Hello, 1983

The final price was set at one yuan and two corners, and Liu Qingshan refused to give in any more.

Okay, then we will talk about it today, and I will report this price to the president.

Choi Min Ho stopped talking nonsense.

Liu Qingshan is also quite satisfied, his psychological price is actually one yuan.

Even if the President Jin cuts down a little more, one yuan should be able to be kept.

After the talk, the atmosphere relaxed immediately and returned to the original friendship.

Cui Minhao pretended to be indignant and said, Liu, you are too stingy. I decided to stay here for a few more days and eat your rice every day!

Liu Qingshan replied cheerfully: Cui, whatever you want, but as a friend, let me remind you that your belly is yours.

Haha, the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

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After school, go home for dinner after school!

The children chirped out of the school, and Er Zizi shouted loudly. The rice he ate at noon yesterday was so delicious, he ate three bowls in one go.

Three bowls to eat today, no, four bowls!

But when he got home and saw the golden tortillas, he was a little unhappy: Mother, where's the rice, why don't you get some rice to eat?

His mother immediately widened her eyes: Eat, eat, do you know how much rice is per pound?

His father also raised his face: If you sold your kid, there is no rice worth any money!

Then Er Zizi watched his father load the family's sacks of rice onto the ox cart, and then pulled it away.

Pull away!

What's the situation, Er Xiaozi sat on the ground and started crying, that guy is really heartbreaking.

Liu Qingshan, who was standing in the courtyard, was a little bit dumbfounded at the moment. I saw the villagers either pulling them with cars or carrying large sacks, bringing sacks of rice here.

Qingshan, this rice is too expensive. It costs more than one yuan per pound. If we don't eat it, we sell it.

Captain Zhang is now stacking nearly four sacks of rice in front of Liu Qingshan with the big head of his family.

After everyone learned that the rice was going to be exported at a high price,

Immediately frightened by the price, they all sent back the rice they had been given.

It's more than a dollar a pound. It's really not what they should eat. It's better to eat rice balls and rice noodles that cost a few cents.

Even if it is replaced with white flour, one catty of rice can be replaced by five catties, and steamed white flour steamed buns every day, is it not fragrant?

Come, let let, let let!

Zhang Ganzi drove the donkey cart and came over with a few bags of rice:

Qingshan, I still have ten pounds left at home to cook porridge for your aunt. Hehe, you know that your aunt is pregnant.

Liu Qingshan really couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. If it was replaced by Zhang Pangzi, which was delicious and lazy in the past, he would dare to eat and drink the borrowed rice noodles, and he would still be able to send you back the rice he got?

As soon as they heard that Zhang Ganzi's wife was pregnant, everyone came up to join in the fun, and Da Zhangluo asked with a smile:

Pole, how many twins are pregnant in your family, can there be ten or eight?

Your wife is the old sow of the pig farm!

Zhang Ganzi immediately fought back.

The captain is worthy of being the captain, so he immediately stood up and held justice for Zhang Ganzi: Da Zhangluo, you know how to slaughter people. We have done a good job in the pig farm. Those sows are all the breeds that he bred!

After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

Zhang Ganzi shouted in a hurry: It's the male wild boar, and I'm just helping out a little.

This has to be explained clearly, it's a matter of reputation.

Speaking of this, Zhang Ganzi's contribution is really not small. A few days ago, wasn't there always a wild boar poking around in the pig farm.

It happened that Jiapigou also wanted to breed a batch of hybrid wild boars, so the two sides hit it off.

However, this wild boar looks like it has just grown up, and its stature is relatively short. Those old sows in the pig farm are all tall and strong.

Even if you try to climb up, you won't be able to reach it.

This time, the wild boar was furious. This guy had a wild attack, biting and poking with his fangs, and hurt several sows.

The pole went up to stop it, but the wild boar gave him several somersaults.

To talk about this pole, regardless of the lack of culture, it is basically equivalent to illiterate, but you also know how to use your brains to find a way.

In the end, I really figured out a trick: I dug a small pit more than a foot deep in the ground, nailed a wooden stake in front of the pit, drove the sow into the pit, and tied it to the wooden stake with a rope.

