Chapter 12 Thorny Shoots Scattered Over the Mountains
In the evening, a Daben, an accompanying domestic off-road SUV, and an island Mitsubishi off-road vehicle, as soon as they entered the village, good guys, it was simply gongs, drums and firecrackers.
When Chen Yang was on the road, he talked to Liu Fu on the phone, saying that he had invited a large company to discuss business.
Liu Fu also paid attention to it, after all, there has never been a big company in the village.
Although he was always wondering, how could he invite a large company in the provincial capital with the thorny shoots that pigs didn't eat?
In fact, Chen Yang and the others should have arrived at noon, but the road from the provincial capital to the village was really difficult, especially in the second half of coming out of the town.
The two off-road vehicles are okay, Zhao Peng's luxury Daben that originally wanted to install a fork in the village, was knocked out by a stone on the road, and the driver took a lot of trouble to change the tire.
"Oh, which one is Mr. Zhao, which one is?"
As soon as a few people got out of the car at the village headquarters, they listened to Liu Fuxi, who had a loud voice, and stepped forward to greet him with a smile, followed by Che Laogui and several other village representatives.
"Old Secretary Liu, hello, Secretary Chen has introduced the situation in the village to me on the way, I'm very happy to meet you." Zhao Peng greeted Liu Fu while shaking hands.
"What, go to the cafeteria, it's all ready, just waiting for your distinguished guests to come. Business or something tomorrow, don't be polite when you get to the village, you should eat and drink, if you don't eat well, then we can't entertain well. ”
Liu Fu immediately shouted into the house: "What, little Cui'er, a few children, it, start eating!" ”
After three rounds of wine and five flavors, everyone at the table was a little dizzy.
In fact, there are no particularly expensive dishes in the village, but it is a reality.
Liu Fu and Che Laogui did their best to introduce the village, saying that the village was poor, saying that the village was beautiful and the mountains and rivers were beautiful, and they were waiting for a large company to develop it.
But when Liang Junhui drunkenly mentioned the purchase price, Liu Fuhe, Che Laogui and several other village representatives suddenly sobered up.
Liu Fu looked incredulous, and exclaimed at the top of his voice: "What? Most...... Forty-ninety-one pounds at the minimum? Mr. Zhao, you're not kidding, are you? ”
Zhao Peng drank so much that his face was red, and his tongue was straight, it seemed that there were really no villagers in the city who could drink.
"Old secretary, don't be too little, I have negotiated this with Secretary Xiao Chen, if there are many goods in the village, it will be more than forty-nine!"
Liu Fu waved his hands quickly: "Enough...... Enough, no less, no less! Don't lose it! I don't understand, just this prickly sprout that pigs don't eat, those little devils just treat it like this? Aren't they afraid of poisoning? ”
Zhao Peng smiled slightly, he knew that the so-called thorn sprouts were poisonous, but he was a person who did trade between Japan and South Korea, what could he say, what could he say that the experts of the island countries were all nonsense and fooled people?
He had no choice but to joke vaguely: "What's the matter, a bunch of little devils, even if they are all poisoned, what will we do!" They are willing to buy at a high price, why don't we sell, do you say? I just hope that they won't be poisoned too soon, and the village can make a few more years of money, right? ”
Then the whole group laughed.
After drinking a meal, Mr. Zhao's Daben left overnight, after all, there are no hospitality conditions in the village, and it is roughly finalized, just wait to see how many goods can be collected in the village.
However, the accompanying work vehicle and a few staff members remained.
At five o'clock the next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Chen Yang and Liang Junhui were drunk and asleep, when they heard Liu Fu's voice coming from the loudspeaker at the head of the village.
"Puff, puff, toot......"
Liu Fu's habit is to blow the microphone before speaking.
"That, that, the whole village listens! The whole village is listening! If you haven't woken up, get up and listen! If you want to go to the ground, stop first, listen up! At half past seven, each family has a head and goes to the village for a meeting! Something important! Again, important thing! Take you to make a fortune! ”
Liu Fu's style of meeting is also the same as his temper, simple and clear, if there is something to say, he will talk about it directly, and pull it down after speaking.
So all the villagers knew in disbelief that a large company from the provincial capital had come to the village to harvest the sprouts.
The most terrible thing is the price, the village economic cooperative buys it from the villagers at a price of 251 catties, as for how the cooperative talks with the provincial company, it has nothing to do with the villagers.
But it's twenty-five pounds, and the villagers are crazy enough, who would have thought that the thorny shoots all over the mountains in Beishan could be sold for twenty-five pounds!
I heard that this is the big boss that Secretary Xiao Chen personally went to the provincial capital to find, it seems that this Secretary Xiao Chen does have the ability.
Linjiang Village, which has been poor for several lifetimes, has a strong desire to make money.
As soon as the 20-minute meeting was over, the 400 or so delegates dispersed in an instant.
So, for the next few days, almost all the people who could move in every family, except for the minimum laborers who went to work in the fields, went up the mountain.
There are about 400 households and more than 1,200 people in Linjiang Village, excluding those who work and go to school, there are 6 or 700 people in Beishan alone.
There is no way, seeing that June is about to pass, once June is out, the thorn buds will elder, and they will not be able to eat.
As a result, on the first day, the whole village was busy until more than seven o'clock in the evening, and it is said that there were still those who refused to go down the mountain, and many people picked on the mountain with flashlights.
There was really no way, for the sake of safety, Liu Fu had another meeting in a loud voice at night while asking each family to draw a place to dry thorny shoots and simply weigh them in the barn field.
"Well, starting tomorrow, the night can only be half past six at the latest, and you must go down the mountain at half past six! It is important to get rich, but in case of a safety accident, the village can't afford it, so don't make trouble for the village! Did you hear it? ”
On the first day, a simple weighing, the result is gratifying, a whole day, a total of 30,000 or 40,000 catties, even after a night of drying, remove some dew, there are not young and old.
This amount really stunned one of the acquisition executives left by Zhao Peng.
They thought that the village would probably collect tens of thousands of catties, but who would have thought that there would be thirty or forty thousand catties on the first day, it seems that Chen Yang and Liu Fu's "mountains and fields" are not nonsense.
How could they, the businessmen of the provincial city who had no worries about food and clothing, know the amazing energy that the poor villagers could burst out after discovering the way to prosperity.
In Liu Fu's words, Linjiang Village has been poor for several lifetimes, and he is afraid of poverty.
So the supervisor communicated with Zhao Peng overnight, and the next day, Zhao Peng directly sent a 30-ton freight truck and a group of stevedores into the village to stand by.
As long as it is 30 tons, pull a cart and go.
Zhao Peng has to be pretreated in the provincial capital, otherwise the more water loss of the thorn shoots, the loss of his profits, at this time, whether for the villagers or for Zhao Peng, the big boss, time is money.
In the end, after ten days of hard work, the village harvested a total of more than 140 tons of thorn shoots, and the whole Beishan could no longer find a single tip of the shoot, so it stopped.
It was the last day of June.