When everyone was still discussing how to pick lychees quickly and efficiently in the yard, the village chief walked in with a few villagers from outside.

The village chief grabbed Hong Yan's hand and said excitedly: "Hong family boy, I heard that you have a way to sell lychees?" ”

The village chief is nearly sixty years old, he joined the army that year, and he also went to the southern battlefield, although he is a little old, but his body is very tough and he can walk and walk vigorously.

Looking at the village chief's shining eyes, with an extremely expectant look, Hong Yan was also flustered.

Over the years, the village chief has seen the outside get better day by day, and the village has hardly changed, and not only that, but as the young people leave one by one, the village is also deserted day by day. If you want to change this situation, you can only lead everyone to get rich, so he has tried all kinds of methods, although there is little effect, but everyone sees the village chief's efforts.

Hong Yan took the village chief's hand and said calmly: "My village chief, uncle, you can organize people to pick lychees, two pieces per catty, and collect as much as you want." ”

When the village chief asked Hong Yan if he could help the villagers sell the lychees, he was thinking that helping one would help, and helping a group would also help, so he would simply help together. However, the price of the food factory's boss Xu is five yuan per catty of high quality, and there is only one piece of five yuan for other catties, but he said that two pieces per catty seems to be five cents upside down, but he plans to gather all the picked lychees together and let the mechanical insects improve the lychees, although it may not be better than directly improving the fruit trees, but at least it is better than ordinary lychees.

"You stinky boy, the village chief is the village chief, what is the name of the uncle, call me old." When he heard that there was a road, the village chief was also overjoyed.

There are dozens of lychee trees in every household in the village, which is an important source of income for the villagers every year. Although the price is much lower than in previous years, it is fortunate that it can be sold, and it is two cents higher than the market price.

Seeing that the village chief was leaving, Hong Yan stopped him and said, "Village chief, discuss something, can you organize some people to help Uncle Zhou's family pick the lychees first." ”

The village chief looked at Zhou Shusheng and knew it in his heart.

"If you have a little conscience, no problem, this matter is on me. Not only will your Uncle Zhou's lychees help pick them, but as long as it is the lychees in the village, everyone will work together to pick them. ”

After speaking, the village chief led the people and left in a hurry.

After a while, a familiar voice sounded on the village radio.

"Hey, hey, well, there's a voice. The old and young masters in the village, the Hong family Xiaoyanzi has a way to help everyone sell lychees, two yuan per catty, and now the village organizes everyone to pick lychees door to door, and each family has at least one person to help, and everyone will bring tools to the stage to gather, starting with Zhou Shusheng's lychees. If anyone didn't come, Xiao Yanzi of the Hong family said that he would not be responsible for receiving anyone's lychees. ”

After listening to the village chief's radio, Hong Yan had a black line on his face, when did he say that whoever didn't help wouldn't accept anyone's lychee?

"After a while, you organize a few village women to take out the pots and pans in the warehouse and wash them, set up a stove by the stage, and everyone will eat a big pot of rice collectively at noon." As soon as the village chief finished broadcasting, he explained to the village accountant, and regardless of whether the accountant heard it clearly or not, he ran away like another gust of wind.

The village accountant's name is Chen Zhengren, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing an old suit with a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He is not only the accountant of the village, but also the cashier, clerk, telephone operator, assistant, statistics, village square dance development and promotion officer, village women's care and mutual aid team leader, health and environmental supervisor, family planning propagandist (now starting to promote and encourage the birth of a second child), and so on......

When everyone was in full swing, Zhou Tingxin, who grew up with Hong Yan in open crotch pants since childhood, came to Hong Yan.

"Yan, I heard that you have a way to sell the lychees in the village?" Zhou Tingxin asked

"Well, not only can you sell the lychees in the village, but you can also buy and sell all the lychees in the surrounding areas that are worried about sales."

"Really?" Zhou Tingxin was skeptical

"Hey, where have you been these days? I haven't seen you yet. Looking at Zhou Tingxin with a travel bag on his back, he asked

"I went to the city to look for a job, and I just came back."

"How did it turn out?"

"Don't mention it."

"Heh, it doesn't matter, this matter is not in a hurry, otherwise, you can help me harvest the lychees first, and the benefits will be counted as your share."

"Really?"

"When there is a benefit to you, go, go to the village and spread the news, the more people know, the better."

After a while, a little fat man riding an electric tricycle with a sign hanging on the car that said "Buy Lychees" and walked into the village was surrounded by everyone.

At this time, he was being subjected to numerous questions such as "Do you really harvest lychees?" "How much is a pound?" "How much can you take?" "Flooded with such questions.