The reborn me has no pattern

Chapter 52

For the summer grain in the Yangtze River Delta, the wheat is harvested first, and then the rice is harvested, with a difference of about three months. Basically, the days of the college entrance examination are used as the dividing line.

Zhang Haonan ordered three types of rotary cultivators and harvesters from six agricultural machinery factories through the Shacheng Agricultural Bureau. Because the Shacheng Agricultural Bureau came forward, the coordination was very fast, and there was basically no commercial trust issue between the two parties. At this time, the Agricultural Bureau was acting as a guarantee.

Even if nothing is actually guaranteed.

The machine assembly belongs to the first cycle of production and the second cycle of familiarity. After two batches, the drawings are basically useless, but the assembly process is still fixed, and no brain-slapping operations are performed during the assembly process.

After the machine was assembled, Wu Chenglin brought many village chiefs and production team leaders over to look at it. The necessary entertainment was still available, and a meal didn't cost much.

But after drinking and eating, it is easy to figure out which villages have the advantage of closing their doors and which villages do not.

"The Second, Eighth, Ninth, and Fourteenth Brigades, these four villages are stable. Stabilized!"

In the village office, Wu Chenglin was very excited. There was an abacus on the table. He made a call, and then said, "After deducting the expenses, there will be a profit of [-] to [-] yuan. The account will look much better at the end of this year."

"Zhong Xingfa, who runs supply and marketing, came over in the morning and said that he could go to Binjiang Town to run an order, but he would have to pay a commission."

"Zhong Xingfa? Run his mother whore and let him eat shit."

Wu Chenglin cursed, and flicked the cigarette ash, "I forgot what the son of a bitch said earlier?!"

Wu Chenglin, who was getting angry, narrowed his eyes, and after cursing happily, he said again: "Is Wang Daping of Binjiang Town and Guo Aixing of the fourth team brother-in-law?"

Wang Daping is the deputy mayor of Binjiang Town, in charge of agriculture. Wu Chenglin knows him and knows him, but he has no friendship.

"Seems to be."

"Go to the fourth team and ask Guo Aixing to come... Forget it, I'll go to his house at night, and I'll give him a commission. Zhongxing sends a bastard, I won't be considered a man if I let him earn a dime."

"..."

"..."

It hasn't been long since Wu Chenglin was besieged and scolded about Zhang Haonan's dividend distribution. It is impossible to expect him to calm down and expose it.

The cadres of the village did not have the intention of being a good person, after all, Wu Chenglin was not the only one who was besieged.

"The [-] people we selected before have driven well, and now there are [-] of them. It's probably enough for a few towns around. But we must also consider that after making a lot of money, you will be motivated. What Binjiang? We are not afraid of a few more towns and bridge towns, and we are not afraid of hard work if we have money, this is the last word.”

Wu Chenglin held a cigarette and said to the village cadres, "So if we can get out of Shacheng, such as Yushan City next door, Chengjiang City, or even the counties of Chongzhou across the river, then the benefits will be very considerable."

"We can completely make Wujiadai Harvesting Team into a seasonal long-term income-generating project."

"Of course, the country's economy is definitely getting better and better. At that time, many rural areas will not need to hire people from other places. Maybe their own villages also have ready-made harvesters, so the harvesting team can be disbanded and stopped."

"However, Zhang Haonan also made a promise to me. As long as he sells his machines and provides on-board operation training, he can bring them to the drivers of the harvesting team. The labor fee will not be small, and it will be charged by the hour or by the day. Can."

Speaking of which, Wu Chenglin had already burned out a cigarette, so he touched another one out, and the deputy village chief next to him took out a matchbox and wiped one. Wu Chenglin tilted his head and leaned forward to light the cigarette, then nodded at him, and continued : "Next, in addition to generating income during the busy farming period, we must also do a good job in publicity work. Take the production team as a unit, and clarify Zhang Haonan's job requirements clearly. You can't just give me two cigarettes if you want to go to work, right? , You have to tell the truth, don’t think that you can sell face and introduce people in.”

"Jincai, the account is settled first, and I will tell you about it."

Miao Jincai is the accountant of the brigade. He wears a pair of thick reading glasses and holds a cigarette between his fingers. He holds the paper in his hand and says, "The main reason is to increase the income after working in the food factory. According to the current salary level of the food factory, The annual wage income per person is about 400 yuan. In previous years, a family with three acres of land, counting part-time jobs, was about [-] yuan, which was just twice the difference.”

"Nowadays, farming is basically a loss. Just to maintain the rations, it is more common to owe dozens of yuan or hundreds of yuan..."

It’s impossible not to plant, but if you plant it, you will lose money, which means that farmers spend their own money to buy their own food.

The local farmers in Shacheng are pretty good, because they can find a small factory to work locally, anyway.

If it is a backward area, then there is really no big hope at all.

Some villages are not without Zhang Haonan single-handedly running a village-run enterprise, but if there is no one in the family, it will be ruined within a year.

Eating cards and taking them is considered good, but if someone catches you and takes them away, can you still fart?

Not all grassroots entrepreneurs are like Zhang Haonan, with a family of strong men.

"So, I just have one request. Don't make trouble with Zhang Haonan, and don't flaunt your power to get rich by relying on your relationship with any department in the city. Whoever does this, don't blame me for being rude. Also, the town There are people in the city who want to reach out, and if there is news, come back and notify as soon as possible, if anyone knows and does not report, I will kill you, have you heard?"

Holding a cigarette, Wu Chenglin looked at all the cadres and production team leaders in Wujiadai Village, and waited for them to express their opinions one by one, then put the cigarette on his mouth, then got up and said, "The meeting is adjourned."

The field outside the village is open, and there are five or six modified four-wheel tractors parked at the moment. Zhang Haonan's place is not enough, so I heard here temporarily.

Holding a teacup and smoking a cigarette, Wu Chenglin couldn't help grinning as he looked at the strangely shaped machines with alternating old and new paint.

It's all money.

Because Wujiadai Village's action is not small, the Agricultural Bureau took advantage of the situation to show its achievements, coupled with the TV station's interview, the town soon notified Wu Chenglin, saying that the city was planning to go to the countryside for inspection, so that he could make preparations.

"You bitch, it's time to inspect the eighteenth generation of your ancestors!"

Wu Chenglin, who has been busy negotiating harvest fees in various villages these days, has no intentions to deal with such errands. He only wants to generate income and make money now.

But if you don't prepare, you can't. He can't dig a hole for Zhang Haonan.

Irritated and worried, wasting time, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I went directly to the town government on a motorcycle. First, I complained to the town about the difficulties, and then the village road was bumpy. difficulty……

In a word, Wujiadai people are poor, short of breath and have no strength, so the city should hire someone else.

Until the mayor of the town came forward and said that in principle, within the scope of the city's policies, the rural youth could be given tax relief for entrepreneurship...

"Mayor Zhao, our Wujiadai's 'golden cauliflower' is very good, Mayor Chen must taste it..."

"Old Wu, you hurry up and leave."

"Okay, mayor Zhao stay, stay, don't send it off."

Riding on his beloved motorcycle, Old Man Wu left the town hall without looking back.

(End of this chapter)