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Chapter 519: Go hand in hand

"I estimate that when Mao Mao was in the jeep, he was reprimanded by Feng Qiying, and as a result, he used his empty claws to take out people's wallets. The fat man recalled the situation for a moment, and then began to reason.

Mao Mao stood there and nodded at Mao's little brain, as if he agreed with the fat man's analysis: We are all hot, but that guy doesn't know what to do, of course he has to teach it a lesson.

"Stand up - no matter what, you have to take other people's wallets, and if you dare to steal that thing in the future, you will chop off your little paws!" The fat man suddenly said violently, Mao Mao lowered his head, and looked down to confess his guilt, but a pair of big eyes were spinning around, glancing up at the fat man.

"Okay, let's not take an example, let's eat. The fat man handed the rolled spring cakes to Mao Mao, and the guy sat on the small bench and became like no one else.

The fat man also returned to the kang and continued to eat cakes in a good mood. I didn't expect Mao Mao to play such a trick, it was really happy.

"What about this wallet?" asked Kiki, with a few big rolls of his eyes.

"When you go to the commune, you can hand it over to the Ministry of Armed Forces, and when the time comes, notify the donor, and Master Feng will come to pick it up by himself. Hehe-"Of course the fat man won't covet this money, as long as he gets angry, and he doesn't need to take action himself, Maomao is just a little hairy monkey, who can say anything."

In the afternoon, Ye Haibo pulled Xiaoyingzi away from the backer, and the fat man waved his hand vigorously: "Be careful!" No one would have thought that in the jeep, there was nearly ten catties of gold.

Ye Haibo has already found a buyer, but the fat man's gold has not yet been purified, and it is relatively scattered, and it looks like unprocessed sand gold, so the price per gram is five yuan lower.

When he got home, the fat old man brought the fat man another piece of good news: the matter of contracting Daqingshan has been greeted, but it needs to be approved layer by layer from below, but the above will definitely agree, and what the fat man needs to do is to write an application.

"This is too easy, isn't it?" The fat man almost couldn't believe it, but he still happily found Captain Li, plus Ye Ying and Lin Qingshan, and got together, and Lin Qingshan wrote an application for contracting barren mountains in the name of the fat man.

As for the price of the contract, it is not up to the fat man to have the final say, you have to find an expert to evaluate it.

After finishing it, the fat man wrote a contract with a brush: "Uncle Captain, the contract for Daqingshan is in my name, but in the end it will fall to our company, so I wrote another explanation, so as not to misunderstand everyone, everyone will sign it." ”

"Everyone can trust you!" said Captain Li with a grin.

"Of course I know, but it's better to make it clear, the name is not right, and the words are not good!" The fat man's idea is: Daqingshan is not a mountain for him alone, but a mountain for everyone to guard.

"You know what's going on, you have to bother!" Captain Li wrote his name as he grinded in his mouth.

The fat man said twice: "The amount of the contract fee is not small, and every household will have to pay for it at that time." ”

"Don't worry, even if we smash the pot and sell iron, we will contract the mountain!" Captain Li looked confident.

"I always think that this is not bad now, why bother to spend money and effort on contracting?" Ye Ying signed while arguing with the fat man.

The fat man rolled his eyes: "Let's make a simple analogy, if someone else contracts Daqingshan, can you still ask us to do this? ”

As soon as he saw Ye Ying clenching his small fist, the fat man's tone immediately changed.

The next day, the fat man rode the Great Defense and sent the application to the commune. entered Ma Zhanshan's secretary's office, but was stunned to find that He Mancang was sitting leisurely opposite Ma Zhanshan, and the two were talking hotly.

"Uncle Mancang, I'm about to come soon, I'll carry you back in a while, and everyone will start to open up the wasteland in Nanwazi!"

Ma Zhanshan coughed: "Fatty, you stop for a while, I am discussing with Lao He Zheng about cultivating rice fields in other brigades in our commune, can you borrow Lao He first?"

"Uncle Mancang is not a thing. The fat man immediately began to protest, He Mancang was specially invited by Zhang Liang, and he was only responsible for the backer.

"Fatty, who is not a thing!" He Mancang straightened his face, but he couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his eyebrows.

slapped a few times on the door of the head: "Uncle Mancang, see that I have a bald mouth, hurry up and go back with me, get two good dishes, and make amends for your sins." ”

"Comrade Huang Liang-" Ma Zhanshan knocked on the table: "You also have to think about the overall interests of our commune, don't you say that everyone is really rich, why do you drop the chain when it comes to key issues!"

The fat man handed a wad of paper to Ma Zhanshan: "Then let's batch this first, and then we have to send it to the county and province." ”

"What kind of thing, do you still have to approve it layer by layer?" Ma Zhanshan took a look, and then nodded again and again: "Fatty, you kid has courage, and the commune will definitely support you." ”

The fat man put on a bitter gourd face: "Uncle Mancang, you have to take the time to go back to guide and guide from time to time, this year's rice field area is 300 acres." ”

"You just put your heart in your stomach, Lao He leads a group of apprentices, it is estimated that there are more than ten, I will go to you tomorrow, learn hard, and then start planting a large area next year. Ma Zhanshan had already discussed with He Mancang, and what he taught and learned was not as practical as practice.

