got on his flamboyant motorcycle and went straight out of the village, along the cement concrete village road, heading north all the way to Wangjiatun. He didn't feel the heat when he came to the village, but This time when he got home, he was very hot. The big sun above his head was like a three kilowatt Yuba lamp, baking him there.

Looking at the sparse two rows of small poplar trees less than three meters high on both sides of the road, Wang Biao couldn't help thinking of more than ten years ago, when there were four rows of big poplar trees with dense branches and leaves growing on both sides of the road. Most of the light is blocked, and almost the whole road is under the shade of trees. Even in the midday sun, only a little space can be obtained from the gaps. At that time, not only the sides of the village road, but all the fields are When you are tired of shoveling and weeding or doing other farm work, it is a great enjoyment to go to the forest or the shade of the trees on the road.

But now, those tall poplar trees have already turned into pieces of furniture or pieces of boards. The tens of thousands of poplar trees that have disappeared have been replaced by roads paved with red bricks in the five villages of Hongqi Village. In exchange, Zhao Zhanhai, the new village chief who has been in office for less than a year, took away the one-room dwelling that was originally converted from a warehouse of more than 20 square meters, and built a five-room brick-concrete color-steel large tile-roofed house with a garage and I bought a black BYD car, and the big tile-roofed house is the most luxurious house in Hongqi Village even now.

From then on, Zhao Zhanhai bid farewell to his small single bed, and finally slept on the same kang with his wife, and his son and daughter also had their own bedrooms.

A few minutes later, when he got off his motorcycle and was about to open the door, his mother, Li Guizhi, came out of the commissary with a worried expression on her face, "What did you do?"

"Let's go to the village!" Wang Biao pushed open the courtyard door, and was about to enter the courtyard with his motorcycle.

Li Guizhi suddenly flickered in his heart, "Why are you going to the village chief? Did you go to the village to get angry and make trouble? How many times have I told you, don't meddle in family affairs, why can't you be obedient, let me save myself What, huh?"

Zhizi Mo Ruomu, she knows her son's temper and character too well, she is upright, and she can't understand corrupt officials and their messes, even when watching TV dramas, she will angrily scold those corrupt officials. Last year, her son I was so angry that I wanted to go to Murakami to ask for an explanation, but she suppressed it, so I ran to Murakami in anger today, I don't know what troubles will happen.

"What's the matter with me? I'm responding to our family's problems with good words. It's okay. Don't worry about it. Someone from Murakami will come to get the land for our family tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Oh, yes, don't worry about it." Talk nonsense to others, if others want to ask, just say that our family spent money to help others do it." Wang Biao confessed, pushing the motorcycle directly into the courtyard.

Hearing the movement outside the house, the old man hurried up and down from the kang to the outside room, "Why did you come back, where did the boss go this early in the afternoon? I don't want to eat, the egg sauce will not taste good when it gets cold. "Speaking, he lifted the lid of the Beiguo, and took out a small curtain from the middle. On it was a slightly yellowed flowering steamed bun, and a large bowl of fried golden and red egg sauce.

Looking at the almost flat bowl of egg sauce, Wang Biao knew that Grandpa must have cracked four eggs. Hmph, Grandpa still loves me the most. He walked forward with a smile, stretched his arms around Grandpa's neck, She said coquettishly: "Grandpa's scrambled egg sauce is delicious. I smelled it outside the house just now."

As he said that, he took the curtain and walked into the warm pavilion. His family has had two meals a day for decades, and only three meals a day when doing farm work. It has been more than two years since he came home. If he is hungry, give him scrambled egg sauce or egg pancakes. I am afraid that he will become a skinny monkey weighing more than 140 catties long ago.

A small wooden kang table, a bowl of egg sauce, a scoop of boiled water that has already cooled down, a large handful of peeled and cleaned green onions, and a big steamed bun are the extra meals that my grandfather gave him today. But it is the most palatable, even this egg sauce, he has been eating it since he can remember.

A chopstick of egg sauce, a mouthful of scallions, and a mouthful of steamed buns, Wang Biao was extremely satisfied and proud of eating. Although he had no object, and although his life was plain and poor, how many of the more than one billion people in China Can a person still eat meals cooked by his grandfather himself at the age of 30?

No! ! !Manchuria, he is the only one who has this blessing!
What is wealth, and what is the best thing?Even when you are 30 years old, not only your grandparents are still alive, but also your great-grandfathers and grandmas are as tough as seven or eighty-year-olds.

An old man in a family is like a treasure, but his family has two old treasures. It's just that the local tyrants can't be the local tyrants!

Looking at the land that was laid out almost like before, Wang Biao couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Zhao Zhanhai is still a man of his word. Now that the land is leveled, he will wait for his cousin to bring the people from the cooperative to cultivate black corn the day after tomorrow.

