Zhao Xiaohe followed the sound and looked over, and saw a woman sitting not far away crying, so he immediately rushed over, and when he got closer, he recognized that it was Zhao Lagen's wife Li Huahua, and couldn't help but express his strangeness. Pen inkstone pavilion

"Aunt Flowers, what's going on, why are you sitting here crying?"

"My turnips. Li Huahua pointed to the neatly stacked radishes on the ground and continued to cry, "I and Lagen got up early and waited for these radishes in the dark, and finally waited until they grew up, hoping that their prices would rise, and the family worked hard to pull the radishes against the cold and cold nights, hoping that they would take us out of poverty, but you told me that the wholesale market was closed! The radishes could not be sold! Aren't all the hard work of our family in vain? Why are we so unlucky!"

"This is not called bad luck, this is called a bitter life! You two can't make money doing anything, and you have become the most dilapidated and poor household in Zhaojiazhou, this time you caught up with the national policy well, and sent someone to get your family out of poverty, and I thought that luck had changed, but I didn't expect that in the end it was still the same as before, and you still had to live a life of debt and couldn't even afford to eat meat! It's really a hard life! What kind of sin did you two make in your last life, you have to suffer like this in this life! I also brought two children to suffer together!" In another place about ten meters away, an old man lay on the radish and cried.

When she was so sad that she had a handful of tears and a handful of snot, her old man Zhao Fengyan was still putting the radishes into a bag of special radishes one by one, while sighing: "You can't sell it or waste it, pull it back and dry the radish." Maybe the dried radish in spring can be sold for a good price. ”

"Are you dreaming, when did the dried radish sell for a good price?" Wan Juhua sat on a pile of radish leaves and continued to howl, "If it goes on like this, when will I be able to save my wife for Yongbo?"

"Grandpa, grandma, let's go back, you can not sell turnips, but you can't cry and break your body. It's a big deal that I won't go to school anymore, so I'll go out to work and save money for my brother and sister-in-law with you. Zhao Yongjia ran left and right to persuade his grandparents and mother, while constantly wiping his tears.

This scene made Zhao Xiaohe look extremely sad and very sympathetic, but he didn't know how to help them all of a sudden, after all, his ability was limited.

"He is not the only one who is waiting to sell the radishes after they are pulled, and some of them have packed them. Zhao Fangzhong, who was standing beside Zhao Xiaohe, sighed deeply.

"But now it's not that we won't let you leave the village, it's that the wholesale market is closed. There's nothing we can do. Zhao Dong expressed helplessness.

"Eh, Xiaohe, where are you going?" Seeing Zhao Xiaohe walking towards the vegetable field, Zhao Fangzhong asked in surprise.

Zhao Xiaohe said as he walked: "I'll go and ask about the situation." ”

"What's there to ask, you can't help them sell. Zhao Dong shook his head, and then walked towards the card bar.

Zhao Fangzhong didn't move, just sighed behind Zhao Xiaohe: "If it's a hundred or ten catties of radishes, it's easy to do, I can buy them, but at least there are more than a dozen villagers with radishes, not to mention one or two thousand catties, we can't buy them." ”

Zhao Dong immediately nodded and agreed: "Even if we can sell it, we can't finish it, isn't it still a waste?"

Zhao Xiaohe ignored their words, walked straight to Li Huahua's field, squatted down and asked her about the approximate number of radishes that had been plucked, while making notes in his notebook.

"Can we still sell our turnips?" Li Huahua looked at him with blank eyes.

"I'll try as much as I can. Zhao Xiaohe didn't dare to give an affirmative reply, so his voice was weak.

"Village Chief Xiaohe, you must give priority to our family!" As if seeing a savior, Li Huahua grabbed Zhao Xiaohe's sleeve tightly and sobbed open, "Our family is a targeted poverty alleviation household! It is the poorest family in Zhaojiazhou! We don't want to pull Zhao Jiazhou's hind legs, it's really because we have no financial luck! We are looking forward to these 200,000 pit radishes to get rid of poverty and give Yongbo a wife!"

