Nowadays, shiitake mushrooms are also growing not far from the chicken farm, and the villagers naturally rush to the mountains one by one.

Most of the villagers who were lucky enough to pick one or two catties of mushrooms sold to Wu Xiaoyu, after all, twelve yuan a catty is already very good.

There are also shrewd people who pick shiitake mushrooms and bring them to the town to sell, but the market price heard in the vegetable market is only ten yuan.

I worked hard to send it to the town, but I didn't make as much money as I sold it to Wu Xiaoyu, who would be so stupid, waste that effort in vain, and suffer that loss.

I just don't understand, the market price is ten yuan, why does Wu Xiaoyu dare to buy it for twelve yuan? What way does he have to sell the mushrooms at a high price?

A good deed person followed Wu Xiaoyu to deliver the goods and found that he had delivered the mushrooms, the town's Juxian Residence and slaughterhouse,.

Juxianju is easy to understand, the restaurant, it must need shiitake mushrooms, but this slaughterhouse, why do you want so many shiitake mushrooms?

The person who thought he had discovered the mystery also took the mushrooms to Juxianju to sell, and the people looked at the mushrooms he sent and praised them, but they refused to buy them, because they signed a contract with Wu Xiaoyu.

When I asked the people of Juxianju about Wu Xiaoyu's price, they never mentioned it.

The reason is very simple, that is, they do not have a stable and large-scale supply capacity.

To put it bluntly, the number of their shiitake mushrooms is too small, and they can't guarantee a stable supply, this Juxianju has its own signboard, not a small restaurant on the side of the road, and a stable supply is the first thing the procurement department should consider.

inquired from the slaughterhouse, but he didn't even get a hair, so he simply sold those shiitake mushrooms to Wu Xiaoyu.

And this case, in order to let the villagers earn money every day, Wu Xiaoyu also has a headache, is it easy to spray spiritual spring water in the mountains at night?

These days, the only thing that makes Wu Xiaoyu happy is that all the formalities of the hotel have been completed. Zhou Dong has a relationship with Ma Shengming, which is naturally unimpeded.

The next step is to select a site in the town, Wu Xiaoyu knows very little about the doorway, and he directly handed it over to Zhou Dong and asked him to watch it.

......

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the summer harvest to be busy, and all ethnic groups and clans gathered together to discuss the order of the summer harvest and the distribution of manpower.

After all, in this mountain village, no agricultural harvester is willing to come in, after all, the road is too bumpy.

Besides, most of the fields in the mountains are here and there, and they are very scattered, and when other harvesters come, they are not neatly done.

Therefore, manpower has become the most important resource, and in the village, it is generally a large family that works together to help each other and harvest together.

In previous years, the Wu family got together and held a meeting to discuss the summer harvest work, all of which were in Wu Deen's house, the oldest and most senior, but this year, they all came to Wu Xiaoyu's house.

In most people in the city, isn't this just a different place to discuss things, what's the big deal!

In the eyes of the peasants, the major affairs of the country are as important as the New Year's sacrifice to their ancestors, and the discussion of agricultural affairs in whose family often means his authority among the clan.

Wu Youliang is in the same clan, and his prestige is already very high, and now Wu Xiaoyu not only runs a chicken farm, but also helps several young people in the clan to make a living, as Wu Xiaoyu's father, his prestige is growing.

Wu Deen, who was in his seventies, pulled Wu Youliang and said, "Youliang, this year's summer harvest work is up to you!"

The room full of thirty or so people focused their eyes on Wu Youliang's body, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, he had not been the focus of the crowd for many years.

Wu Youliang knew that most of these families were raising themselves, and most of them were also in front of their sons, so they naturally didn't dare to hold it up, coughed, and said with a smile: "Fourth uncle, it's better for you to do this! I don't know how this work should be arranged......

When everyone heard this, they thought he was humble, and they also said: "Youliang, you just look at the arrangement, the big guys listen to you, who is early, who is late, what does it matter!"

Having said that, but whoever is ranked behind, who is also unhappy in their hearts, which involves too many people and sophistication, he asked himself if he couldn't deal with it, so he had to shirk again and again: "It's still the fourth uncle, you come, you come, ......."

Wu Xiaoyu saw that they were pushing back and forth, it was a waste of time, wasn't it just to arrange the summer harvest? As for this, "Fourth grandfather, you should arrange this matter, after all, you arranged it in previous years, and you have rich experience!"

When everyone saw that Wu Xiaoyu said this, they no longer persuaded Wu Youliang, and they all focused their eyes on Wu Deen's body again, Wu Deen smiled and said, "Then I, an old immortal, am arranging arrangements for you?"

In Wu Xiaoyu's opinion, isn't this summer harvest just cutting wheat with a sickle?

But in Wu Deen's opinion, it is very complicated, whoever cuts it first in the first year has to be a little back this year, and whoever has been behind in previous years has to let him cut it first this year, so as not to hurt the harmony.

A room of people discussed for a long time, but they still didn't have a clue, Wu Xiaoyu listened to the big head, so he simply hid out and went to the mountain to be quiet.

Passing by the center of the village, I saw that the cow was full of life, squatting on the side of the stone platform at the door and sharpening the sickle.

Wu Xiaoyu cursed a few words in his heart, and then walked to the back mountain again, to say that this Niu Mansheng didn't see Zhang Wu Xiaoyu?

He saw from afar that Wu Xiaoyu was coming here, and hurriedly turned his head over.

Seeing Wu Xiaoyu walking over, he stood up and stared at his back with resentment in his eyes, this kid was getting fuller and fuller.

The surname Wu has gone to his house this year to discuss the summer harvest, and it seems that he has established authority among his clan.

These days, he has purchased the villagers' shiitake mushrooms, and he has also gathered a lot of people's hearts, if he wants to continue to develop like this, those money-greedy bastards of the Niu family are afraid that they will all turn against him, will he still do it as the village chief?

But I can't fight him by myself, so how can this be good? Made! Didn't he just go to Guangdong Province, and not long after he came back, he seemed to be a completely different person.

Is Guangdong Province so powerful? Aren't they going to come back soon, Lao Tzu wants to see how much change the people who have gone to Guangdong Province can be, and it's the other way around!

When Wu Xiaoyu came to the mountains, he saw that there were still some people picking mushrooms on the hillside above the chicken farm. It's just that it's already afternoon at this time, and there aren't many shiitake mushrooms missing on the mountain.

Even if they pick some, it is not easy to sell them themselves, after all, there is no refrigerator in the countryside, and the shiitake mushrooms they pick are already a little unfresh after leaving them at home for one night.

It seems that he has to be ruthless, and he only collects what is freshly picked in the morning.

I'm afraid that even if I don't buy these overnight shiitake mushrooms, they will still pick them, after all, they can still sell them for some money in the town.

Lao Tzu worked hard, sowed seeds, and sprinkled water, and the shiitake mushrooms that were planted were sold without passing through my hands, didn't I waste my efforts?