"Smoked pheasants, smoked hares, etc., a total of three hundred and twenty catties!"

"Four cents a pound, a total of one hundred and twenty-eight!"

"Two hundred catties of walnuts and chestnuts, two cents a catty, forty!"

"Two hundred and fifty pounds of raw hazelnuts, three cents a pound, seventy-five!"

“……”

Looking at the long list of receipts, Yang Zhen confirmed while signing, and when he saw the receipts for fried hazelnuts, Yang Zhen was slightly taken aback Cheng Bin said: "Five cents a catty, this is much more expensive than meat---- Uncle Cheng, are you mistaken?" ”

"Of course, your fried hazelnuts are more expensive than raw hazelnuts!"

"What's more, you've helped us fix so much equipment!"

Cheng Bin hurriedly blinked, with a look on his face, you stinky boy, it is difficult for you to have an expression of disdain.

Yang Zhen was helpless, and he could only sign to get the money.

"Why is it so long?"

Seeing Yang Zhen come out, Huang Guizhen, Hou Tianming, and Hou Yushan hurriedly stepped forward, and before they got close, they hurriedly covered their noses, and even called what kind of smell is this, why is it so stinky.

"Manure pump, can it not stink?"

Yang Zhen smiled, said a word to help repair some equipment, and after the delay, he began to give money to a few people.

Because I don't know how much money a few people received.

So how much did a few people earn after excluding costs, Yang Zhen didn't know.

But judging from the smiling expressions of several people, it should be a lot of money.

But it is obvious that Yang Zhen himself has earned the most.

Just the difference in price earned by acting as a middleman for a few people is more than twenty-three yuan.

Plus his own hazelnuts were sold for a whopping five cents a pound.

One hundred and fifty catties of hazelnuts plus twenty-three, Yang Zhen'er's income today is more than 90 yuan.

"Plus the remaining forty pieces from the previous few times!"

"Now it's more than one hundred and thirty dollars!"

"If you work hard, it shouldn't be a problem to send two hundred yuan to your family for the New Year!"

Thinking that with all this money, his mother Ren Yuhua, younger brother Yang Xing and younger sister Yang Lanlan will definitely be able to have a good year, and Yang Zhen's mood is called a beautiful one.

After dividing the money, Hou Yushan came to Yang Zhen and gave Yang Zhen a piece of money from Leng Fortress, saying that he was grateful to Yang Zhen for not disliking taking him to make a fortune.

"If you can, you can help!"

"We can't make enough money just a few of us!"

"Except for a few of us, don't spread the word about it!"

"As for thanks, you don't have to!"

Yang Zhen refused, but on the way back, he didn't forget to joke with Huang Guizhen, saying that he didn't see that Hou Yushan didn't look at people, but he was quite good at being a person.

And it looks like it's quite hard-working.

Let Huang Guizhen not think about it, and simply get along with Hou Yushan.

"Don't make such jokes!"

Huang Guizhen glared when she heard this, saying that Hou Tianming and Hou Yushan are two, not only Hou Tianming is a second-rate son, but Hou Yushan is not a good thing.

Thinking of the current second-rate people is not just referring to the ruffians.

People who don't work well to earn work and just think about crooked ways to make money can also be classified as second-rate people.

Yang Zhen hurriedly rounded the field and asked Huang Guizhen not to listen to people's nonsense.

"We're earning money from our labor!"

"But that Hou Yushan is different!"

Speaking of this, Huang Guizhen subconsciously lowered her voice, saying that the reason why she said that Hou Yushan is not a good thing is because Hou Yushan has been arrested because of his life style and has been sentenced!

Yang Zhen didn't feel strange at all that an old bachelor had a life style problem.

However, in recent years, there are women who are willing to have life style problems with old singles, and Yang Zhen is quite surprised.

After all, these years have not only been strict about such things.

The most important thing is that society has very little tolerance for related things.

Don't say that I was really arrested because of my style, I'm afraid it's a bit of a rumor.

I'm afraid that the backbone will have to be poked to death.

"I don't know, that's because no one told you educated youth!"

"There are not one or two shameless women like this in our commune!"

Huang Guizhen snorted when she heard this.

However, it may be because she thinks that it is inappropriate for a widow to talk about this kind of thing with a group like Yang Zhen, Huang Guizhen, who said this, snorted a few times, and quickly changed the topic, covering her nose and complaining that Yang Zhen helped people repair the machine, and actually carried the manure extractor back to repair it......

With such a thing, not to mention the stinky all the way, people are still tired and half dead!

Facing Huang Guizhen's expression that you are really guilty of yourself, Yang Zhen did not respond, but just looked at the fecal pumping machine, like some great baby.

The reason why this is so is naturally because of the golden nest.

Although the golden nest has not been dug to the end, the water in it is too deep to be scoured.

His original idea was to see if there was a chance to find a pump to pump the water out of the pit and re-dig it.

But I didn't expect the pump to be found, but I actually found such a treasure as the manure pump.

The difference between a manure pump and a water pump seems to be only one word.

But in practice, the role is very different.

After all, the concentration of the septic tank is much thicker than ordinary water, and there are paper towels and other debris in it.

If you use a normal pump, it is impossible to pump it out.

Since the manure pump can even pump the septic tank......

Yang Zhen is sure that it is used to pump sand, and there should be no problem.

That's why he knew that the manure pump, like several other equipment, was just a minor problem.

But the reason why Leng wanted to carry the forty or fifty pounds of manure pump back to repair.

There are diesel engines at the logging site, which can generate electricity.

And then with this manure pump.

Not to mention the only remaining golden nest, it is a mountain of gold, and Yang Zhen feels that he can drain it all.

Originally, I thought that if Huang Youming was no longer Wang Gui, let Wang Gui help him measure whether he had grown taller again.

But when he didn't think of the warehouse, Yang Zhen found that not only Huang Youming was not there, but even Wang Guidu was not there, but Huang Youming's youngest son Huang Zhijun was playing in the warehouse.

Huang Zhijun was eleven or twelve years old.

Although he is not very old, he relies on the identity of Huang Youming's branch secretary.

Not to mention children of the same age, even in front of ordinary adults, they are often invincible, and they dare to talk to anyone.

It is estimated that it is because Huang Youming often talks about Yang Zhen at home.

As soon as he saw Yang Zhen, Huang Zhijun rushed to Yang Zhen's face, a series of fools, and a series of fools......

"Who?" Yang Zhen asked.

"Tell me about you!"

Huang Zhijun said with a stiff neck: "What's the matter, do you dare to beat me?" ”

Yang Zhen was speechless: "You Laozi and I don't have any good ways to deal with him for the time being, but you ...... If you dare to scold me again, don't blame me for beating you! ”

"You dare!"

Huang Zhijun not only did not restrain himself, but shouted at the top of his throat.

"You forced me!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Yang Zhenxie smiled, and kicked a few bags of grain in the warehouse all over the ground with a few kicks, and at the same time did not forget to splash the scoop of water.

Huang Zhijun looked confused.

I don't know what Yang Zhen is doing.

"You'll find out later!"

Yang Zhen hehe.

It wasn't until he saw someone coming over that Yang Zhen rushed up and grabbed Huang Zhijun, tore off his pants and lifted the broom to smack, and shouted at the top of his throat while pumping back: "Come on, people, the son of the branch scrivener not only deliberately damaged the grain, but also urinated on the grain......