Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 85 Kangzhuang Xiaonong Road ([-]rd)

The funeral of Secretary Qian was quickly forgotten by the people of Ge Village. After the autumn rice dried up, the village head discussed the sale of the autumn rice intensively.Everyone in the village was eagerly waiting for the good news from the village chief from the mountain.

The news is coming, but it is not good news.

"The people in the grain purchase station are too bullying," said the village chief, who ran down the mountain twice, stood on the ground during the autumn harvest, and yelled at the villagers to cut the rice. His tanned face became even darker, but he was angry.When going down the mountain, the village head brought more than [-] kilograms of rice. Apart from showing the condition of the rice to the people at the grain station, he also wanted to negotiate a good price.

"First, he said that he didn't recognize our rice species. After we went to shell and confirm the variety, we weighed it, and the full catty of rice was said to be only 43 kilograms. Isn't this a lie?" The village chief was angry this time. I can't figure it out, my heart is full of anger, it's almost like a chimney emitting black gas.

"The rules of grain stations are all like this," Zhu Shijun had already prepared in his heart. It is not uncommon for local grain stations to operate exclusively, and it is not uncommon for them to skimp.Ge Village used to be a poor harvest village, and had never experienced the exploitation of selling grain. This year, the grain harvest was bumper, and it was hard to accept such a sudden encounter.

"Then what should I do? A village has worked hard for a year, and there is only so little harvest. The severely affected households in the village are all waiting to sell grain to build houses." Who is familiar with the agricultural and food station in the town, and there was a lot of money in the past, and through the relationship of the party branch secretary, he made a few hundred yuan and paid some cigarettes and alcohol, and it would be done.But now Qian Zhishu has become a bone of bones in the mountains, Qian Duoduo blames the villagers for not taking good care of his father, and only tells his wife to close the door tightly, and no one in the village should greet him.

But the villagers didn't know that the village chief encountered difficulties when he went out to sell grain. As soon as they heard that the village chief was back, they followed him in and asked when the grain could be transported down the mountain.

San Gouzi, who accompanied the village head down the mountain, saw that the village head was difficult to do, so he took a deep puff of cigarette, "Uncle Jin, if you want more, you can sell them less, and I won't accept the money for transporting grain down the mountain. "

"No," the village chief knew that San Gouzi was enthusiastic, but the last time he took the corpse of Secretary Qian up the mountain, others thought it was unlucky for San Gouzi's car to transport the body, and his transportation business was affected. Let him this time Shipping at a loss, how will San Gouzi live.

"Old man, what you say is reasonable. I persuade the village chief. I have been away from home all year round for the past few years, and my wife and children are making trouble. If the grain in the village sells for a good price, I will stay at home to farm. If our village When I get rich, I will pay the government to repair the cement road to the village entrance, and then set up telephone poles like in the town, and use electric lights to watch TV in every house.” San Gouzi, who is in his 30s, said At these times, the longing that only children have appeared on their faces.

When Zhu Shijun listened, his heart was agitated, as if he saw the passionate expression of the old employees of the cigarette factory that was on the verge of bankruptcy under his leadership.

"Village chief, after the death of Qian Yongfu, the job of the village party secretary has been vacant. You are too busy with the affairs of the whole village alone. Sangouzi has a good idea, why don't you write a Letter, let San Gouzi fill the vacancy of party secretary, as for the matter of rice, don’t rush it, I’ll think about it.” Zhu Shijun has now become the backbone of the village chief, and the village chief will think about it after hearing what he said. That's right, San Gouzi is a native of Gecun, and he has seen some market places, and he speaks more fluently than himself. There is a strong man in the village who is guarding and setting an example. Maybe those young people who go out to work will come back when they see them. The village prospered.

That night, when Zhu Shijun was eating, he was still thinking about the more than [-] catties of rice in the village.It cannot be sold to agricultural and grain stations, which has encouraged the trend of skimping on farmers' rice grains.You also have to think carefully about the shipping cost. If you don’t use Sangouzi’s car for going up and down the mountain, it will be a big expense, and it is not a small amount of money to spread to every household.

Zhu Shijun first denied the practice of selling grain to agricultural grain stations.But at present, although the country does not force farmers to sell grain to agricultural grain stations, it would be troublesome to buy and sell such a large amount of rice privately if it attracts the attention of relevant departments.

"Grandpa, Aunt Lian fried a catty of red-skinned peanuts with rapeseed oil a few days ago, and she said it was for you to drink, so I'll get you some wine." Worrying about the affairs in the village, he diligently went to the cupboard and dug out a bag of fried peanuts.

When he was in Yunteng, Xiaoxian had never been exposed to wine, but once the old man was happy after a meal, he dipped some wine with the tip of his chopsticks and gave Xiaoxian a taste. I didn't dare to drink it openly, but after eating, I gathered around the old man's wine glass more often.

Peanuts fried in rapeseed oil, with a red and crispy shell, chewed in the mouth, only to feel that the mouth is full of fragrance, just enough to feed the gluttons in the corner of Xiaoxian's stomach, "Grandpa, the wine is What is it made of?"

