Yang Xiande took the lead in implementing the contract responsibility system for all the agriculture, forestry, water and supply and marketing departments in the town, completely broke the grim situation and important significance of the big pot of rice, and gave a report to the xylophone. Finally, he said, now pay attention to mutual benefit and resource sharing. You Xinghua Village sells apricots for economic interests, and people's tractor stations are also looking for bowls of rice to eat. patronized his own rice bowl, but he couldn't bear to watch people hungry all day long.

Xylophone Dao, I also understand these. The asking price is outrageous. My village can't afford this Tang monk meat, whoever wants to nibble on a few bites. All year round, the villagers are counting on this little apricot fruit. If it's eaten up, how can you grow meat again?

It's good to say it, and finally Yang Xiande has been talked around. Yang Xiande asked Stationmaster Li to answer the phone. He first gave a training to him, thinking that he was crazy about money, and he didn't know that Xinghua Village was the brand of the town's Libao. If you dare to smash the sign, you will also smash your job. After a lot of miscellaneous meals, and finally arbitrarily set the price, a car can only charge 200 yuan for freight, and the fuel money is calculated separately.

Stationmaster Li wiped the fine sweat on his head, and said to the xylophone, Mu Zhishu, I am afraid of you, and I will obey you. Your loins are thicker than mine, and harder than mine. In the future, you can take care of it a little more. One day my rice bowl is smashed, and I have to ask you for food.

After setting the time for the vehicle and hauling, the xylophone and his party left the tractor station.

Mao Lin said that this car is only 200 yuan, more than a dozen cars, plus gas money, and it is impossible to play without 4,000 yuan.

Yang Xing hated, looking at Stationmaster Li's spirit, as if he was the only one in the world who could pull fruit for us. Without him, our apricot fruit would still rot in the mountains and couldn't be transported? When I was going to buy a car, I would squeeze his stinky rack down and tell him to follow my ass to eat.

Xylophone continued, okay. When our road is repaired, the idea supports you to buy a car and run transportation. It depends on whether you have the courage and ambition to do so.

The foreign bank said, sister-in-law, don't worry. As long as I have the opportunity, there is nothing I dare not do. It's just a lack of money, and a penny can suffocate a hero.

The xylophone puffs the airway, and the difficulties are temporary. As long as you have the energy, don't relax, there will always be a way.

It was time for lunch, and the three of them walked to the front of the supply and marketing cooperative's hotel while talking.

Muqin said, let's go back to the village after lunch. As he spoke, he took Maolin and Yang Xing into the hotel and took a look at the bank.

The bank was pleasantly surprised, and it was going to lead it to its dormitory. If you don't go, say you're busy, just eat in the hall outside.

The bank refuses to let you live or die, saying that it is not easy to see you, and I have to invite you to a meal today, and I usually can't invite you if I want to. After that, he looked at the big window selling food and shouted to the four directions who were busy on the stove, and said, Third brother, you can't guess who it is.

The square probe caught a glimpse of Muqin and the others through the window, and immediately put down the wok in his hand and ran out. While wiping his hands with the big white apron on his body, he said in surprise, sister-in-law, what gust of wind blew you. In all these years, I haven't seen you eat in a restaurant.

Xylophone smiled and said, "Come and contact the fruit truck." When it's time to have dinner, I will come in for a meal, and I will also take the opportunity to invite you to Mao Linge and the guests of the foreign company. During this time, they were exhausted. [End of Chapter]