Zhao Xiaohe gently brushed her aside and was relieved: "I know I know, I will do my best." ”

Thinking of last night's incident, and afraid of offending Zhao Xiaohe and others, Li Huahua refused to let go of Zhao Xiaohe's clothes, and continued to cry and beg: "Xiaohe, don't take what happened last night to heart, Auntie is not targeting you, it is really Yongbo is not angry." But Auntie can't help it, who called Auntie such a son who supports his life. Auntie knows that you are a good person, so the night before yesterday you trampled on the green vegetables and seedlings of your aunt's house, and your aunt didn't curse you after knowing that it was you. ”

Zhao Xiaohe remembered that he had trampled on his vegetable patch the night before yesterday, and hurriedly apologized.

"Those little greens are planted by my aunt for myself to eat, and if I step on it, I will step on it, that's a trivial matter, my aunt has already pulled out two or three thousand catties of radishes, and I heard that the current radishes can be sold for more than three yuan a catty, and if these radishes can be sold, they can be worth tens of thousands of yuan! ”

Li Huahua's words made Zhao Xiaohe a little crying and laughing, but he still held back, pointed to the numbers in the notebook and said, "Auntie, I have already written down the number of radishes in your family, and I will try to find a way for you when I go back." ”

"Good, good! Thank you, thank you!"

When Zhao Xiaohe was about to turn around, he thought about it and turned around and said, "Auntie, I can only say that I can help you sell it as much as possible, but three yuan a pound can't be counted on, and it is illegal for prices to rise indiscriminately during the epidemic." I heard before that the car that Uncle Lagen sent to the market was only two yuan a catty, which was the peak. ”

Li Huahua was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and immediately snorted a little stupidly: "Why is the price increase indiscriminate? Your wife's mask can be sold for five yuan a piece, and my radish can't be sold for three yuan a catty?"

Zhao Dong, who was not far from Zhao Xiaohe, heard this, and was a little unable to listen to it, and immediately said loudly: "The village chief's wife was arrested and taken to the police station for selling masks at a price. Do you want to try it?"

"No, no, no, no," Li Huahua only knew the first thing, not the next thing, and immediately waved her hand again and again, and laughed at the same time, "Xiaohe, Auntie is just joking, Auntie is not picky, no matter what the price, as long as these radishes can be sold, Auntie will be Amitabha." Auntie still doesn't worry about you, you definitely won't let Auntie, an honest man, suffer. ”

Seeing that Li Huahua was still saying this kind of thing at this time, Zhao Xiaohe smiled, but he didn't care about her, turned around and returned to the east of the village, and after telling Zhao Fangzhong and others to guard the card bar, he quickly rode an electric car to the vegetable field in the east of the village, from north to south, and roughly counted the radishes in each field, and then stood under the south embankment to count.

"There are still a lot of radishes that haven't been sold, right?" Zhao Youzhi, who was squatting under the south embankment, saw Zhao Xiaohe's points from a distance, and came over and asked lightly.

Since Zhao Lagen tried to pick up his son from this side under the South Bridge last night, Zhao Sanfu was afraid that someone who came out to pull radishes would take advantage of this gap to slip around, so he told the patrol team to come and patrol, and the patrol team happened to be Zhao Youzhi on duty at this time.

"It's roughly estimated, at least 15,000 catties. Most of it was packed. Zhao Xiaohe looked at the data on the notebook and was worried.

He is the son of a vegetable farmer, and he knows how distressing it is to throw the best vegetables he has worked so hard to grow on the ground.

It's just that as Zhao Fangzhong said, he must not be able to eat so much, and it is still a waste to buy it, not to mention that even if he is a pound of money, he does not have so much private money, if he secretly takes money from home to buy these radishes, after being discovered by his wife and parents, he will be cursed by them to become a river and a ghost.

Once again, he realized the importance of saving money for his own house.

In the future, we must seize every opportunity to save private money for emergency use.

