The common people in this era, especially the people in the rural areas, have such a weak sense of personal bank credit, which Han Chunlei did not expect.

You must know that in the era when Han Chunlei lived, not to mention that he owed money to the bank and didn't pay it back, even Ant Huabei didn't dare to ask someone to inherit it.

Especially Han Zhankui, who is the secretary of the brigade, actually set an example and did not repay the loan, which... It's too.

"How much do you want to borrow? Han Zhankui asked.

Han Chunlei gestured two fingers, "Branch secretary, I need to borrow this number." ”

Han Zhankui suddenly looked relaxed, took a puff of cigarette, and grinned: "Hey! I thought it would take many miles, so I will ask you Han Chunlei to take care of the overall situation, and I am willing to let the three of them do the business of exchanging jelly beans for rags, and Uncle Zhankui will be the master, go back and let the three of them get together, and make up twenty yuan to lend you the baby!"

"It's not twenty, it's two hundred, uncle!" Han Chunlei was embarrassed.

"Ahem, ahem, two... Two hundred?"

Han Zhankui was choked by a puff of cigarette, his face was flushed, and he shook his head again and again, "No, no, even if you raid the three of them, you won't be able to make so much money." ”

"This ......"

Han Chunlei lowered his eyes and pondered carefully.

"Chunlei, let's go. ”

Suddenly, Mao Yuzhen picked up the old man from Han Chuntao's hand, and said angrily, "My mother has already said, don't be kind to them, it's useless, starting tomorrow, our family will continue to fry jelly beans, continue to change rags from village to village, they do the first year of junior high school, our Han family can do fifteen!

"Wait a minute!"

Bang, the small door of the hall opened, and it was Yu Accountant who came out.

Accountant Yu came to Han Zhankui in small steps, and muttered in a low voice: "The branch secretary, the branch secretary, and the credit union can't borrow money, but our Chaijiawu village department has money." ”

"What about your fart?" Han Zhankui's face changed, and he scolded loudly, "I think you are hungry and crazy talking nonsense, right? You are the village accountant, do you know that last year's grain requisition from the state was all an IOU to the commune?"

Han Chunlei knew what Han Zhankui said about the country's grain requisition. In the countryside during the period of the People's Commune, the land belonged to the production brigade and the grain belonged to the collective. Therefore, the Chaijiawu Brigade, like other villages, implements collective organization of production and collective organization of distribution. How should the harvest be distributed in a year? Basically, it is a distribution system of six people and four workers. That is to say, the village is divided into 60% according to the population first, and the remaining 40% is distributed according to the work share.

However, before distribution, it is necessary to deduct the requisition and purchase of grain handed over to the state, and leave a certain amount of grain reserves, before it can be distributed according to the ratio of six people to four workers. Therefore, there are some lazy people in the village, even if they don't work or earn a share of the work, they can still get food.

Last year, there was a flood of rain in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and flash floods were frequent, and several villages under the jurisdiction of Changhe Commune, including Chaijiawu, were flooded, so the harvest was not good. In order to let the villagers get rations and not starve to death, Han Zhankui cheekily ran to Changhe Commune to cry and make trouble, and insisted on making an IOU with the new commune secretary and delaying the state grain collection until this year.

So Accountant Yu ran out and said that there was money in the village, so he launched a rush.

What was the situation in the village last year, in fact, there is no need to say it, Mao Yuzhen also knows it, and Han Chunlei also understands it. So as soon as Accountant Yu said that there was money in the village, Mao Yuzhen also spat at his feet with disdain, and scolded, "Accountant Yu, do you still have the face?

"Hehe, don't worry, don't worry, the sister-in-law of the Han family will calm down her anger first. ”

Accountant Yu didn't dare to face Mao Yuzhen, so he had to laugh a few times, and then looked at Han Zhankui and said, "There is indeed no money in the village's account, and the state's grain requisition last year is still owed, but doesn't our village collective have a quarry?"

Han Zhankui looked at him like an idiot, "After the flood last year, didn't Secretary Xu of the commune stop the quarry in our village? Speaking of this Lao Tzu, he is angry, although there were times when the harvest was not good in previous years, but the quarry in our village supplies sand and gravel to the county every year, and there is still a large amount of subsidy. It's good now, the quarry is stopped, and the harvest is not good......"