This is good, everyone is happy, there is no problem with breeding.

It's just for the experimental stage, only five or six sows are bred.

The wild boar that eats the marrow and knows the flavor does not go back to the mountain, but wanders around the pig farm every day, and now he is not so afraid of people.

Especially with Zhang Ganzi, the relationship is the closest, as long as Zhang Ganzi yells, this guy will appear in front of him happily, and he probably thought he was going to be the bridegroom again.

Even the sows on the pig farm liked to hum and move forward when they saw this wild boar.

It is estimated that it is the unique temperament of wild boars that is uninhibited and indulgent and loves freedom?

Seeing that the topic jumped so naturally from the price of rice to the breeding of sows, Liu Qingshan was able to see the ability of the simple villagers to crook their buildings.

He was about to bring the topic back again, when he saw several little children running over crying, lying on the rice bag and refusing to get up.

Among them, Er Zizi was especially the one who cried so hard that she couldn't eat the snow-white rice, and her life became bleak.

Liu Qingshan can understand the feelings of the villagers: people who are afraid of poverty are not afraid of hard life, but they are afraid of lack of money.

However, in terms of the current level of development of Jiapigou, you really don't need to care too much about eating and drinking.

So he picked up the second child, wiped his tears for the boy, and said aloud: Everyone, bring the rice back, we cooperative, we can eat as much as each family!

These words are so useful, Er Xiaozi stopped crying immediately, and even laughed a little.

It's just that the big snot was crying just now, and suddenly, with such a joy, a big snot bubble was blown out.

Qingshan, I can't eat it. When I think about how expensive rice is, the rice grains I'm chewing in my mouth are like chewing a penny for a penny. I really can't swallow it.

Zhang Dashuai said what everyone wanted to say, and it was this description that was a bit stubborn.

Our cooperative has nearly 200,000 kilograms of rice left this year. I don't care about that. Look at the poor children.

Liu Qingshan took out a handkerchief, wiped Er Zizi's big nose, and then sent him along with the handkerchief: Go home and wash it.

Da Zhangluo disagreed: I didn't eat rice before, and I ate corn cakes every day. The children are not as strong as calves. It is still important to sell the money. After the money is sold, how much delicious food can I buy for the children?

It is more reasonable to eat coarse grains and refined grains together.

Liu Qingshan was chatting with everyone, eating cornmeal every day, and there was always a time when he got tired of it.

If everyone returns the rice, the ones distributed by his family will also have to be returned, and there is no way to specialize them.

So he cleared his throat: Everyone, listen to me, the old saying is good, you have to eat and wear, and you will be poor if you don't count.

Let's Jiapigou, we don't have to dig around in food and drink in the future, everyone can make more money by taking good care of their bodies and working harder, right?

This seems to make sense, and everyone began to ponder in their hearts.

At this time, the owner of the car also quickly helped Liu Qingshan: Qingshan is right, in a few days, our cooperative will distribute this year's bonus money.

I'm working on the accounts these two days. Almost every family can be divided into 10,000 and 8,000. That is to say, in Jiapigou, every family is a household of 10,000 yuan. What's wrong with eating some rice?

What, ten thousand yuan households, we all become ten thousand yuan households?

People were stunned for a moment, then slammed, surrounded the owner of the car, and asked about their own dividends. As for the rice, who cares?

When Liu Qingshan first heard it, he was also slightly shocked: last year it was a thousand yuan village, but this year it has become a ten thousand yuan village?

But after thinking about it for a while, I don't think it's impossible.

One step a year, does this mean that in the coming year, our goal should be set at a village of 100,000 yuan?

While I was thinking about it, I heard a clattering sound next to me, and when I turned around, I saw that Er Zizi had found a pot from nowhere, and was collecting rice from his sack.

He carried a full pot, and then ran home. Just as Liu Qingshan was about to remind him to run slowly, he saw Er Zizi stumbled on his feet, fell and gnawed at the mud, a pot of rice, and more than half a pot. .

You bastard, pick up the rice grain by grain!

When his mother saw this, she got angry and slapped Er Zizi's butt twice.

Then she hurriedly shouted at her own man, and transported the rice back, and others also started to do it.

