Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 227 Faces before and after
"Mom, don't worry. We will have a family in the future. Ranran will eat meat and I will drink soup. I will continue to work hard to climb up and try to move to the provincial capital as soon as possible!"

"Cough cough..."

After hearing the last words, even Li Ruiguang couldn't help coughing.

Still going up? !
Su Qingfeng is only in his early 20s!
He just got promoted!

Doesn't he feel that this promotion is a bit too fast?

Li Ruiguang drank a cup of strong tea to recover from his gaffe.

He looked at Su Qingfeng as if he was looking at someone else's outstanding child. Then he turned his head and saw the proud smiles of Su Sanyang and Su Siwei. He couldn't help but glare at Li Jing.

Li Jing was still a little confused.

He even felt a little wronged.

No!

What the hell is going on!
Why are you staring at him again?
In any case, this time the two parties paid the betrothal gift, and finally there was no trouble.

When Su Qingfeng left, her feet were floating.

Soon to be married!
This is really the first time in two lifetimes!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile. It wasn't until he returned to the jeep and sat with a few aunts in the village that they started teasing him. Only then did he realize that he was a lot older. , the old cow eats young grass, and actually shows that the old house is on fire, such an immature look.

I'm happy, but I still can't forget the important things.

Su Qingfeng sat in the car and knew that the old party secretary and the aunts had already selected the sows and piglets that would be raised by the pig factory in the village, and that these pigs had been packed and brought into the car and loaded by the pig factory in the provincial capital. There are cars and drivers dedicated to transporting these sows and piglets.

At this point, Aunt Hua patted Su Qingfeng's hand, her face filled with pride, "If we Qingfeng hadn't known their leaders, they wouldn't have given it to you! But I've inquired clearly, and some places also want it. I came to buy piglets, but it doesn’t matter, there is no way. Not only can’t I choose the piglets myself, but no one will send them to me. If I want to send them back to the village, I have to find a way.”

Speaking of which, the aunts next to her were all considered ruthless masters in the village, but they all looked at Su Qingfeng with extremely gentle eyes.

This has to be gentle!
Su Qingfeng is simply the God of Wealth.

With him around, things suddenly became a lot easier.

The villagers who have stayed in the countryside all their lives and have been friends with them for decades can actually be a related household in this big factory in the provincial capital where people look at people through their nostrils.

The old branch secretary touched his beard and sighed:

"Yes, Qingfeng, don't be exaggerated. When we first entered the pig factory today, even the young man from the security department at the door almost drove us away. Later, Director Guo brought someone and let us in. …”

When Su Qingfeng heard this, he suddenly realized that life in the village was not that easy.

Not to mention the several aunts and ladies in the village, even the most well-dressed old branch secretary had a few patches on the hems of his clothes, cuffs, and elbows, in places that are prone to wear and tear.

As for the old party secretary's feet, let alone white shoes like Su Qingfeng's, they were not even rubber shoes, but a pair of cloth shoes with a sense of the times.

This kind of clothing is fine in the town, but in the provincial capital, it is inevitable that some people will use the clothes to look at people.

The old party secretary is a good man. He has worked hard all his life and has not gained much. Instead, he has paid a lot for the people in the village.

But that's it, good people can't live a good life.

People like Ma Chenggong can live a very prosperous life.

Su Qingfeng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He suddenly hoped that the pig factory in the village could be successful.

Not just to find a regular job for dad.

On the way here, Aunt Hua and other aunts were still nervous, fearing that they would get carsick and vomit. However, on the way back, I don’t know if it was because they were too tired. On such a bumpy road, no one got carsick, but they all lowered their heads. , one by one dozed off.

When we arrived at Sujia Village, outside the car, the screams of many children woke up the people in the car.

But before the old branch secretary got up and sent these children away, the children gathered around for a while and then ran away, running to the more rare large trucks.

Behind the large truck, there was a restless sow and several piglets running around.

It can be said that except when killing pigs, everyone has never seen so many pigs at one time.

In an instant, looking at these pigs, all the monkeys in the village, boys and girls, looked like they were having a carnival, circling around the sows, as if they were watching a peep show.

When Su Qingfeng thought of this description, and then looked at the truck driver's slightly surprised expression, he felt inexplicably funny.When getting out of the car, Su Qingfeng even heard some inconspicuous second-rate people sighing, "Hey, dear, this big sow is so white... It feels whiter than Widow Qiao's skin..."

Although Su Qingfeng had no feelings for Qiao He, and even didn't have a good impression of him, when he heard these words, he still felt like he couldn't help but laugh.

