"How do you know that I haven't thought about this problem, the reason why our county is called a poor county is because most people live in the ravine, and they live in a miscellaneous, take your village as an example, Xiawa Village is already close enough to the mountains, and there are people who are more close to the middle than you, you can tell me how to get electricity in a village with only a few households?"

Wu Daguang nodded, what the county magistrate said is the biggest difficulty in the county, most people live in the mountains, if there is a natural disaster, I don't know how many people died, just like Zhang Erlai used to miss Jiufeng, for this certificate and that or something, there is no concept, and there is no hurry to get a household registration to have a child, and many young people in the mountains do not have a household registration.

"If you want to completely change the face of poverty, you have to pass the idea of modernization into the countryside, it is not as good as children, only male children in our village are qualified to go to school, female children will keep the old social atmosphere, and when they reach the age of a few people, if they want to change this kind of thinking, they need village cadres to move around more, and the most important problem is that there are too few schools, and our village has to go to the town for half a day, and we have to go to school in neighboring towns. Wu Daguang said that he just mentioned what a small ordinary person thought, and he didn't listen to the leader.

"We have all thought about what you said, but the economy is limited after all. ”

"That's just an idea, the real practical thing is to build roads, road construction is a bridge to change the economy, people in the mountains can only hope to improve through their own ability when they come out, and people outside can only see its value when they walk in." Wu Daguang's point is here, he also has his own small abacus, as long as the county can build the road to the town, he dares to build the road to the village, to create greater benefits, the benefit lies in the excavation.

"Build roads?" muttered the county magistrate.

"That's right, only when the road is built, all the reverie can become a reality, otherwise no matter how much is said, it will be on paper. ”

"How much does that cost?"

"It's indispensable. ”

……

The topic is embarrassed, road construction will be carried out sooner or later, but the gap between morning and evening is far away, a little earlier, not only please the hat of the poor county, maybe it can also become an economic demonstration county ahead of the city's major counties and districts, if it is late, the average level of the city is rising, and the hat of the poor county can not be shaken off.

Wu Daguang wants to make a fortune while building roads, although the idea is good, but there is little hope, it is now 1997, no one here has a sense of advancement, if the county magistrate proposes, it is how much courage it takes, after all, there is no precedent.

Wu Daguang filled out the form, pulled some of the things that he didn't have, and then he left, he just thought he was talking nonsense, it didn't matter to him whether he repaired the road or not, he could make the first fortune if he repaired it, if he didn't repair it, he wouldn't starve to death, he just swept the snow in front of the door.

Wu Daguang returned to the store, boiled the bag of corn, left one in the store, went to the factory for a walk, gave Wang Kun one to take home, and then gave the rest to the bamboo stick.

On the campus of the wedding, bamboo skewers gnaw corn like dogs gnaw bones.

Wu Daguang sat at the desk, checking the wedding situation, as always, it was deserted, what he wanted to do in this business was word of mouth, the first time he felt satisfied, the second time he thought of you, he basically couldn't grab business in this industry, and it consumed staying power.

Wu Daguang looked at the list for only five minutes, looking for a corn to eat, and when he looked around, there was only a bag of cob bones.

"You belong to a pig. Wu Daguang was speechless, and he didn't even give him a single left.

Bamboo Skewer rolled his eyes: "Didn't you just give it to me to eat?"

"Is it delicious?" Wu Daguang asked.

The bamboo stick wiped a corn ballast from his face and threw it into his mouth: "It's not as delicious as my grandfather's house." The bamboo stick's eyes rolled: "Brother Guang, hasn't Zhang Erlai come back yet?"

"I didn't come back. ”

"You call him and ask him to bring me some corn, since I live upstairs, I don't eat much of this food, and I give my mother and they can taste it." ”

"I'm sorry, but we don't have a phone in our village. ”

"Damn, ......"

The bamboo stick pondered how to inform Zhang Erlai, Wu Daguang had a thought in his mind, seeing that autumn was approaching, agricultural products must be indispensable, rather than being left at home and not being able to sell, why didn't he buy it and try it in the city?

Thinking of this, Wu Daguang took out the handwritten phone book from his arms and rummaged through the old brother he met at the roadside stall in the city.

When I dialed it, it took a long time for the other end of the phone to be connected, and the noisy voice came through the big brother's earpiece, like a group of people arguing, causing the small worker who was working next to him to run over to see what was going on.

"Hey, who's that?" shouted on the other end of the phone.

"I, Wu Daguang. Wu Daguang also shouted.

"Daguang, what's the matter, you're in the city, come to me for a drink or two. ”

"I'll introduce you to a small business, my hometown corn **, there is no such thing in the city, I'll send you a bag in the past two days, how about you try to sell it?"

"Okay, but I have to give you the money. "It's also refreshing on the other end of the line.

"Try it first, and if it's okay, we'll give it together next time. ”

"Cheng, I'm busy, I'll call you again in the evening. ”

It's really busy, there are two people in a small shop, the cooking skills are good, the price is low, and the busy work from morning to night is busy, this year, the rich is the grandfather, and the poor is the grandson.

The bamboo stick came to Wu Daguang's side: "Brother Guang, I've figured it out, how about letting your village take the shuttle bus to send a message to Zhang Erlai?"

"Except for me and Zhang Erlai in our village, no one has come out, okay, what should you do, this matter is on me." ”

Wu Daguang called the town, the old rule, let the commissary boss meet the villagers to give Zhang Erlai a message, people from nearby villages will go to the town when they call, and the people in the nearby villages will soon know all over the store, and the matter of one mouth.

The next day, Zhang Erlai really got the news, bought two sacks of corn at the house of the village chief Zhang Baoshui, and sent them to the shuttle bus.

At noon, Wu Daguang received the goods, and the last train to the city at the bus station had already departed.

Another day later, Wu Daguang caught the earliest bus, sent a sack of corn to the bus to the city, and explained to the eldest brother who went to the city to set up a stall when to pick up the goods. The remaining sack, said to give some bamboo sticks, gave a large part to the second child, and repeatedly reminded him to take it home, and then Wang Kun, there was no left or right in the store.

In the afternoon of the same day, the city arrived.

After receiving the goods, the big brother in the city took it back to the store on a tricycle, cooked it at home, and then cooked it in a big pot of soup in the evening.

The eldest brother from other places thinks that these corn are sold, but there are definitely not many people who buy them, and the people in the city are used to picking their appetites and are not used to eating these coarse grains.