As soon as the rice was transported home, Er Xiaozi stopped crying, squatting there happily picking up rice grains, and muttering, I've picked them all up, I'll eat you all for dinner tonight!

A few days later, the Jiapigou Cooperative and the company represented by Cui Minhao formally signed a contract to sell rice.

The price was determined to be one yuan per pound. In the end, President Jin negotiated with Liu Qingshan on the phone to determine the final price.

A total of more than 180,000 kilograms of rice, nearly 100 tons, were packed in sacks and then transported to the county by trucks, followed by trains and cargo ships before they could be transported to South Korea.

This has nothing to do with Liu Qingshan and the others. Anyway, the transportation costs are the responsibility of the other party.

The sale of rice is the cooperation between Jiapigou and the other party, and it has nothing to do with the county, so there is no major disturbance.

But for the Jiapigou Cooperative, it was a big deal: 200,000 yuan!

With excitement, the villagers finally ushered in the year-end dividend meeting.

Although it is only the end of October and the end of the year is not yet reached, for farmers, the year's harvest is basically fixed.

After having dinner early, everyone gathered in the team headquarters. Everyone had a beaming look on their faces and inquired about each other.

It's all like how much can your family get?

The loudspeakers in the village also play songs. Sometimes they sing A big river with wide waves, the wind blows the fragrance of rice and flowers on both sides;

Damn it, Pole, do you really have a big sack, kid?

Seeing the big sack in the creaking of Zhang's pole, everyone started to make fun of it.

Zhang Ganzi didn't take it seriously: You haven't seen any money. Do you know how much ten thousand yuan is? If one dollar is a piece, that's ten thousand.

Just like Zhang Dashuai, a small man like you can bury you without a sack, can you put it back?

Believe it or not, I'll bury you first. Zhang Dashuai grabbed the sack of Zhang Pangzi and put it on the other side's head.

There was a coaxing helper next to him, who directly stuffed the Zhang pole into the sack, and then tied the mouth of the sack, and the Zhang pole was curled up inside, and all that was left was kicking.

The old party secretary also walked over with a small cigarette pouch in his mouth, his face more proud than joy.

As the party secretary of the village, Jiapigou can have such a great development, of course, he feels extremely honored.

What about Qingshan?

The old party secretary searched for Liu Qingshan's figure in the crowd. He felt that it was not their village cadres who should accept the cheers of the crowd, but Liu Qingshan.

As a result, Liu Qingshan was not found, but he found a bulging sack on the ground. The sack was bulging here and moving there.

The old party secretary coughed: Who caught the pigs from the pig farm, haha, that's fine, today we will share dividends from the cooperative, slaughter a pig and celebrate!

Then I heard a whimper from the sack: No slaughter, no slaughter!

The old party secretary was startled: Is this pig turned into a sperm?

Another shout came from the sack: Second uncle, it's me, I'm the pole!

The old party secretary was also very happy, and he went up and kicked lightly: What kind of monster are you drilling in the sack.

At this time, the owner of the car shouted: It's a meeting, it's a meeting!

Everyone immediately crowded forward, only the big sack kept rolling on the ground: Let me out, let me out, I have to get Qiannie...

Jiapigou, old and small, has a total of more than 200 mouths, all gathered in the team courtyard.

Even Xiao Huo, who was so big, was held in Liu Jinfeng's arms, staring at Wu Liuliu's big eyes and looking around.

There are also elderly people like Grandpa Rod and Grandma San, who all carry small benches and sit at the front.

All of them were radiant, as if they were ten years younger.

The children ran wild in the yard and were reprimanded by the adults, but they ran without error.

With a smile on his face, Liu Qingshan quietly watched this scene with only joy in his heart.

I couldn't help pressing the shutter, and with a click, I recorded this scene.

Everyone, be quiet, let's have a meeting.

Captain Zhang shouted, and the whole yard fell silent immediately.

This year, the domestic and international situation has been very good. The people of the whole country are full of energy, and various industries in the country are booming and have achieved satisfactory results...

Captain Zhang also took out a crumpled piece of paper and read according to it.

Cough cough, the old party secretary's reminder came from behind: Take it down.