If they cope, they can also hear, at least, the problem of bud valley sales channels for the villagers has been solved.

Some people began to pay crooked attention, thinking that what you said was easy, and they still didn't believe that you could really swallow all the buds in the township.

Millions of pounds, choking you.

I was worried that I couldn't find industrial development, and the opportunity came to my door.

After going back, we must make a lot of publicity, so that the people of the whole village will work hard to plant bud grain next year, not to mention more than one household, two or three laborers, and 50,000 catties of bud grain.

The village is full of barren land, and as long as the farmers can see the money in the soil, they are very willing to plant it.

A household has an annual income of 50,000 yuan, and plans to have five people, and the per capita income is also 10,000 yuan a year, which is completely enough according to the poverty alleviation standard.

Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief and continued to eat, completely unaware of the thoughts of these people around him.

"Director Zhang, that's okay, how much do you charge? Don't deny it when the time comes, we as cadres must not fool the people!"

Zhang Hao paused, patted his chest and said, "How much do you receive?"

"Okay, happy, next year our village will prepare at least 800,000 catties for you!"

"Tut, 800,000 catties, what is it? Director Zhang, when spring begins this year, I will mobilize the villagers to plant a large area, and I will keep one million catties for you!"

……

The numbers from several villages are truly frightening.

Zhang Hao put down his chopsticks, and now it is estimated that drinking soup will jam his throat.

I wonder if I can take back what I just said.

There was a scheming look in his field of vision, and he looked panicked.

"Xiao Zhang, if you don't eat yet, you won't eat and leave!" Kong Zhishu's words came in time, Zhang Hao hurriedly followed, and smiled politely at everyone.

Descending the stairs, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground, a string of astronomical numbers dangling in his head.

If a few villages really do that, it will be a big trouble, and the distillery will not be able to finish so many buds in a year.

Swallow it?

Heaven forbid, joke, don't take it seriously.

……

After coming down from the township government, he was in no hurry to go back, Zhang Hao still had a big thing to do.

The prize money is a total of 5,000 yuan, all of which are placed on Zhao Xiaoqian.

How do you use 5,000 yuan?

Zhang Hao already knew in his heart that Zhao Xiaoqian meant to enter the account and supplement the office expenses.

"Kong Zhishu, what do you mean?" Zhang Hao asked for advice.

"You can do it, you can do it!" Kong Zhishu said casually.

Zhang Hao put forward his idea, Wanling Village can come to this point, the predecessors are indispensable, including the entire county, the whole city, the whole China is inseparable from the efforts and struggles of the predecessors.

Compared with their achievements, Zhang Hao felt that his achievements were not enough to talk about.

As the old saying goes, "The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade!" , the kindness can not be forgotten.

How are the old cadres, old party members, and veterans doing?

Zhang Hao had long wanted to take the time to come out and see them, without them laying a solid foundation in the mud. Today's "house" will not be built so easily.

Not forgetting the original intention and forging ahead is what every rural cadre should keep in mind.

The 5,000 yuan is used to buy some daily necessities and visit the old people in the village, so that they can also feel the happiness brought by the development of the times.

Money is not important, it is a kind of respect, it is a kind of remembering, it is a kind of inheritance.

Zhao Xiaoqian listened to Zhang Hao's suggestion, felt a little guilty, and thought about herself, feeling that Zhang Hao was like a treasure trove of human sophistication and knowledge, and she could learn useful things at any time.

Maybe that's what makes him so appealing.

Kong Zhishu nodded, completely affirming Zhang Hao's thoughts.

Without delay, I drove the tractor directly to the door of the supermarket.

Twenty catties of rice, fifty yuan a bag, bought twenty bags, Arowana one to one, 70 a bucket, the boss counted sixty-five, and lifted twenty buckets.

Walking to the side of the six walnuts, Zhang Hao shook his head, there were no walnuts in this thing, so he replaced it with high-calcium milk, and took thirty pieces, and pinched the five thousand yuan to use it up.

Half of the carriage was put in the trunk of the tractor, and after finishing the errands, I went back to the village.

So the question arises again?

Zhang Hao and Zhao Xiaoqian came on foot in the morning, and walked back again?

There is only one seat in front of the tractor.

"Why don't you hug me and squeeze it?" Zhao Xiaoqian stood in her position, crossed her buttocks, and took the initiative to give up her position.

It was already obvious, waiting for Zhang Hao to go up, she sat down.

Zhang Hao thought about it, there were many workers on the way back to repair the road, but he didn't want to be pulled out again, what did he have with her?

The main reason is that the tractor is shaking badly, and I can't control the second brother by accident, and then look at Zhao Xiaoqian's buttocks, the woman who gave birth to a male baby is not laughing.

What should I do if I sit down?

Zhang Hao hesitated a few times and said with a smile: "No need, I'll just walk back!"

"You person, why are you hypocritical now? I don't mind, what do you mind?" Zhao Xiaoqian said with disgust.

"Or I'll squeeze it in two!" Kong Zhishu suddenly added.

“……”

"I'd better walk!" Zhang Hao insisted.

Suddenly, the tractor puffed away with a tail smoke.

Zhang Hao bought a bottle of mineral water and walked back alone.

I met some acquaintances on the way, chatted first, bragging, and felt that it didn't take long to arrive.

Walk into the village council.

"How long have you been back?" asked Zhang Hao, standing in front of the office door.

"It's been more than an hour," Zhao Xiaoqian turned around and said, "You're a person, hey!" , shook his head, not wanting to say more.

"Type out the list of old party members, old cadres, and veterans in the village, and let's go down to the village!"

"Go now?"

"Go now!"

At half past four, Zhang Hao, Kong Zhishu, and Zhao Xiaoqian found a basket, loaded the things bought in the car, and carried them on their backs.

"Okay?" Zhao Xiaoqian glanced at Zhang Hao and asked worriedly, mainly worried about his waist.

Zhang Hao took a bite of OK to clean up.

Zhao Xiaoqian was still violent, a hundred pounds, dozens of catties, and she carried it without snorting.

Kong Zhishu's treasure knife is not old, and he still has a lot of strength.

The three of them barely managed to finish their stuff.

The first household I went to was an old veteran, in his eighties, his teeth were almost gone, and on a cold day, he sat in front of the door wearing thin single clothes, with a straight waist and a temperament.

"Uncle, are you cold? We've come to see you!" Zhang Hao smiled and sat in front of the door.

The uncle's grandson brought a piece of milk and a pot of oil into it.

The uncle slowly turned his head, like a second hand turning, his lips were very thin, thin like a piece of paper, the wrinkles on his face were not counted, and he almost covered his eyes, but the uncle's eyes were still moist.

"Thank you!" Due to the loss of his teeth, the uncle could not speak clearly.

"Uncle, can you tell me about your soldier?" Zhang Hao wanted to stay and talk to him.

Kong Zhishu and Zhao Xiaoqian took a step forward to see the other old party members.

"Okay," the uncle nodded slightly, looking at Zhang Hao affectionately, he has not told that history for a long time, the uncle said word by word, his lips trembled quickly, he tried his best to explain things clearly, "I was a soldier in 42 years, participated in the War of Resistance against Japan, and the War of Liberation ......"