Everyone had white cash in their pockets, and the atmosphere was very warm. For them, who have only been in the business for a few months, they know all too well the importance of cash. In the past, when farming was done collectively, the big guys were lazy if they could, and the weeds in the field grew better than rice.

Now the field is his own, and how much effort and sweat people have put into the field can be seen when the late rice is harvested in autumn. Diligent people, in addition to the harvest of grain and retention of overall planning, can still have two or three hundred catties left per mu, the family has more than ten acres of land, as long as they are willing to exert their strength, the problem of food and clothing can be solved, and even the surplus grain can be sold to the state in exchange for some cash.

However, the grain purchase price given by the state is very low, and the little money in exchange for the wife and children have to live, and they have to prepare seeds and fertilizers for the next year.

Now with the cash sent by Liu Juying in their pockets, everyone's hearts are steady, and they have been busy for more than two months, in exchange for a rich life for their families next year. Seeds and fertilizers can be prepared in advance, new clothes can be made for wives and children, and two more bites of meat can be eaten in the bowl of my father and mother.

"Manager Wang, I'll toast you!"

"Manager Wang, I did it, you are free!"

"Hostess, come have a drink!"

"Boss, will you still do this business next year?"

The salesmen held the wine and gathered around to toast Wang Fagen. Rao is Wang Fagen's amount of wine is okay, and he was quickly poured seventy-seven eighty-eight. Liu Juying is a woman, and she drinks boiled water with wine. She felt sorry for her husband, so she hurriedly called Li Liang over and helped the drunk Wang Fagen to the side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am happy today, my uncle is already drunk, everyone is free, pay good respect to the section chief Liang of our printing house, and we must accompany the section chief Liang to drink and eat well! After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month next year, my uncle still has a business to prepare, if you can see it, you can come here on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, we will entertain you for the New Year's dinner, and we will discuss the details with you at that time. ”

Li Liang originally made an appointment with Wang Fagen to be announced by him, but now that his uncle was drunk, he told him about it. It is not easy to build a good sales team, although Li Liang has not yet thought about what business to do next, but he still sets the time first and stabilizes the team.

After listening to Li Liang's words, everyone applauded, and many of them were waiting for Wang Fagen to speak.

Wang Fagen was drunk, and everyone turned the toast to Liang Daming, the section chief of the printing house. Fortunately, Liang Daming is a qualified soldier who has been tested by alcohol, and the toast for each salesman is a chess opponent who will meet a good talent. He speaks in a set of ways, often in a few words, it becomes a toaster to drink a glass and he only takes a sip, Rao is so, there are many people who can't stand the toast, and he quickly drinks almost.

The meal lasted until about 8 p.m., when it was dark early in winter and the streets were silent. There are only a few lonely street lamps at a distance from the road, and the street is lit up by a little light from the closed doors of the shops facing the street.

The weather was cold, Liang Daming was drunk again, Li Liang was worried that something would happen to him on the way back alone, so he hurriedly found a guy from the back kitchen, and the two dragged Liang Daming, who was walking and staggering, back to the family courtyard behind the printing house.

There were also many drunk among the salesmen, Li Liang and Liu Juying had to ask those who were not drunk to help them go back to the bus station guest house, and everyone responded. Fortunately, the county seat is not big, and it is more than ten minutes away from Wangke to the bus station.

Li Liang and Xiao Chen, a restaurant buddy, sent Liang Daming home, his house was in the family courtyard behind the printing house, Wan Cuicui heard a knock on the door, opened the door and helped her husband into the house, skillfully took a hot towel to wipe her husband's face, it seems that she is used to her husband's drunkenness. She beckoned Li Liang and Xiao Chen to sit, where would Li Liang and Xiao Chen sit at her house, left the brocade quilt and blanket given to Liang Daming and Wan Suliang, and said goodbye.

Xiao Chen is a member of Chen Chunhua's same clan, about 20 years old, and calls Chen Chunhua his aunt according to his generation. It turned out that he was also farming at home, and since Chen Chunhua's Wangke came to open a new store to expand the scale, he entered his aunt's shop of the same clan and worked in the back kitchen.

Li Liang politely said to Xiao Chen: "Brother Ming, I'm really bothering you tonight." ”

Xiao Chen's big name, Chen Xiaoming, has been working in the store for a few months, and he has long known that Wangkelai is a partnership between Li Liang's family and Chen Chunhua's family. He smiled and said, "Liangzi, it's nothing, it's so late, I'll send you back first!"

Li Liang hurriedly excused himself, "Brother Ming, no need, this is not far from my house, I will be home in a few steps, you can rest in the dormitory." ”

The enthusiastic Chen Xiaoming still insisted on sending Li Liang home, the public security situation in the county town was not good in the past two years, Li Liang was still a half-old child, where could he rest assured that Li Liang would go back alone. If something happens, not to mention whether his aunt Chen Chunhua will blame him, he will not be happy in his heart.

Chen Xiaoming insisted on sending Li Liang home, and Li Liang wanted to pull him into the house to drink a cup of hot tea before leaving. Chen Xiaoming didn't enter the house, waved his hand to say goodbye to Li Liang, and went straight back.

Li Liang and Chen Xiaoming helped Liang Daming go back all the way just now, and the two chatted for a while, Li Liang felt that Chen Xiaoming's words and deeds were good, and it seemed that it was a bit condescending to be a miscellaneous guy in the back kitchen, and he was ready to find a chance to talk to Chen Chunhua. Now there is a shortage of talents in the store, and as the business gets bigger and bigger in the future, it is difficult to hold up the scene with only girls such as Wang Xiuyan, Chen Run, and Chen Li.

When I got home, even though it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, there were still some neighbors gathered in the living room who were watching TV. Mother Wang Xiulan has already returned to the room, and her father Li Shuangzhu is greeting her in the living room, and a brazier is burning in the living room to keep warm. Li Liang went into the house to say hello to his father and the neighbors, and knocked on his mother's door.

"Mom!"

"Come in, son!"

Li Liang pushed open the door and entered the house, and closed the door with his hand to prevent the cold wind from blowing in. Wang Xiulan was wearing thick cotton pajamas and was sitting cross-legged on the bed sewing socks.

She saw her son Li Liang enter the house, put down the work in her hand, and asked, "Liangzi, is your uncle drunk, and has he sent him home?" ”

"I was drunk, Brother Chen and I in the store sent Liang Daming home, and my uncle was sent back by my aunt and Aunt Chunhua. Li Liang replied.

It was also very cold in my mother's room, and Li Liang said distressedly: "Mom, why don't you make a brazier in the room?"

Wang Xiulan listened to her son's concern and said with a smile: "Silly child, you don't need money to burn charcoal, my mother is wearing cotton clothes, and it is not cold!"

"Mom, isn't our family without money now?" Li Liang complained.

Now he has a total of 7 or 80,000 yuan on several folds, all of which are kept in the hands of his mother Wang Xiulan.