It happened that Qiao He also ran out to watch the fun today, but she happened to be standing not far from the second-rate man who was talking. When she heard this, her face turned pale and she wanted to say something, but arguing with this kind of person would only bring her down in the end. grade.

I had no choice but to turn my head and pretend I didn't hear him.

Su Qingfeng also followed the flow of people and watched helplessly as the men in the village unloaded the white pigs from the large truck.

White-skinned pigs were introduced into China as early as 1900. Because they grow quickly and gain weight easily, they easily replaced the black mountain pigs.

However, with the improvement of economic level in later generations, some people have become picky about pork and do not like ordinary white-skinned pigs, and have begun to specialize in buying black pork.

But in this day and age...

No matter whether it is a white pig or a black wild pig, as long as it can grow meat, it is a good pig!
Over there, Aunt Hua had already led a large group of people to brag about what they had seen in the provincial capital.

That's the provincial capital!

There are so many people in the village who have never been to the county in their lives. At most they have been to the town. Just this...the number is still very few.

On the other side, Cheng Mo and his son slowly got out of the car.

When Cheng Mo's mother, Wu Lijuan, first got out of the car, her expression was still a little shrinking, but she looked around.

The surrounding scenery is completely different from that of the provincial capital.

There is no tube building, no supply and marketing cooperative, and no family home. There is only a blue sky and green wheat fields. A gust of wind blows by, and the wheat fields are like ocean waves, spread apart by a pair of invisible hands, as soft as water plants on the seabed.

The air is filled with the clear natural scent of mountains and forests.

But also... there are toilets here that smell bad, and... houses made of yellow mud.

Looking around at everything full of local customs and the dark-faced villagers, Wu Meijuan straightened her back bit by bit.

There was a little bit of disgust in her eyes, and then she moved closer to Cheng Mo and whispered: "Son, you are a technician here. When the time comes to talk to the brigade cadres, you have to raise the price."

When Cheng Mo heard this, he immediately frowned. He looked at Wu Meijuan, his face slightly red because of his anger:
"Mom! Who do you think I am! If it weren't for Brother Qingfeng, I don't know where I would be right now? How can I have the nerve to say this?"

Wu Meijuan, who was like a soft bun in front of the Cheng family, now showed her tough side, "Mom is doing this for your own good! How can I still harm you! Your father is gone, now You are the only one left. If you even listen to mother’s words, mother would be worse off…”

Faced with Wu Meijuan's soft and hard tactics, Cheng Mo was used to it, and he didn't accept this trick at all. He snorted coldly, "How about that? Why don't you go with my father?"

Cheng Mo didn't seem to notice Wu Meijuan's changed expression, and continued, "If you were really good for me, you should have stopped those people from the Cheng family and taken back their jobs, otherwise we wouldn't have gone to the countryside. You are responsible for all these consequences. There is no reason for you to ask others to take responsibility for what you did. The conditions are not good? Can't you just tolerate it? "

"Everyone else can do things, why can't you? In my village, I finally built a pig factory, but you want to make trouble again. When others haven't raised it yet, the lion opens its mouth... With you like this Are you a human being? Are you not making trouble?"

Damn boy!

If you say a word, he will have seven or eight words to contradict you!

She's so old that she can't help her mother!

The key is that he was criticizing herself. Wu Meijuan was so angry for a moment, but she couldn't think of anything to say to refute.

Just at this time, the old party secretary came over with his hands behind his back and his precious cigarette stick in his mouth. When he saw Cheng Mo, the young man's eyes were clear and bright, and he had a kind of reckless energy. He looked like a good young man at first glance.

Thinking of this, the old party secretary nodded silently in his heart and said with a smile, "Comrade Cheng, we have already discussed your treatment as a technician in the village..."

Before she finished speaking, Wu Meijuan suddenly stood up and pinched Cheng Mo tightly. Taking advantage of the fact that he was in pain and didn't speak, Wu Meijuan said hurriedly:

"Old party secretary, you also know that we are from a meat factory in the provincial capital. We are not comparable to small factories in ordinary towns. So regarding the treatment issue, you can't bully my son because he is young and fool him."

"I would say, first of all, there must be a courtyard in the village. It can't be the kind of yellow mud house that makes dust fall rustlingly when it shakes, burying too many people..."

"Also, regarding work points in the countryside, you can't bully others..."

　This [-]-word piece... is a loss of blood...

　　I have to get up early to go for a run tomorrow. I took medicine in advance to feel sleepy and lazy.

　　go to bed early, good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)