"You can't sell such a watery turnip. It's a pity. Zhao Youzhi's face was full of regret, "I heard my sister say that people in the city are grabbing vegetables in the vegetable market, and they don't look at any vegetables at all, as long as they can buy them, they all hoard them at home." It's really a pity that we have so many radishes on the ground, even if they are given to people in the city or in epidemic areas for free, it is worth the money. ”

A sentence reminded Zhao Xiaohe, after thinking for a while, he avoided Zhao Youzhi's call to Zhao Sanfu, told him about the land Luoka, and finally put forward his own suggestion: "Uncle, it's really a pity that such a good radish makes the land rotten, not to mention that it is not easy for vegetable farmers, fortunately, the number of radishes is not much, just 15,000 catties, can we consider using the money raised to buy these radishes reasonably and send them to the places in the city that are short of vegetables for free?"

Because the number of radishes is not large, he is embarrassed to say that he will donate to the epidemic area in Hubei.

Zhao Sanfu thought about it before he spoke: "This can not only properly make up for the losses of vegetable farmers, but also allow these radishes to play a role, which is a matter of killing two birds with one stone." It's just that I haven't asked about the money raised, and Fang Zhong and Huaxiang are in charge, so I have to ask their opinions first. Wait for me to reply. ”

Zhao Sanfu said and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Taking advantage of this, Zhao Xiaohe took out his mobile phone and swiped the chat in the large group, seeing that everyone was talking about either support for the closure of the village, or complaints about the fact that there were still people at home who did not pay attention to the epidemic, or they were worried about the current epidemic, and there were very few villagers who said cool words, so he turned to browse the latest developments of the epidemic and saw that seven provinces had launched a first-level response. After more than a dozen cities in Hubei were locked down, the strings in his heart tightened again, and he checked the latest epidemic situation in Qinglan City, and saw that the number of confirmed cases was rising sharply, and he thought of Zhao Fangzhong's words of "a moment is different for a while", and his heart suddenly became very heavy.

After a while, Zhao Sanfu called back and said that the people in the fundraising team agreed with his suggestion: "I also called Mayor Lin to explain the situation, and he was very supportive." The level knew whose radishes they were, so I asked him to contact these villagers immediately, and the family sent a person to the field. You go to contact a few capable offspring cubs, and take the weighing and packing materials to the vegetable field in the east of the village. By the way, the price is set at one dollar and one pound - before the epidemic, the price of radish has always been six or seven cents, and this price is worthy of them. At this time, let everyone be considerate of each other, and if you refuse to sell it at this price, let him go back. ”

"Good. Will the town send a car to transport it?"

"Manager Xie will solve the car problem, he is the transportation company. For the sake of our village, their car will not enter the village, it will be parked at Nanqiaotou, and you will come back after packing it and transporting it to Nanqiaotou, and the rest is their business. ”

"Good. Zhao Xiaohe responded, and the two immediately went their separate ways.

Zhao Xiaohe found more than a dozen young people who were quick with their hands and feet and had a sense of self-protection, packed the unpacked radishes as quickly as possible and transported them to Nanqiaotou by tricycle.

When I came back, I heard Xie Guining say that the radishes were all shipped to the south of the city, because there was a vegetable robbery incident in the south of the city, and the government was urgently transferring vegetables, and Zhao Jiazhou's radishes helped a lot, and everyone was very happy.

Zhao Fangzhong hit the radish money to Zhao Xiaohe's account, and when Zhao Xiaohe transferred the radish money to the vegetable farmer one by one, it was already half past one in the afternoon, and when he rushed back to the card point, he had missed the meal, and Zhao Fangzhong and others had already eaten.

Fortunately, Zhao Sanfu told Chunxiang to leave him a meal with a thermos bucket. He opened the insulated rice and ate it in a hurry, while taking out his mobile phone, ready to call Zhao Jiacheng to ask about the volunteer registration.

Before the phone was dialed, Zhao Dong slapped him heavily on the back, and shouted at the same time: "Xiaohe, look!" Mei'er Ruoxue: