Li Yuanba's eyes were erratic, and finally stopped in the black plastic bag, and became firm.

"It's out."

Li Yuanba grabbed the plastic bag, stood up and said, "I'll go to the fruit farmer now, you can prepare the contract." ”

With that, he quickly left the courtyard.

Jiang Ergou stepped forward and said, "It is said that money can make ghosts grind, and today I understand it." Big brother, do you say that this Li Yuanba is not afraid of Lu Zhenghua looking for him? ”

Jiang Yang took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Lu Zhenghua has prestige in Shishan County, Li Yuanba can do things for him because of his reputation, and that is also to leave a good impression in the Lu family, so that he can open his mouth when he encounters something in the future." But these are fundamentally vulnerable in the face of the temptation of profits. ”

There must be brave men under the so-called heavy reward, and Li Yuanba's choice is reasonable.

Jiang Ergou asked: "Since we can get Li Yuanba with money, let's quickly collect the fruit first, why do you spend so much energy on contracting the orchard?" ”

In his mind, it was a ridiculous thing for people who didn't know how to farm to contract orchards.

Jiang Yang smiled slightly, put down the cup in his hand and said, "Lu Zhenghua can let Li Yuanba help him do things this time, and he can still find others." It's only temporary for us to use the money to get the Li family, even if they don't react this time and collect the fruit, then this will happen in the future. ”

Speaking of this, Jiang Yang paused slightly, pointed to the orchards outside and said, "But these orchards are different if they are contracted by me. The villagers eat the wages I pay, so I will form a common interest system with the whole village in the future. If Lu Zhenghua continues to interfere, the villagers will be the first to disagree. ”

After hearing this, Jiang Ergou suddenly realized: "I understand, eldest brother, no wonder you only promised to pay one of the two sums of money for the orchard first, so that the villagers will also be tied to us for money." ”

Jiang Yang laughed after hearing this: "You are only half right, and most of the reason is because the funds in my hand are not enough to pay off at once." ”

In the small courtyard, the hearty laughter of the two could be heard.

I went back to my room and got my mobile phone, got on my motorcycle and went straight to the east of the village.

First called Zhou Hao and asked him to make an orchard contract, first clearly stated the requirements and conditions, and then asked him to print 200 copies and send them to Fulou Village.

When he hung up the phone, Jiang Yang specially instructed him to let him come alone and not say anything to anyone.

Standing in the shade of the poplar tree, Jiang Yang thought about it and called the eldest sister Jiang Qing again.

"Sister, I remember that you processed school uniforms for No. 2 Middle School before, are you still easy to get now?"

Jiang Yang asked with his mobile phone.

"It's so easy to make a school uniform, why did you remember to ask this?"

Jiang Qing's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Jiang Yang first talked about the situation of the Fulou Village School from beginning to end, and then said: "It's all here, I still want to do something for this group of children." Sister, why don't you work hard and find a few friends to process a batch of school uniforms. ”

"How many sets do you need?"

Jiang Yang thought for a while and said, "Let's make a thousand sets first, and the embroidery of the school uniform can be written in Fulou Middle School." In addition, I will find the stationery city to order some school supplies, paper and pencils, etc. You pay the money first, and I'll pay you back when I go back. ”

Jiang Qing smiled after hearing this: "I didn't spend any of the 30,000 yuan you gave me before, but now it just comes in handy, so I don't need to give it." ”

Jiang Yang shook his head and said: "That's not good, the money to fund the school comes from the cold drink factory, so it's decided." ”

"Okay, I'll do it right away. I know a garment factory that has semi-finished school uniforms, and if they are all right, they can be prepared in two or three days. ”

"Thank you, sister."

"Stinky boy, don't be verbose, pay attention to safety when you are outside."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yang found that there was a child on the other side of the asphalt road who kept looking this way.

The little boy looked like he was seven or eight years old, with delicate facial features and a pair of big eyes flickering.

"Uncle Jiang?"

Jiang Yang heard the boy speak, and pointed to his nose suspiciously: "Are you calling me?" ”

The little boy trotted up all the way and said, "You don't remember me, I'm Song Yinghui." ”

Looking at the immature face in front of him, Jiang Yang suddenly had an impression.

Next to the Limin Bridge in Shishan County, he is one of the children snatched back from human traffickers.

At that time, the situation was very bad, all the children were crying, only he and Bai Hua were calm.

Jiang Yang smiled: "It's you, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Xiaohui, who are you talking to?"

An old lady chased after her from behind, grabbed Song Yinghui, and looked at Jiang Yang vigilantly.

The old lady is Song Yinghui's grandmother, and with the lesson of the last time, she is afraid that her grandson will be abducted again. The eldest son went to Huazhou City to do business, and left his grandson to watch the two of them.

If something really happens, her old bones don't plan to live.

"Grandma, it's Uncle Jiang, he saved me last time, he's a hero."

Song Yinghui turned around and said.

The old lady's tears fell instantly after hearing this, and she was about to kowtow when she ran in front of Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Old man, this can't be helped." ”

The old lady burst into tears and snot, took Jiang Yang's hand and said, "Benefactor, you are really the great benefactor of our family!" Let's go for a walk, go to the house, I'll let the old man kill the pig and give you wine!" ”

Jiang Yang waved his hand and said, "No need old man, I'm here to do business, so I won't drink the wine." ”

The old lady wiped a handful of tears and said, "How can that work!" I finally saw my benefactor, how could I not repay you well. What are you going to do, come to your home and say! Xiaohui's grandfather is the village head, let him give you Zhang Luo. ”

Jiang Yang was slightly stunned after hearing this.

It can't be that coincidental, right?

Seeing that Jiang Yang didn't react, the old lady dragged Jiang Yang and walked to the village: "Of the children you saved last time, three of them were from Fulou Village, and everyone wants to see you." You're here today, and I definitely can't let you go. ”

The old lady's hands were rough, like dry branches.

Jiang Yang didn't struggle anymore, and simply dragged herself home by her.

……

Fulou Village Committee.

Bluestone tiles, black wooden stakes, thick mud paste, and two rows of willow trees at the door, writhing wantonly when the wind blows.

The layout of the cottage of more than ten square meters is very simple.

A set of dilapidated tables, chairs and benches with several white porcelain teapots embroidered with peony flowers on them.

The calendar hanging on the wall was half torn, and the wind outside the window blew in, hula-la-la.

There were several people sitting at the table, discussing the important affairs of the village.

Song Jingen, dressed in an old-fashioned navy blue Zhongshan suit, took out a fountain pen from the cloth bag on his chest, took out reading glasses from his arms and put them on, and then wrote something in the notebook in front of him.

"You are the one who does not let the fruit farmers supply, and now you are the one who has to sign a contract with others. Millions of pounds of apples and pears in the entire village are now hoarded in the cellar. The big guys are waiting to sell two cents in the spring next year, how can I open this mouth......"

Song Jingen brandished the pen, his face a little dissatisfied.

Li Yuanba frowned and said: "Old Song, why are you so verbose, the matter of someone harvesting fruits for two cents in the spring of next year is still spread from outside." They haven't been in touch with us since the last time they came. You said that if they didn't come, these people in our village would be able to spare you? ”