In the past month, I have often heard the villagers of my village praise how well the road in Zhangjiazhai is repaired, and after really coming to see it, the village chief of Qingtian Village found that he still underestimated the courage of Zhangjiazhai.

"How's this going?" asked Zhao Guanghui, the village chief of Qingtian Village.

A junior from his village who drove a motorcycle in front of him blurted out: "It must be cool! Cars are not so easy to break, and the important thing is that they are not afraid of rainy days." ”

When they drive motorcycles, what they are most afraid of is that on rainy days, the mud roads in the countryside will rot into mud ponds, and they will be miserable. Therefore, on a rainy day, even if others give them half more fare, they are reluctant to go.

Zhao Guanghui thought about what his village should do and whether he could follow Zhangjiazhai's example.

Soon, he denied his idea, which was too unrealistic. To build roads to this extent, their village will have to pay a great price. Three or two thousand per family is the minimum, and on this basis alone, the plan will be frustrated.

When they arrived in Zhangjiazhai, they saw three or four pickup trucks parked on the road next to Zhangjiazhai Primary School, and the villagers were helping to load baskets of cabbage on the cars.

Zhao Guanghui was amazed, Zhangjiazhai planted vegetables and sold them quietly? Does anyone want them? Can so many be sold?

He soon saw the village chief of Zhangjiazhai and his old comrade-in-arms Zhang Guoyao. The old fellow, who seemed to be several years younger, was smiling.

The old village chief of Zhangjiazhai also noticed the outsiders from the village, his old comrades-in-arms, and immediately walked over.

"Lao Zhao, rare guest, what kind of wind is blowing you?" asked Zhang Guoyao, the old village chief of Zhangjiazhai, with a smile.

Zhao Guanghui's bitter gourd face smiled even more ugly: "Lao Zhang, the road in your village is well repaired, I always hear from the people in the village, come and take a look today, it cost a lot of money, right?"

"Of course, in order to engage in this road, everyone is also considered a vegetarian and lives with their belts in their trousers. I kind of understand that the road is not passable, and I will continue to be poor. Grit your teeth and do a good job, there will always be a day to get ahead. The old village chief said in a mocking voice.

In fact, the villagers did not contribute any money at all. That is, Zhang Fan donated a lot, and others made a lot of money because of gloomy wood. However, it's good to know that kind of thing, and you can't say it, even if it's an old comrade-in-arms.

"Your Zhangjiazhai is at the end of the day. By the way, now you are engaged in vegetables, where are you going to ship them to sell, and are you in a way?" this is the information that Zhao Guanghui really wants to know.

Since he is an old comrade-in-arms, the old village chief Zhang Guoyao can't always hide his secrets.

He smiled and said, "These vegetables are almost all from our village. He planted a few acres of land and had a good harvest. Now, it is the boss who comes into the village to buy, five yuan a catty. ”

Zhao Guanghui's eyes were about to pop out.

"How much? Five yuan per catty?"

"Nonsense, you don't look at what quality these cabbage sums are. When Xiaofan went to university, he studied planting. Now he is engaged in professional planting, which is different from us. These vegetables are not chemical fertilizers or pesticides, and in the words of the outside, they are green pollution-free vegetables, which are expensive! Our village is ready to promote them, and everyone will do it together. ”

The old village chief explained that although he couldn't grow such high-quality vegetables to Zhang Fan's level, he was quite satisfied with three or four yuan per catty like Wang Ling's family.

Zhao Guanghui was so shocked that he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

No wonder, no wonder Zhangjiazhai is holding his breath and has to repair the road. If they were to do the same, they would do the same! If you don't get a small fortune, you won't get a big fortune!

"It's still the college students in your village who are amazing, let my old man know each other too!" Zhao Guanghui said with a lick of his face.

The old village chief of Zhangjiazhai glanced at him with disgust: "Don't think I don't know what to think. ”

"What can I think?" Zhao Guanghui's bitter gourd face became even more bitter.

We've been in comradeship for so many years, have you forgotten it, old guy?

Zhang Guoyao glanced at him with contempt: "It's too late! Xiaofan can't get out of it now." He is still very insightful about how to develop the rural economy. ”

He chatted with his old comrades-in-arms for a while, talked about the development of the village, and first talked about road construction.

Zhao Guanghui was very helpless, he was most afraid that others would talk to him about road construction. The road from Qingtian Village to the village, even the town government avoided talking about it, let alone its own villagers.

In their minds, as long as they can leave, it doesn't matter if the car drives slowly, why do they have to spend money on major repairs? Waste money, is it easy for them to make some money?

An hour later, Manager Liang and the others left with the car, and Zhang Fan relaxed.

It can be said that the arrival of Manager Liang and them injected a bottle of hormone into the village, stimulating the villagers' desire to struggle. Next, they will no longer wait and see, and will actively devote themselves to the cultivation of fruits and vegetables.

Many people have begun to ask Zhang Fan what to plant next, how to take care of it, and so on.

In fact, if it weren't for the spiritual water in the net bottle space, the villagers' planting experience would be much richer than Zhang Fan's, and it would be in vain to ask.

In order to cover up the difference of his vegetables, Zhang Fan deliberately pulled some knowledge of scientific management, whether he can learn it or not is not a question for him to consider.

"Village chief, I heard that you are looking for me. ”

The old village chief pointed to the bitter gourd-faced old man beside him: "He is the village chief of Qingtian Village, my former old comrade-in-arms Zhao Guanghui." He's also very interested in your development, I don't know much about it, so you should tell him!"

Zhao Guanghui, the village chief of Qingtian Village, showed a rare smile, but it was a little infiltrating: "Sure enough, you are a hero out of a teenager! It's rare that you have the heart to go back to your hometown and lead the villagers to develop." ”

When they met, they praised people, and Zhang Fan could only have a good chat.

"Hello Village Chief Zhao! Your Qingtian Village is a good place, with outstanding people. Zhang Fan also replied.

Of course, it's not all compliments. In fact, Qingtian Village has very good tourism resources, and the scenery is even better than Zhangjiazhai, especially the waterfall, Zhang Fan is deeply impressed.

Zhao Guanghui smiled bitterly, thinking that this young man was polite. But they can't boast with their eyes open! They have outstanding people in Qingtian Village, and a road is a headache for them.

"To tell the truth, can I Qingtian Village learn from your Zhangjiazhai and engage in vegetable planting?" Zhao Guanghui actually really wanted to ask, could he borrow Zhang Fan's sales channels.

If you really want to learn, why can't you learn it? Isn't it just to grow vegetables? Although it is difficult to build roads, he can really be like Zhangjiazhai, and he is sure to persuade the villagers to come up with money to improve the roads.

The most important thing is whether Zhang Fan is willing to help introduce the boss to buy vegetables.

Zhang Fan understands that I am afraid that the village chief of Qingtian Village is also interested in the profits of vegetable planting.

He frowned, it's not that he doesn't want to help other villages, what really struggles is how to ensure that the villagers in other villages can manage honestly and strictly control the use of chemical fertilizers and pesticides.

A reputation is hard to build, and it only takes one accident to ruin it.

Without word of mouth, it will cause great trouble to his future plans.

"What, do you have any concerns?" the old village chief of Zhangjiazhai couldn't help but ask.