His heart is very relaxed. If he wants to cultivate the land, this year he will inevitably have to water the field with his mother, weeding, and seedlings. Everything else is fine, but the work of watering is really tiring. After one day, the whole People are like just crawling out of the mud.

The more arduous job is to release water during the summer drought. People have to walk back and forth in the two-meter-high cornfields, change waterways or dredge uncirculated places. The hairy branches and leaves will pull out the bare skin one by one. With a small opening, the burrs are more likely to get stuck into the meat, resulting in rash-like red bumps, and it is very hot inside, and there are many mosquitoes, not to mention suffering.

If the cooperative can really promise to give the money this year, all of it will be handed over to the cooperative for farming in the future, saving worry and effort, and responding to the country's call to increase land circulation!
Two days later, early in the morning, my cousin Chen Xiaogang drove a no-tillage machine with two ridges, and an agricultural three-reformer that pulled seeds and fertilizers to his house!
My cousin is one year younger than him, 1.8 meters two, taller than him, with big shoulders and round waist, with a round face like an oval shape, small eyes shining brightly, and although the mouth is not big, but, the most can be said, it is better than him. The skill of the big flicker Zhao Benshan is not much worse.

"Second Aunt, Second Uncle, don't worry, the money matter will never be bad. Turn around, once you harvest the black corn, you will get [-] and [-] mu of land, and I will call you immediately. How much can you pay for ordinary corn? They will regret it when the time comes." Chen Xiaogang was on the ground, pinching a cigarette with one hand, staring at his eyes, poking his small mouth, and talking seriously.

"I still don't worry if I have you. The second uncle doesn't believe others and doesn't believe you?" Wang Honggang exhaled happily. The 20 yuan Yuxi that his nephew gave him is better than the five yuan seven wolves!
He glanced at Wang Biao who was standing at the counter, and couldn't help but feel angry. Bai's mother went to college, and he was not as good as a junior high school graduate. Look at other people, they have cooperatives, and they smoke cigarettes for more than 20 yuan. If you don't make a lot of money, can you smoke this cigarette?

Finish the calf stuff.

Wang Biao squinted his father Wang Honggang's eyes. He understood the contempt in his father's eyes and the deep meaning in it. However, he has gradually become numb to the blow and contempt from his father.

Although Xiaogang's words are as contagious as a speaker's, he doesn't believe that even if it's a good year to grow corn, the net income of a farm is only [-] yuan. This kind of black corn will give you [-] net income?Only the land is produced, and other expenses such as seeds, fertilizers, pesticides, water and irrigation are borne by the cooperative?Where does the cooperative's profit come from?Is it true that Hei Baomi really pays so much?

Although he was puzzled, he didn't say anything. He just smiled and watched his cousin talking and singing good songs. There were people outside the small shop and other members of the cooperative. He couldn't tear down his cousin.

"Our cooperative is the largest cooperative in Jiangyuan. The Everbright Stone Pagoda has planted more than 1000 fields, not to mention other districts and counties. Let me tell you this, second uncle and eldest nephew. This means that I have a good personal relationship with Mr. Gu. Otherwise, it would be impossible to let your family join in. This village is only yours, and it is not contiguous. If you run all the way here, it will take a lot of money to delay things. I feel sorry for my second aunt, who is 52, and I have to grow it myself Land or something, I was too tired, so I explained the situation to Mr. Gu and begged for favor."

Li Guizhi showed a characteristic simple smile, "Then your second uncle and I don't know, why don't someone come here to plant the land for six or seven miles, don't go back after planting today, and eat here for a while I'll let your second uncle kill a chicken and stew it."

Seeing his mother's expression of being happy and grateful for something, Wang Biao sighed in his heart, and glanced at Chen Xiaogang meaningfully, you boy, you are really promising, you have sold your second aunt and uncle, and they have to be grateful You count the money for you, don't you?
Do you really think that I don't know Daodao in your cooperative?Do you really think your brother and I are joking about the years I worked for BJ?What kind of people and things have I never met?

At this time, Han Dasan, the director of the Dahua Village branch, glanced at the people in Wangjiatun in the small shop, and said with a smile: "You guys just wait to collect the money, this guy, no one believes that our cooperative is a lie." Yes, let me tell you like this, our uncle Mr. Gu is the secretary-general of the city, can this be bad? You probably have heard that our cooperative grows black corn and sells it by ear. It’s not sold by the catty, it’s not only sold to BJ and the South, but also exported to earn foreign exchange!”

　Biaobiao hereby begs all the wealthy bigwigs to reward a wave of favorites and recommendation tickets!Give the village chief a bribe!
　　


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