"How many people, food and shelter are also a big problem. The fat man smacked his lips.

"I can't thank you, when the time comes, the commune will give you a unified subsidy. ”

The fat man rolled his eyes: "I mean, where do more than ten people live, otherwise, Secretary Ma, you will give us some building materials, build a house, and live well." ”

"You kid is taking advantage of the fire to rob, okay, go back and wait for the letter!" Ma Zhanshan did things simply, he said so, even if it was a certainty.

"Then I'll go back and prepare first, and I guess I'll have to set up a few horse racks temporarily. The fat man said goodbye happily, stepped onto the national defense, and returned to the backer with a smoke.

"Uncle Fatty, the road repair team is here again, and they want to repair Nanwazi Avenue. "When a few little babies from school saw the fat man, they shouted vigorously.

"Good fellow, you're going to be busy now!" muttered the fat man. Since a sanatorium is to be built, the road must be smooth, and it is also convenient for the transportation of goods and materials.

The project of the entire nursing home is expected to be completed in two years, the first year is mainly planning and laying the foundation, and the second year is to build the building. Just this year, the road will be built, and it will be much more convenient to transport building materials in the coming year.

The next day, He Mancang led a group of people to Gushantun, and the fat man drove a big carriage and pulled them to Nanwazi. Halfway through, I saw that the technicians of the construction team were drawing lines, basically according to the original road, but it needed to be widened, and the road surface was also a completely asphalt road. It is estimated that after the repair, if you ride a bicycle to Nanwazi, you won't need half a pull.

The car owner was also mixed in the construction team, and he still had a hard hat buttoned on his head. He is familiar with the terrain here, and there are a few places where the slurry is turned, and it is best to bypass them, otherwise the amount of work will increase a lot.

"Uncle boss, you haven't worked yet, you don't need to wear a hard hat, unless pie falls from the sky!" the fat man shouted vigorously, and then with a flick of the whip, the carriage galloped away.

The fat man's current "driving" skills have improved, and the big whip can also rattle, but those terms are a little inaccurate, and sometimes he shouts "drive" when he stops.

The appearance of He Mancang made the entire station almost boil, everyone is his apprentice, the master has not seen him for several months, and Leng Buding has come back, so it is worth it.

"Well, that's good!" He Mancang stood on the ridge and looked at it, and was very satisfied when he saw that the newly turned rice fields were flat and neat. And the earliest 100 acres of land, and the 100 acres that were reclaimed last autumn, not to mention, are black and shiny, and they are almost impounded.

"When raising seedlings this year, it is estimated that a greenhouse will have to be built first. He Mancang took precautions, and began to show up when he came.

The fat man led a group of people to build a few more horse shelves, arranged to stay, and then communicated with Lu Gong and Wang Gong, and learned that their measurement work had been successfully completed, and the drawings had been drawn, and the next step was to level the mountain and dig the foundation.

After discussing for a while, it was decided to first draw thirty strong laborers from the wasteland reclamation brigade to do this work. Although the village can still draw some labor, it is too much to eat and lodging, and in the beginning of spring, every family has to farm.

Unlike cultivating rice fields, working for a sanatorium is not in vain, and when the time comes, you will get money from the construction fee. The fat man smiled happily: "Don't talk about giving money, even if it's for nothing, we are not ambiguous, after all, we have half of us!"

In this way, the busiest spring in the history of Gushantun kicked off, and many fronts went hand in hand, booming and boiling, and even in the spring breeze, it seemed that people's enthusiasm and enthusiasm were wafting.

On this day, the fat man was following everyone to level the mountain, and suddenly got the news: "Xiao Yingzi led his classmate who can cultivate bonsai to the backing mountain." ”

The fat man had been thinking about this in his heart, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he rode on the big defense and rushed all the way back. While pedaling the car, the fat man pondered: If this thing is really done, it is estimated that some more people will be divided. Oh, it seems that this person is not enough?

This is definitely a good thing, if everyone is idle and has nothing to do, then they will probably go hungry.

When he returned to the village and asked, he said that it was in the wild vegetable factory, and the fat man hurriedly rushed over, only to see Xiaoyingzi followed a man, standing in front of the rockery to watch the two dragons playing with pearls.

"Creation is not done by man. The man's face was solemn, and he muttered this sentence over and over again. On his face, there is only admiration and obsession, and there is not a trace of greed to be found.

"Little stone!" the fat man exclaimed, and from the other party's almost wooden face, he suddenly thought of one of the most influential bonsai masters decades later, who was revered as "Chinese stone" by the Japanese bonsai industry.

The man woke up from his obsession and looked at the fat man: "You—how do you know my nickname?"