"It's easy now, every year Mabao Valley cripples Lao Tzu's hands!"

"Lao Wang, hurry up, it's over, I'll fix it!"

"The government has given out something practical, much more useful than the paper that sticks to the door!"

The villagers talked about it one after another.

For the vast majority of ordinary people, the most practical things in front of them are easier for them to accept.

The information on the poor households posted on their doors is actually very detailed, and the national government has bought various insurance for them.

It's just that the villagers don't get anything practical in their hands, and their hearts are a little distorted.

"Thanks to Director Zhang and Secretary Kong, they took a trip on a hot day and pulled things back, which saved us a lot of effort!"

"That's right, last night in Mabao Valley, my old waist problem was committed again, thank you so much, Director Zhang!"

Zhang Hao said with a smile: "It's all the preferential treatment given to everyone by the state, and we should implement the preferential treatment!"

The villagers are happy, which is what Zhang Hao hopes to see the most.

"Uncle Wang, I'll leave it to you to help the villagers beat corn!"

"Don't worry, Xiao Zhang, in a few days, we will finish all the buds of the first team!" Uncle Wang said, staring at the tinkling machine.

Treat it like a baby.

With the help of the machine, the villagers went to the field to harvest corn before dawn, and only packed up and went home when the moon was over.

Hurry up, peel hard, and hit hard.

Take advantage of the good weather, hurry up and dry the corn kernels to sell them early to make money.

This year's bumper harvest is a bumper harvest, and large farmers can harvest 10,000 catties of corn, and according to the market price, 10,000 yuan per catty can also be counted as a 10,000 yuan household.

If you don't ask for it for half a year, you can earn 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, can the villagers not be excited?

The smallest farmer also has five or six thousand catties of corn, and the income is not bad.

The weather in September is beautiful, and the sun is shining until the end of the month.

The yard in front of every house is covered with golden corn.

Walking into Wanling Village, it is like entering a palace, from the golden splendor of the land.

……

After the National Day, several neighboring towns and districts began to harvest corn.

One day, the weather was sunny and slightly cool.

A heavy truck drove into Wanling Village.

The folks took a look.

Acquaintances!

It's Yang Chuan.

Mr. Yang of Great Southeastern Agricultural Trade Co., Ltd.

Yang Chuan came today, on the one hand, to see the scale of camellia planting, so that on the other hand, he collected corn by the way.

Yang Chuan walked into the village committee.

Zhang Hao took the initiative to greet him with a smile and shook his hand.

Forgot about Yang Chuan's attempt to bribe himself before.

"Mr. Yang, welcome, welcome!"

"Director Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I've been thinking about you and Secretary Kong!" Yang Chuan said in a rhetorical manner.

"Please be seated, Mr. Yang!"

After sitting down, Yang Chuan asked, "Director Zhang, has the scale of Camellia oleifera planting in Wanling Village been counted?"

"Oh, I was thinking about when I would hand it over to you, and you came, wait, I'll hand you the data!"

Zhang Hao entered the office and took out a record book and handed it to you Yang Chuan.

Yang Chuan took the record book with a smile, flipped through the pages one by one, and his face slowly sank.

The overall data is good, a total of 354 households in Wanling Village are willing to give up land to plant Camellia oleifera.

There are hundreds of acres in the most, and there are a few acres in the less.

It adds up to more than 10,000 acres.

Far more than the 10,000 acres of the township when it was originally planned.

Yang Chuan should be happy, but he still thinks about the fertile soil that the villagers have just harvested.

Yang Chuan put down the record book, and said with a smile: "Director Zhang, this matter didn't make you any less effortless, it's troublesome, thank you!"

"Mr. Yang is polite, all for the sake of the villagers, and I hope that Mr. Yang will be trustworthy and make the camellia industry really up!"

Yang Chuan didn't expect that the village director, who had just been in office for a few months, spoke fluently in an official tone.

"That's for sure, Director Zhang, by the way, what we discussed last time ......," Yang Chuan guided Zhang Hao and said.

"Oh, oh," Zhang Hao pretended to be serious and said: "That matter is indeed a little difficult to do, I have discussed it with the secretary of Kong and the villagers, and the effect is not ideal, but Mr. Yang, don't worry, we will continue to do work for the people!"

Zhang Hao made up lies to fool Yang Chuan, neither wanting to offend people, nor wanting to be bored.

Just drag things out first, the season of planting camellia oleifera is not waiting for anyone.

The benefits generated by more than 10,000 acres of land, Yang Chuan will definitely not give up.

Waiting for next month, he brought the camellia tree and went to the ground, and after clearly rejecting Yang Chuan, Yang Chuan couldn't say anything even if he was angry.

After all, the money is spent, and he will try his best to have a good relationship with Zhang Haokong.

"Then it's a lot of trouble for Director Zhang, and I hope you work hard and don't miss the planting season, so I will add five more pieces to you on top of the original foundation.

The work fund per mu is raised to fifteen yuan!"

Yang Chuan looked imperative, and he felt that no village cadre would refuse such a temptation.

"Mr. Yang is really wealthy, and I work hard. Zhang Hao still said vaguely.

After talking about the oil tea, Yang Chuan took the record book.

The two went to the road in front of the village committee together.

"Director Zhang, I have another matter today, harvest corn, you can help convene it!" Yang Chuan said.

Seeing that the crops could be exchanged for money immediately, before Zhang Hao could speak, a few villagers had already surrounded him.

"Boss Yang, what did you do with this big truck?" asked a woman.

"Harvest as much corn as you want!" Yang Chuan said.

Collect as much as you want!

It's much more convenient now, and you don't have to go to find a car to transport it out.

It didn't take long for the news of the corn harvest to spread.

The big planters have to be counted as Uncle Wang's family.

Uncle Wang rushed over with his daughter-in-law.

"Mr. Yang, come and eat a cigarette!" Uncle Wang took out a five-yuan pack of Hongsheng and filled it over.

"Uncle, no need, you smoke it yourself!" Yang Chuan politely refused.

But they all know each other in their hearts, but they don't think the smoke is bad.

It's a good boss of the company, to say the least, it is China that can get on the table.

Uncle Wang didn't feel embarrassed, he was used to this kind of look.

Uncle Wang began to get down to business: "Boss Yang, my family's bud grain harvest this year is amazing, let alone this number!"

Uncle Wang compared one to two.

"Twenty thousand catties!" Yang Chuan was a little shocked.

It is unimaginable that a farmer can grow 20,000 catties of corn.

"Uncle, I will harvest all your corn and make a start for the villagers, how is it?" Yang Chuan asked.

"Okay, that's what you're waiting for!" Uncle Wang said excitedly.

Zhao Xiaoqian kept an eye on her heart and asked more: "Mr. Yang, how much do you charge a catty?"

Yang Chuan stretched out his hand and compared a seven.

"Seven corners?"

When everyone saw it, they all had unhappy looks on their faces.

"Mr. Yang, I sold all the pieces last year, why did it become seven corners this year?" Uncle Wang asked.

"Uncle, last year was last year, I think you have also seen that this year's corn harvest is unusually good, the market price can't rise, and we can't do business at a loss, don't you say?" Yang Chuan explained.