"It's fermented from rice. At the end of last year, didn't your Sister Lian beg for some rice, saying it was steamed rice to make wine, didn't she even send a few rice dumplings to feed your greedy cat?" Zhu Shijun saw Xiao Xian coveted his wine glass, raised his chopsticks, and tapped her tongue.

"Grandpa, how about we leave a few catties for you to drink?" The few acres of land at the head of Xiaoxian Village is a demonstration field this year. Compared with last year, the yield per mu is slightly lower than last year, but the growth is still better than other fields in the village. Paddy spirit.The village head and Zhu Shijun pondered for a while, but they couldn't find out the reason for the prolificacy.

"Making wine is not a random thing, first you have to choose the right rice," Zhu Shijun was about to start the conversation, when he put down the chopsticks in his hand, and loosened his frown.

"Xiao Xian, you are really grandpa's lucky star," Zhu Shijun hugged his granddaughter, laughing resonantly, indescribably happy.

All the rice in the village was sold within a few days, and the price was a full two yuan higher than that of the agricultural food station. The rice in the whole village was bought, and a total of 10,000+ yuan was earned.What pleased the village chief the most was that the village's more than [-] kilograms of rice did not pay a cent for shipping.

On the 15th day after the autumn harvest, the children in the village were bustling. They had never seen such a big iron car in their life. Each car was bigger than Uncle Sangouzi’s. The blue heavy truck , came five vehicles, and transported all the rice in the village down the mountain.The words "National Wine" are written on the body of the car.

"The directors of the factory say that we are a family of tobacco and alcohol. The rice you sent for testing is very good. The glucose content is higher than that of rice in the Northeast. From now on, our factory will want all the rice produced in this village," followed The car came with a ruddy man in his 50s who seemed to be drunk every day.

When he came, he also brought two bottles of wine, which he said were for Zhu Shijun. Xiao Xian glanced at it secretly. There were two bottles of wine in the red, yellow and black box. After opening the lid, the aroma lingered for a long time. , Later, when the old man was drinking, he said that it was called sauce.

It is said that the shopping malls are more ruthless than the officialdom, but Zhu Shijun doesn't think so. The friends he made in the cigarette factory have not forgotten him as an old man.

After the rice was sold, the village was considered to have completed a major event. According to the share available to each household, even Granny Zhao, who had the least land in the village, got about [-] yuan.The old woman's cloudy old eyes, when she saw the money, she counted back and forth several times with a crappy arithmetic method, and shouted in disbelief: "The old woman has never seen so much money in her life, don't be fake." People in the village joked with her, "Grandma Zhao, it's true. With this money, you can build a big tile house, and you won't be afraid of mountain torrents."

Grandma Zhao drooled after hearing the "bah", she trembled her little feet and went looking for a place to hide her money.

Not long after the grain was sold, the village head announced on the big loudspeaker in the village that San Gouzi was going to run for the election of the village party secretary.

Originally, I thought that the election of San Gouzi was a matter of the leaves turning yellow in autumn and the persimmons turning red in winter. After all, Gecun is such a poor and remote village. Things happened, but something happened in the middle.

"Qian Duoduo is coming back to run for election. That's wrong. You mean that Qian Duoduo's uncle, Qian Yongcai, is going to go back to the village to run for election? Didn't he go down the mountain a long time ago to work as a contractor to earn black-hearted money?" Granny Zhao had Qian, put on a pair of dentures, sat at the entrance of the village and chatted with people.

"Isn't it? He also said that as long as he is elected, he will take the lead in building roads in the village," the idlers in the village also cheered up.

It's really a big tree that attracts the wind, and a rich village attracts people.

When Qian Yongfu and Qian Yongcai's father died, Qian Yongcai left the village. He was the first person in the village to go out to the sea.In his early years, he took over an unfinished project in Jinan, made money, and became a contractor.After more than ten years, it can be regarded as a ten thousand yuan household with small assets.If it wasn't for the last time, when his brother Qian Yongfu passed away and returned home, he really didn't know that rice was planted in his hometown and sold for a large sum of money.

Not long after Qian Yongfu's funeral, Qian Yongcai discussed with his nephew Qian Duoduo. In the past few years, private contractors have not made money, but the state encourages land reclamation. Maybe they can sell for a good price.

Later, a document came from the town, saying that all the villagers in the village, who have reached the age of eighteen and intend to participate in the village election, can come out to run for the village party secretary. The fancy woman went back to the village.

The first thing he did when he returned to the village was to find out 1 yuan and throw it in front of the village chief, saying it was to subsidize the disaster-stricken families in the village.

"The village chief said that at the beginning of next month, during the National Day of the [-]th National Day, a village meeting will be held at the entrance of the village, and San Gouzi and Qian Yongcai will have a speech to see what they can do for the village." The villagers exchanged words with each other.

Xiaoxian thought, is there still a choice?There is no good seed from the Qian family, of course it is Uncle Sangouzi who is the village party secretary.But what the villagers think in their hearts is not sure.

That night, San Gouzi put on decent clothes, asked Zhu Shijun to write a "speech", and stuttered to recite it.

(End of this chapter)