This stepmother is a bit crazy

Chapter 18 An Extraordinary Night

"Jiang Linran, how did you get this brain on your own?"

Zheng Youshan stretched out his hand with a playful smile, felt the void above Jiang Linyan's head, touched it, and sighed.

To be honest, on the way to the countryside, his impression of Jiang Linran was that of a girl with a long and overhanging face, who was a little bolder than others.

But now, he really admires her.

Jiang Linran's eyebrows were curved and his smile was as sweet as honey: "I can't answer you for this."

Several problems that he found difficult were all solved. Huang Wenyou, who was full of enthusiasm, couldn't hold back his excitement. He returned to the room, took out the paper and pen, and handed them to Jiang Linran.

"Xiaoran, write down your plan now, and we will go to the village chief in a moment."

"In such a hurry?"

Jiang Linran raised his eyes and looked at Huang Wenyou, whose breathing was a little short and his eyes were shining under his glasses.

Huang Wenyou nodded affirmatively. He had succumbed to the status quo and spent six years here without any trouble.

But he never thought that in this countryside, he could change himself.

Jiang Linran's thoughts were like the golden light that broke through the dark clouds in the sky, allowing him to see hope and the possibility of another life.

Many years later, when they are already octogenarians, they will still recall this night inadvertently.

Under the dim oil lamp, Jiang Linran is holding a pen, writing furiously for a while, and frowning for a while. He is beautiful and full of vitality, like a huge luminous body full of hope, attracting them to come closer, and then bringing them life. great changes.

Dong-dong-dong...several rapid knocks on the door came through.

Zhang Honghua, who was already asleep, sat up in surprise.

She stretched out her hand to push Zhao Mingquan who was snoring next to her: "Mingquan, Mingquan, wake up quickly, someone is knocking on the door!"

Huh... After Zhao Mingquan snored for a long time, he blinked his sleepy eyes, held his breath, and listened attentively.

"Did you hear?"

Zhang Honghua patted him on the shoulder.

Zhao Mingquan nodded and shouted outside: "Who is it?" He stayed up in the middle of the night and came to disturb my sleep.

"I, Huang Wenyou!"

Zhang Honghua came down from the kang and lit the oil lamp.

When Zhao Mingquan came out wearing a coat, his first reaction was that Qi Yanzhen was causing trouble.

The second son, Zhao Chenglin, was one step ahead of him, ran out and opened the courtyard door.

Zhao Chenglin, who didn't understand why they came here in the middle of the night, looked at the few people who came in, closed the door, and followed them stupidly.

"This...you guys" Their high-spirited looks left the village chief open-mouthed, not knowing what to ask.

Huang Wenyou excitedly took the village chief's hand and pulled him to the table: "Village Chief, let's sit down and talk."

"Can't we wait until tomorrow?"

The village chief looked at Jiang Linran, Zhang Bing, and Zheng Youshan standing behind Huang Wenyou.

"cannot!"

Several people answered together, and the smiles on their faces became even brighter.

"Tell me, what's so urgent?"

I can be in a hurry until midnight and can't wait for dawn.

Huang Wenyou handed the plan written by Jiang Linran to the village chief.

The village chief held it suspiciously in his hand and moved it close to the oil lamp. He half-closed his eyes and read each word.

He doesn't know much about literacy, so it seems difficult to understand, and it's even more difficult to understand.

After a few lines, I just couldn’t stand it anymore.

He handed the plan back to Huang Wenyou.

"You come and read it." "Okay."

After Huang Wenyou agreed, he looked at the plan and suddenly had a change of heart. He simply repeated what they had just planned to the village chief in detail.

The village chief remained silent after hearing this, but his son Zhao Chenglin became excited first.

"Dad, I think you can do it!"

The village chief remained silent.

"Can it be sold?"

Zhang Honghua, who came out wearing a coat, asked in a low voice.

The village lacks everything except wicker and wattle.

"Of course it can. Auntie, after I finish drawing the picture, let the people in the village make up a few according to the people. Then let Brother Huang and the others take it out to sell. We will know if it works."

"Yeah, anyway, if we really can't sell it by then, we will lose some labor."

Zhao Chenglin followed.

Huang Wenyou and Jiang Linran remained silent. They were very confident about whether they could sell it.

The village chief thought about it for a long time.

"Then you said women can also make some shoes, bags and other small items. Where does the fabric come from?"

This?
Huang Wenyou and the others made a joke.

Why didn't they think of this problem just now?

"Isn't there a textile factory and a clothing factory in the city? They must have leftover scraps of cloth that they don't want. I'll buy some back then. I'll figure it out."

The village chief thought for a while and then directed his son Zhao Chenglin: "Go and call Party Secretary Jiang, and let's discuss it together."

Zhao Chenglin agreed and ran out.

That night, the oil lamps of the village chief Zhao Ming's family were kept on until the sky was dim, and then they were blown out.

As the light dimmed.

The courtyard door of the village chief's house opened, and Jiang Linran and the others, who had not slept all night, saw that although their faces were tired, everyone's eyes were shining brightly!
That is a light full of expectations for the future!

Jiang Linran went back to take a nap and his mind was filled with drawings. He really couldn't sleep peacefully, so he simply got up and drew the design drawings.

The village chief did the same. Not long after dawn, he took Jiang Linran's plan and hurried to the commune to find Secretary Wang.

Secretary Jiang was not idle either. He took advantage of the break before starting work and rang the big bell under the big tree at the head of the village.

After the villagers who were having breakfast arrived in twos and threes carrying rice bowls, he arranged the work that needed some tendons and wickers in the village.

Shi Bing looked confused, wondering why the village suddenly wanted the wattle and willow sticks that no one wanted.

Secretary Wang, who was at work, saw Zhao Mingquan pacing back and forth at the door of his office from a distance.

Strangely speeding up the pace, Zhao Mingquan didn't say a word, and directly handed him the plan's corporate secrets.

Secretary Wang took it in his hand in surprise. After reading it for a few times, he finally understood why Zhao Mingquan was so eager.

Not to mention him, even he couldn't help but feel excited after reading it.

It was as if in the dark sky, I saw a glimmer of light that was about to illuminate the entire sky.

"This is a good idea. I will make the decision for you. I will complete the procedures for you later. The future income will be as written in your plan, half to your village and half to the commune. Half to the village and one-third to The villagers pay for the work, and the remaining two-thirds go to the village committee.”

If this thing is really done, the commune led by him, Lao Wang, will go ahead of other communes.

Damn it, thinking about the previous meetings at the end of each year, his commune was lagging behind, and those people looked at him whether to smile or not, and he would get angry.

This time I finally managed to live up to my expectations, and I couldn’t help but smell the fragrance.

At night, when work is over.

The village chief informed everyone that there would be a meeting in the evening and no work points would be deducted. Everyone was really anxious and really didn't want to go.

(End of this chapter)