"Branch secretary, it's far away, it's far away," Accountant Yu quickly interrupted, "It's right to stop, but didn't we hoard so much sand and gravel before stopping? I'm thinking, if I can find a buyer for all that sand and gravel and sell it, how can it be worth a few hundred? ”

Accountant Yu squinted his eyes and looked at Chunlei with a smile, with a look of "you understand".

How could Chunlei not understand?

This guy wants him to secretly find a buyer and dispose of this batch of Chaijiawu's collective property.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Han Zhankui took a puff of old cigarette and smoked violently, coughed, glared at Accountant Yu and said, "You want to bypass the commune and deal with the collective property of the village privately, this is not good!"

Accountant Yu hurriedly explained: "It's not a private treatment, it's handled collectively by our Chaijiawu brigade, your branch secretary is here, my accountant is here, it's considered a village collective, right? Besides, the money that is sold will also belong to our village, and it will not belong to the individual, so it is not considered to be handled privately. ”

"That's what you say, but that's a good idea. ”

Han Zhankui nodded slightly, and frowned again, "But this sand and gravel is not supplied to the county, and if you go to find someone else to take over, is it considered speculation?"

Accountant Yu paused for a moment, rubbed his teeth, and said, "If the commune didn't find out, it wouldn't be considered speculation, right?"

Han Zhankui rolled his eyes, "What, why are you stupid?"

Han Chunlei glanced at the accountant in surprise, and then said, "Uncle Zhan Kui, if you want to talk about speculation, we can do something now, can we run?"

Strictly speaking, the fried jelly beans have been exchanged for tatters, and they are sold to non-state-owned scrap factories, which have been seriously rubbed off. If you really want to compare the real thing, whether it is Han Chunlei, Boss Cao, who opened the scrap purchase without permission, or Yu Accountant and Lao Wu, none of them can be clean.

Listening to the meaning of Han Chunlei's words, it seems that he wants to take this job.

Immediately, Han Zhankui asked: "Chunleiwa, have you thought about it, this transaction is not a deal of three or five yuan, this is a deal of hundreds of yuan, something really happened, can you bear it?"

At this time, Han Chuntao secretly pulled Han Chunlei's coat from behind, and whispered in a little frightened: "Big brother, don't make a mistake, this is not a trivial matter." ”

Han Chunlei turned his head to give his sister a smile, then turned his head and asked, "Uncle Zhan Kui, if I really find a buyer, how much will the village share with me in this transaction?"

Han Zhankui looked at Accountant Yu, after all, Accountant Yu was better at it than him.

Accountant Yu understood the meaning and replied: "I have roughly estimated this sand and gravel according to my previous dealings with the county, and it can be worth at least four hundred yuan." In this way, Chunleiwa, you have to find a buyer and divide you with 10%, how about it?"

"Do you want to be ashamed?

Suddenly, Mao Yuzhen exploded on the spot, and opened her mouth to spew, "If you risk killing your head with our spring thunder, it's worth forty yuan?"

Spat Xingzi sprayed Yu Accountant in the face.

When Accountant Yu heard that half of the horses were right, his chin was about to fall to the ground, this girl is also so greedy, right? Open your mouth for two hundred yuan.

However, it is about the property of the collective, and Han Zhankui is behind him, and he never hesitates in bargaining, stretching out two fingers, "At most, half of it, no more!"

"Forty percent!" Mao Yuzhen said.

"No, resolutely not!" Yu shook his head.

Mao Yuzhen didn't give an inch, "At least forty percent, if you don't like to find whom! I will go to the commune to sue you, saying that you are going to resell the collective property!"

Accounting: "......"

Such a shameless woman, and her combat effectiveness is so explosive, he can only look at Han Zhankui, it is better for the branch secretary to make his own decisions about this matter.

