Uncle Wang smoked a cigarette and didn't say anything, patted Zhang Hao's shoulder and walked back.

Uncle Wang's mood at the moment, Zhang Hao can understand.

It was a good harvest, but it encountered a price reduction, and this kind of mental gap had to be slowed down.

When I returned to the village committee, I simply got some food and ate with Dahei.

A little later, Zhang Hao sent a WeChat message to Zhao Xiaoqian out of concern.

[Is the uncle in a better mood?]

Zhao Xiaoqian replied: [It's okay, I've already slept. 】

[That's good, you should rest early!]

Why don't you care about me?]

Zhang Hao looked embarrassed.

When you are young, you have a son to care about, you are out to earn money, and you can take care of the baby in the house.

[What's wrong with you?] Zhang Hao asked out of politeness.

[I'm not happy!]

[Why?]

[Because you didn't look at me carefully today!]

Finished.

The woman was deeply poisoned.

Zhang Hao didn't dare to talk to her anymore, so he replied directly with a good night and turned off WeChat.

……

Almost a week passed.

The villagers finally waited for the boss who was harvesting corn from other places.

Zhang Hao went to the scene to avoid outsiders from being abducted and deceived.

It was about the same as expected.

The highest price given by the boss from out of town is eight cents.

"If I knew it was this price, I should have sold it, and there was an extra two hundred yuan in handling fees!"

The villagers were disappointed.

Now I have to work hard to move the bud valley by myself.

Hearing the final price, none of the big growers looked good.

Uncle Wang went home directly after listening to the price, and he was not interested at all.

At this point, the villagers have no choice, if they don't sell it, they will only rot if they are left alone.

One after another, people brought corn up.

Out-of-town bosses concentrate on acquisitions.

"There are still buds that haven't been sold, hurry up, don't wait to miss them. ”

The attitude is much worse than Yang Chuan.

No way, now his wings are hard.

He thinks that the common people who don't sell corn are fools.

But the truth was not what he expected.

There are also many villagers who sell bud grain, and the boss from other places has collected more than 100,000 catties.

But few of the big growers in the village sell it.

They are gambling and would rather let it rot than sell it for eight cents.

It's not so much that the people are tendoned, not that the people are straight.

What they think they can't do is that even if the king of heaven comes down, they may not be able to persuade him.

Zhang Hao is not the king of heaven, but for the sake of the real interests of the villagers.

He still came forward to persuade some villagers.

"Director Zhang, don't say it, I know you're for our good!"

"Anyway, I've been poor for so many years, so it's not bad for this money!"

"Director Zhang, you let the outsiders in the bud valley go, Lao Tzu looked at his face, and felt unhappy!"

……

Zhang Hao tried his best, but the result was unsatisfactory.

The boss in the field collected more than 100,000 catties of bud grain and left.

Zhang Hao went to Kong Zhishu's house to discuss countermeasures.

It is estimated that there are still hundreds of thousands of catties of corn that the villagers put in the farmers' homes.

It's not a problem to leave it like this, and it won't produce any economic value.

It's a pity for the golden corn in vain.

Pity the villagers for months of toil.

The sun came out and the sun was shining, and the heavy rain came down and the rain was drenched, and finally it fell into such a result, which is distressing to think about.

went to the house of Kong Zhishu.

Long Mei was busy beating corn into powder and feeding it to the wild boar.

Kong Zhishu was on the side to help.

"呲~"

Long Mei turned off the machine.

"Director Zhang, come and sit down!" Long Mei greeted warmly.

"Okay, sister-in-law!"

Zhang Hao and Kong Zhishu went to sit down outside the door, and Long Mei made two cups of tea and brought them up.

"Be careful!" Long Mei reminded.

"Thank you, sister-in-law!"

"Talk, I'm going to feed the wild boar!" Long Mei went out with two buckets of pig food on a flat pole.

"Troubled?" asked Kong Zhishu as he drank tea and looked at Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao held the teacup in both hands, looking at the desolate land that had just finished harvesting corn, touching the scene and feeling a little desolate.

"Secretary Kong, what about the corn in the villagers' homes?"

"Hahaha, what's there to worry about. Kong Zhishu said disapprovingly.

Zhang Hao was puzzled.

"I still have nearly 2,000 catties in my house!" Kong Zhishu said.

"You only have 2,000 catties, but Uncle Wang's family is 20,000 catties!"

"Twenty thousand catties? The old man has a good harvest this year, hasn't he sold a catty?" asked Kong Zhishu.

Zhang Hao nodded and said, "Not only did Uncle Wang not sell it, but a big family didn't buy it, I thought about it and felt distressed!"

"Hey, folks, like this, I feel aggrieved in my heart, I went to see how much the winery could collect that day?"

Winery?

The winery wants to harvest buds, Zhang Hao didn't think of it before.

In most areas of the southwest, bud valley is used to make liquor, and the local people call it "bud valley wine".

"Bud Valley Wine" is mellow, has a strong taste, and tastes heartburn.

It's not something that ordinary people can control, but the veteran knows that this wine is no worse than the wine made from wheat and sorghum.

And even more.

Zhang Hao had an idea.

It is estimated that the distillery has already harvested corn from several other villages.

Otherwise, the hundreds of thousands of catties of corn stored in Wanling Village will be completed.

If you can't finish it, why don't you use it yourself?

Zhang Hao asked: "Secretary Kong, how about the price of liquor in the distillery?"

"What? You have to weigh some liquor to drink, hahaha, I'm afraid it's hard to handle with your amount of alcohol!"

Kong Zhishu smiled, which made Zhang Hao feel a little embarrassed, and remembered the incident of drinking three whips of wine that night.

"Kong Zhishu, you think too much, I'm just asking how the price is?"

"Twenty to forty yuan!" said Kong Zhishu.

When Zhang Hao heard this, he saw hope.

The price of bud grain wine is dozens of times higher than that of pure corn.

Zhang Hao choked up and said, "Secretary Kong, how about you say that our village makes its own wine?"

"Make your own wine?" "Kong Zhishu looked at Zhang Hao suspiciously.

He learned sincerity from Zhang Hao's eyes, obviously not just talking.

Zhang Hao nodded firmly.

China's liquor industry can be described as prosperous.

Chinese baijiu also has a high reputation internationally.

China is the only country that can brew baijiu to more than 80 degrees.

Looking at China, Luzhou Laojiao, GZ Moutai, Zigong Wuliangye, and SX Fenjiu have half of the four famous liquors.

Lang Jiu, Jiang Xiaobai and other rising stars have sprung up.

But there is not yet a well-known bud wine on the market.

If it can occupy a place in the huge liquor market, even if it is just a little bit, it is equivalent to the annual GDP of an ordinary district and county.

What if you're lucky enough to go public?

Zhang Hao briefly estimated the prospect of Baogu wine, which is still very ideal.

"Xiao Zhang, winemaking is no better than raising wild boars, the procedure is complicated, the technical requirements are high, and you have to go to the market by yourself, there are winemakers in the neighboring towns, we may not be able to guarantee victory in the local market competition!" Kong Zhishu said seriously.

There are some things that cannot be done by ideas alone, but by seeing the reality clearly.

"Secretary Kong, we have to look at the whole country!" Zhang Hao said confidently.