The villagers of Loufang Village all held the seeds in their hands and checked them over and over again.

Labels, barcodes, particle sizes, colors......

I never believed that there would be a free pie in the sky.

It's Mao Zhishu's turn to perform.

Mao Zhishu said: "You don't have to look at it, the seed company personally sent it up today, rest assured and boldly take it back to plant, if there is a problem, count it as mine!"

The villagers stared at Mao Zhishu and nodded, thinking that there was still progress.

The villagers knew in their hearts that the seeds were sent by Zhang Hao, although they didn't know what they were doing with Mao Zhishu, they had to thank them emotionally.

"Director Zhang, thank you, I promise to grow good bud valleys for your winery!"

"If you want me to say, Mao Zhishu, you should really learn from Director Zhang, let's take a look, it didn't take long for Mao Zhishu to open up, didn't he?"

"Yes, yes, Mao Zhishu, don't rely on the old and sell the old, if it doesn't work, it's not good, the school teachers say, don't be ashamed to ask, ask Director Zhang for advice, we will find your progress!"

The branch secretary was completely speechless, and the branch secretary thought it was like this, and it was estimated that there was no one.

In terms of generation and age, Zhang Hao has to call himself an uncle, but now it's good, the young man has become a teacher in the eyes of the people.

There's no way, who called the common people the masters of the country?

Mao Zhishu didn't say anything, and after sending the seeds, he ordered a few words: "I read the weather forecast, the weather is good in April, you take the seeds back, the seedlings and seedlings, sow them, don't delay the time!"

"I know, I know, thank you, Mao Zhishu, goodbye, goodbye!"

The farmers went home with their cattle in twos and threes.

"Hey!" Mao Zhishu looked at the departing back and sighed.

"What, what does Secretary Mao think?" Zhang Hao suddenly came out from behind him and said.

"Teacher Zhang, we said inside, please also ask Teacher Zhang to teach!" Mao Zhishu said.

Zhang Hao smiled, it's really interesting, it seems that Mao Zhishu is not a middle-aged man who can't eat oil and salt.

Before entering the office, Zhang Hao instructed the brothers who sent the seeds to go back early, because it was not too early.

office, just sat down.

Mao Zhishu said: "Say it!"

"What do you say?" asked Zhang Hao.

"Don't think I don't know that you kid has a ghost in his heart, and he has nothing to do!"

"Hahaha, Mao Zhishu has read some books recently, and his speaking level has been improved to a higher level, and he is developing in the direction of cultural people!"

"Don't talk useless, say, what do you want to come to our village this time?" asked Mao Zhishu.

Mao Zhishu is sure that Zhang Hao has a calculation in his heart, and if Zhang Hao continues to pretend, it will make Mao Zhishu disgusted.

Since the secretary of the Mao branch asked straightforwardly, Zhang Hao replied straightforwardly.

"Ask for land!"

The two words made Mao Zhishu stunned, "What do you want?"

"Which piece of land is connected to the seven groups of Wanling Village!" Zhang Hao said.

"Huh!" Mao Zhishu smiled.

"Are you joking internationally? Just exchange a few packets of seeds for the villagers' land, you are innocent and I can't get off the stage, right?"

Mao Zhishu was confused, he felt that Zhang Hao was too naïve, and he was really shameless, so he actually said it.

Zhang Hao was as steady as Mount Tai, and sat and drank a sip of weak tea.

"Poof~" spit out the tea leaves in his mouth.

"Zhang Hao, I beg you to think about it for me before doing things in the future? Is it easy for me to be the village party secretary?"

Mao Zhishu's tone sounded poignant.

"Mao Zhishu, sit down first, don't get excited, think about it, when did I pit you?"

Mao Zhishu sat down and thought about it, it was true, although Zhang Hao looked unreliable, the result of everything was good.

This is most evident in the attitude of the villagers towards themselves.

In the past, the wall was pushed down by everyone, wishing that he would step down early or resign with self-knowledge.

Anyway, in the eyes of the villagers, it is not good in all aspects.

After Zhang Hao's recent nonsense, the villagers' attitude towards themselves has changed. It's still not very nice to speak, but at least it's not as difficult as it used to be.

Mao Zhishu said very practically: "The land connected to the seven groups of your village is good land, you don't know, that piece of land is the soil of several big watermelon growers in the village, what do you take to find someone to ask for it? My Director Zhang, can you be a little more shameless!"

Zhang Hao said: "Money!"

"How much money?"

"Dozens of times higher income than they grow watermelons!"

Mao Zhishu felt that Zhang Hao was becoming more and more unable to guess Zhang Hao, melon farmers have a lot of income every year, have been planting for more than ten years, and have stable sales channels, even if someone comes up with several times higher profits than planting melons, they may not be able to impress them.

The soil is there, as long as they plant it every year, the money will come back, and in the long run, they will definitely not want to sell the land.

"I advise you not to pay attention to that piece of soil, it's a big deal that I will be a villain again, and let the villagers return all the seeds to you tomorrow!" Mao Zhishu didn't want to get on fire, so he followed Zhang Hao to lie in troubled water.

"The things I sent out will never come back, Mao Zhishu, listen to me!"

"Our village is engaged in tourism, you know?" asked Zhang Hao.

"Yes!"

"Does tourism make money?"

"Earn, of course the service industry makes money!"

"That's fine, as long as there is money to be made, presumably they will agree, and stay at home every year and wait for dividends, what are you doing to plant melons in the field? Such a good thing, if it were you, would you do it?" Zhang Hao asked.

", fools don't do it!" Mao Zhishu said.

"Are the villagers stupid?" Zhang Hao continued.

"It's not!"

"That's not enough, the land will be developed in our village, and your village will wait for the money!"

"Wait," Mao Zhishu thought for a while and said, "You made me dizzy, and said directly, what do you want to do with that piece of soil?"

"Plant flowers!"

"Plant flowers, plant them to sell?"

"No, come and see!"

"Are you sure you can make money?" said Mao Zhishu.

"Of course, otherwise what am I coming to you for? I promised you at the previous conference that I will definitely lead your village to develop, and now the opportunity is in front of you, you have to cherish it, Mao Zhishu!"

"You mean, or let me go and talk to the melon farmers about the land?"

"That's right, you understand it very well!" Zhang Hao said with a smile.

"I'll go with a hammer, I'll persuade them to give up the land to plant flowers, and then someone will come to see it, and then they can make more money than growing watermelons?" asked Mao Zhishu as he cleared his mind.

Zhang Hao: "Yes, that's what it means!"

"You're farting, the ghost believes it, I'm not going to do this, I'm going to go to you yourself, can you get your hands on it?"

Zhang Hao reminded: "Secretary Mao, I'm helping you, in the future, things will be done, you will be more prestigious, if I go, I won't have to take the land twice, what's the point?"

"Phew, just blow it, Zhang Hao, I've never seen a brazen person like you in my life, you still bypass me, I'll take it, I really take it, Mao Zhishu is old, and you can't afford it!" Mao Zhishu made a gesture begging for mercy.