Back in the village, Zhang Fan met the old village chief and was inspecting the village.

When the old village chief saw Zhang Fan get out of the car, a smile appeared on his face, and the village in a stagnant pool finally caused some ripples because of the return of this young man.

From the beginning of the guava sales to the cultivation of strawberries, it is a kind of progress for the village. No matter what the future holds, at least it encourages everyone to struggle, instead of guarding some rice, sweet potatoes, and corn all day long.

This year's corn harvest was not good, and the villagers' income was also reduced.

In addition, cassava is even more wanted. He talked to the village cadres of several nearby villages, and also reported to the town that he hoped that a boss would come down to buy it, but he couldn't wait for news.

The old village chief estimated that this year's cassava may have to be powdered and fed to the pigs.

He kind of figured out that the old crops gradually lost their economic value, became cheaper and cheaper, and no one even wanted them. If you want to live a good life, or live a good life in the future, you must introduce new crops and keep up with the rhythm of the outside world.

It's a pity that the villagers' courage is still too small, and they were harmed by the last sand ginger once, and they were afraid of "snake" bites for ten years. As long as I heard that the investment was large, I immediately coaxed them one by one.

"I heard that you went on a blind date, how is the girl?" asked the old village chief with a smile.

Not to mention, the young man in his village is very angry when he wears a suit. After all, it wasn't all mud legs, and there was a decent character, which made the old village chief quite satisfied.

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly: "It's not very suitable, people's income of twenty or thirty thousand yuan a month is to go to the city for development." ”

When the old village chief heard this, he was slightly regretful and nodded: "It's okay, if it's not suitable, I'll look for it again, there are many good girls in these ten miles and eight towns." ”

Now that I have met the old village chief, I have to talk to him about something.

"Village chief, the road in our village should be repaired. ”

The old village chief was very helpless when he heard this, and he often mentioned the construction of roads, and repaired them every year. But the road into the village has never been improved, and a heavy rain will reveal its original shape. In the final analysis, there is still no money to harden the road.

Every time a road is built, the villagers are mobilized, and each household sends one or two laborers to fill in the potholes, and a few feet are counted.

"Okay, I'll have a meeting with the big guys in the next two days to mobilize everyone to repair the road as soon as possible. The old village chief was not ambiguous.

What can be done is to mobilize everyone, do it as usual, fill in the pits and open the ditches. I just hope that this time I repaired it, it can last a little longer!

Of course, Zhang Fan can't let everyone repair as usual, this time it is extremely good, at least one or two heavy rains will not be deformed. In previous years, people just didn't invest money.

"Okay, when the time comes, I, Li Quan, and the three of us will contribute some money and pull some gravel to do a good job. ”

The old village chief frowned, he knew that Zhang Fan had made a fortune recently. In addition, Li Quan and Ye Tiansheng's family is not very wealthy, and the three of them took the money out to build roads?

"I'll let you get some of it! You three can't get a few copper plates. The old village chief said.

Zhang Fan explained: "Hehe, village chief, you don't know, the three of us have to make another profit in the past two or three days, and it is not a problem to come up with some money." ”

"How to make another profit?" the old village chief was stunned.

"Didn't the three of us go up the mountain yesterday to dig up mountain paint?"

Speaking of digging mountain paint, the old village chief couldn't help but complain: "I heard about it, I dug up several bags! Although that thing is a little supplemental, it can't be eaten as food! What are you doing when you dig so much?"

"How can you give up a few hundred yuan a pound when you eat it?"

"A few hundred yuan? Well, it's not bad, it's better than Ah Quan's kid going out to stir cement. When the old village chief heard that he had earned a few hundred yuan, he also felt that it was worth it.

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened: "One catty?"

Zhang Fan smiled again: "It's the price of drying, thinking that after all, it is something that everyone can pick, so I decided to take out some of it to repair the road, which is about 10,000." ”

The old village chief is already confused, and when others say such things, he must think that they are bragging, and he will not believe it. Zhang Fan's words, he didn't doubt it.

Well, everyone has been guarding Baoshan and shouting poverty.

"Have you dug up all over there?"

"How can the young ones be kept for seeding, and it is not okay to fish as much as possible. I thought about it, just fence that mountain and make it the property of the public. It is dug once a year, and the income is included in public funds. Later, it was used to build roads, canals, schools, and so on. Zhang Fan suggested.

In addition to the lack of large investment, there is also an important factor, that is, there is no daily maintenance.

After having public funds, you can pick an idler from the village, pay him a salary every month, hand over the road to him for maintenance, and keep an eye on it almost every day, how can it still be so bad?

The old village chief tugged at his beard, which was not long, and it hurt a little.

He immediately nodded: "That's right! That's right! It's to be fenced, that mountain is the most suitable for the growth of mountain lacquer." ”

When the news spreads, if a charter is not issued in time, the villagers are afraid that they will form a team up the mountain one by one, and they will not let go of the seedlings, and they will not dig up the mountain paint to become extinct?

"You've got a brilliant kid. This time, no one will chew the root of the tongue with the mountain paint you dug, don't worry!"

The old village elder is old and refined, why can't he see Zhang Fan's intentions?

Paying money to build roads, on the one hand, is convenient for oneself and everyone, and on the other hand, it is to block the mouths of the villagers, making people blush.

Zhang Fan and the others paid for it, and if he came forward to say something, who would dare to talk nonsense? If it weren't for Zhang Fan and them, wouldn't those mountain paints be treated as grass?

Therefore, whether Zhang Fan takes the money out or not, there is nothing to complain about.

On the contrary, I should be grateful to him for this discovery, which has added an income to the village.

It's hundreds of dollars a pound! Who would believe it?

"Actually, after the fence is fenced, it's best to take care of it professionally. For example, if you spread out dense plants, you will grow better. Zhang Fan came up with another idea.

The old village chief kept nodding his head, worthy of being a scholar, and his thinking was more comprehensive and long-term.

"What else to do?" asked the old village chief.

"Just serve them as crops, you can do better than me, just don't use chemical fertilizers, pesticides, etc. Water them during the drought, and bury them with some farm manure every year, so that they can grow naturally and wait for the harvest to be good. ”

The old village chief felt that he should immediately talk to the village cadres and formulate a feasible plan.

Such an expensive crop, I didn't know it before, but now that I know it, I can't let it go, I have to take good care of it. Zhang Fan's suggestion made him very excited.

Their village cadres want to do something for the village, but once it comes to the issue of money, they often run aground. If the village still has a public finance, then it will be much easier to do things in the future, and there is no need to waste saliva to take money from the villagers' money bags.

"You go back first, I'll talk to someone. The old village chief didn't want to delay for a moment.

But at this time, a little guy came running in the distance, crying and grabbing the ground: "Village chief, help! My dad is going to beat me to death." ”

Zhang Fan sweated wildly, a similar scene!