Han Zhankui ignored Mao Yuzhen, but looked at Han Chunlei and stretched out two fingers, "I'm in charge, the village will divide you into 20%, 80 yuan is already a lot! Don't you want to borrow 200 yuan to do business? I will be the master of the 120 yuan you are missing, and the village can lend you this sand and gravel money! How about it?"

Han Chunlei thought about it for a while, and finally said: "Then I will borrow an extra hundred yuan, and the village will lend me two hundred and twenty yuan, and I will return it to the village in a year!"

"Agreed!" Han Zhankui nodded heavily.

When Accountant Yu heard that he was going to borrow so much, he immediately became anxious, "Branch secretary, if he loses it, he will ......."

"The matter in Chaijiawu Village, I, the branch secretary, have the final say!"

Han Zhankui interrupted Accountant Yu and asked rhetorically: "Then you will find a way to deal with this batch of sand and gravel?"

Yu accountant seconds.

Han Chunlei stretched out his hand to Han Zhankui, "Deal!"

Han Zhankui was subconsciously stunned for a moment, a little unaccustomed, and then stretched out his hand to shake it and said, "That's it." But we have to say that once this thing is ......."

"Uncle Zhan Kui, don't worry!"

Han Chunlei understood in seconds, and smiled calmly, "Wealth is in danger." It's just a matter of this thing, if it really doesn't work out or stabs the basket, it has nothing to do with the village, it's my own idea and my own business!"

"That, that, this ......" Han Chunlei was so frank, but it made Han Zhankui embarrassed.

"Uncle Zhan Kui, let's go first, I'll go out tomorrow and wait for my news!"

After speaking, Han Chunlei greeted his sister and his mother, carrying pots and pans and covering rolls, and left Han Zhankui's house.

Han Zhankui got up to see him off until the gate of the courtyard.

Accountant Yu and Han Zhankui have been mixed for the longest time, and the leader of Changhe Commune can make Han Zhankui, the master who is a man of all words in Chaijiawu, treat him so politely. As for the one in Chaijiawu Village, he really hadn't seen it. In this posterity, Han Zhankui was so polite, which really surprised him.

"Zhishu, you are too much to see him. Accountant Yu said.

Han Zhanshui and Lao Wu at the entrance of the village watched Han Chunlei's family leave at this time, and also walked out of the small room, celebrating that no one would compete with them for the sale of fried jelly beans for rags from now on.

Seeing this, Han Zhankui snorted, looked at the three of them with contempt, and said unhappily: "Just you, if you are just this bit of talent, this bit of ability, this baby will not be worthy of shoes in the future!"

After hearing this, the three of them put away their snickering joy, and their faces were a little embarrassed.

"Whether this baby can make this deal or not, I admire his courage!"

Han Zhankui suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, and muttered to himself, "Why are we people so poor and living so aggrieved? This guts, I'm already hungry and hungry, I'm hungry!"

Han Zhanshui didn't have any culture, he didn't understand, so he asked what he meant.

Han Zhankui pouted him directly: "Hurry up and go back to sleep!"

......

......

Han Chunlei's family went out of Han Zhankui's house, touched the darkness by the moonlight, and the family was silent on the road, and returned to their home with a somewhat solemn atmosphere.

When he got home, Han Chunfeng woke up hungry, and Mao Yuzhen asked Han Chuntao to take him to the stove to get some food to eat, and eat the rest of dinner.

"Mom, I'm going to sleep!" Han Chunlei was also a little tired, and got up to go back to the house to sleep.

"Spring Thunder!"

Mao Yuzhen suddenly stopped him and said: "You can do it boldly and boldly, my mother fully supports you, this transaction must be completed, and the money must be earned!

"Mom......" Han Chunlei's heart trembled suddenly.

"Mom, what mom, this family has beaten your father since he left, and it is the old lady who has the final say!"

Mao Yuzhen waved his hand and motioned for him to go into the house to sleep, as domineering as ever.

Han Chunlei didn't know what to say for a while, he returned to the house and lay on the bed, looking at the mottled and yellowed ceiling, his heart turned over and over, and the thoughts in his mind slowly had some outlines for this sand and gravel deal.

He secretly thought that it seemed that he would have to go to the commune first tomorrow and find someone in Hongqi Village.