It was noon and the sun was scorching overhead.

Jiang Yang held his mobile phone and sometimes moved forward, sometimes stopped. In the shade not far away, several bare-chested men were still playing poker.

Many people are living and cooking, and the fragrance of stir-fried vegetables wafts in the breeze, and Jiang Yang's stomach is rumbling.

There was no shortage of tossing this morning, and the little porridge I drank in the morning had already been consumed.

Walking along the trail until it reached the edge of the only asphalt road in the village, the mobile phone finally jumped out of a single signal.

Jiang Yang was just about to call the phone in the factory, and the word "Zhou Hao" appeared on the screen.

Press Answer, Zhou Hao's voice came into his ears.

"Brother Jiang, I can be considered to have made a call to you."

Listening to this tone, from yesterday to now, Zhou Hao should have been in a hurry, and the phone calls were not less.

"Is the factory okay?"

Jiang Yang leaned against a poplar tree, lit a cigarette and asked.

"Fortunately, Lu Zhenghua didn't make any more moths, but the amount of dealers' additional orders is a bit exaggerated."

"How much did you add?"

"There have been seventy or eighty orders one after another, not to mention more than two million goods. There are not many fruits in our factory, and now we can only produce more than one million products at most, and they have been arranged for dealers in the city. Brother Jiang, if we can't ship so many goods in a week, we will be in default......"

Zhou Hao finally expressed his concerns.

Jiang Yang thought for a while and said, "The factory will be handed over to you in the next few days, and I will solve the matter of Guoyuan as soon as possible." ”

"Got it, Brother Jiang."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yang dialed Chen Lan again.

Suddenly disconnecting the phone in the morning is very rude to the girl. Just take advantage of the signal to explain it quickly.

The phone rang only two times before it was connected.

"Hello?"

Chen Lan's voice was still so calm, gentle and extremely comfortable.

"The signal was not good in the morning, and it suddenly broke off, and I couldn't dial it again."

Jiang Yang explained.

"The devil believes in you."

The environment on the other end of the phone is a bit noisy, and from time to time you can hear pots and pans and shouting about food, which should be in the cafeteria.

Jiang Yang laughed after hearing this: "There is really no signal." ”

At this time, Chen Lan was cooking in the school cafeteria, put the tray with the food in his hand on the table and said, "Okay, okay, let's talk, besides not being able to accompany me to the performance, what else is the matter?" ”

Jiang Yang hesitated for a while and said, "I found that the pear trees in Fulou Village are particularly beautiful, and they should be no worse than the Ginkgo Sea." So, I'm going to invite you to come over here and watch the sea of pear trees, what do you think? ”

Chen Lan on the other end of the phone was stunned: "Lishuhai? ”

Jiang Yang said seriously: "Yes, it's no worse than those attractions." It happens that these two days are weekends, so you can come to the countryside to feel the fireworks here, see the pear trees, taste the farmhouse food, and relax. ”

Chen Lan was skeptical: "I grew up in Shishan County, why have I never heard that pear trees are more beautiful than ginkgo trees?" ”

Jiang Yang smiled: "I can't hide it, in fact, I want to see you." ”

The sudden words made Chen Lan's hand holding the chopsticks stop in mid-air.

All she could do was feel her heart beat faster, and after a few seconds, her face flushed to her fair neck.

"You...... Seriously? ”

Chen Lan lowered her head shyly and asked with the phone.

Jiang Yang leaned his back against the poplar tree and said with smoke in his mouth: "Of course, I dreamed of you last night." ”

Chen Lan's face was red when she heard this.

I thought to myself that what happened to this Jiang Yang today, he spoke so boldly, wasn't he drunk?

But......

That's a pretty good feeling.

"Then I'll come to you after the show."

Chen Lan pinched the corners of her clothes, and her voice was like a mosquito.

"Okay, remember to bring two school uniforms when you come, just from your school."

"Got it."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Lan was secretly happy in her heart.

Suddenly I realized that something was wrong.

School uniform?

Jiang Yang extinguished the cigarette butt, and then called Bai Chengen again.

The approximate meaning of the phone call was to ask him to arrange a driver and send her to Fulou Village after Chen Lan's performance.

Bai Chengen was very curious, he didn't understand what Jiang Yang was doing when he suddenly ran to Fulou Village.

But Jiang Yang just said that he had encountered some problems and asked Bai Chengen to keep it secret for him.

In the entire Shishan County, Bai Chengen is one of the few friends that Jiang Yang can trust.

Seeing that Jiang Yang didn't say much, Bai Chengen didn't ask more.

Just asked for Chen Lan's contact information, and asked some of them to take care of themselves and call if they had something to do.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yang left from the side of the road.

Back in the courtyard, Chen Suzhen had already prepared the meal.

Pork ribs stewed radish, braised tofu, steamed white flour steamed buns, and a pot of sweet potato porridge.

Jiang Yang had been hungry for a long time, and this meal was extraordinarily fragrant.

After eating, the two Yingzi sisters picked up their satchels and went out, Chen Suzhen put away the dishes and chopsticks, and said that she was going to cut the grass in the field.

Jiang Ergou said helplessly: "You are not in good health, so you can't do too much work." ”

Chen Suzhen smiled: "I know my body, and it has been almost fine for a long time." Staying at home every day, idle and flustered. ”

Afternoon.

Jiang Yang and Jiang Ergou began to learn about the situation with the fruit farmers one by one.

In order not to attract Lu Zhenghua's attention, Jiang Yang deliberately hid his identity and did not say that he was a person from the Tang Cold Drink Factory.

After some turnover, Jiang Yang finally figured out the real situation, which was not much different from what Ergou's group of friends said.

The main reason why the fruit farmers did not dare to sell their fruits to the cold drink factory was that the village head, Song Jingen, was the main reason.

As for Li Yuanba, the villagers are afraid to be afraid, but if they really want to sell it, they are helpless.

After all, blocking people's money is like killing parents, and if it really forces a village, the village tyrant can also become a king.

Song Jingen is the head of a village, and generally any news from the county and town will be sent to him first, and he generally has the final say on the purchase price of the fruit and the ownership of the final customer.

For example, the customers of the high-priced fruits the year before last were introduced to the village by Song Jingen.

The growers tasted the sweetness from him, so they trusted him very much.

This time, Song Jingen's argument to stop everyone is very simple, he said that after the beginning of spring next year, there will be a group of big customers to buy fruits from Fulou Village, and the price is about the same as the year before.

The purchase price of apples offered by the cold drink factory is 1.2 yuan, and the fruit farmers naturally do not want to sell them, so it is reasonable to directly regret the purchase contract.

Jiang Yang walked out of a fruit farmer's house with Jiang Ergou and frowned slightly.

Jiang Ergou asked softly: "Big brother, do you think it is possible that Song Jingen was threatened by Li Yuanba and his family?" ”

Jiang Yang nodded and said, "There is such a possibility, but it is also possible that Song Jingen is directly under Lu Zhenghua's instructions to do things." ”

Compared with this matter, Jiang Yang became interested in the behind-the-scenes purchase of fruits at a high price at this time.

He couldn't have imagined that today, when watermelons are only a few cents a pound, who would spend two cents to go to the countryside to harvest apples?

Then again, how did Song Jingen know that someone would come to collect it at a high price in the spring next year?

If he doesn't come, isn't he afraid that these fruit farmers will eat him alive?