Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 277 Han Tun picks up the Taoist priest?

When returning home at night, Mao Chunhua worriedly explained to his father what He Ping was going to do, and Mao Xueshan pondered for a long time.

"This kid's brain, it's a waste of talent not to do business."

Wen Guizhen was a little curious, "Why?"

Mao Xueshan said: "In the past ten years, the people's demand for material civilization and spiritual civilization has reached a morbid desire. At this time, no one will be picky about anything that can be swallowed. If a person who is about to starve to death has a piece of rotten steamed bun, will he choose to throw it away or eat it?"

"Definitely eat it!"

"So, this kid is on the right track. Materially, he runs chicken farms and pig farms to satisfy the people's growing appetite; spiritually, he engages in publications to satisfy the people's barren spiritual life. It's two-handed. Catch it!"

Mao Chunhua was a little puzzled after hearing his father's analysis, which was different from what He Ping told her in the afternoon!

"Doing this thing now is like picking up money. The risk is still small. Where can I find such a good thing."

The invisible brain supplement is the most deadly.

After the [-]th, autumn is getting heavier and heavier, and the leaves are gradually turning yellow.

When Cheng Jingshan got off the train, it was daylight, and he tightened his unlined clothes.I made a mistake, I came out in a hurry, and I didn’t even bring a piece of thick clothes. The weather in the Northeast is really cold!

After leaving the train station, he looked at the unfamiliar small county in front of him, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Hongqi Commune, Hantun, and Cheng Jingshan were chanting these two names, and wanted to find someone to inquire about them. It happened that there was a peddler who bought tea eggs in front of him.

Han Zhaokun was waiting for the eggs in the pan and saw a person who had just got off the car approaching him, with a smile on his face, "Comrade, how about some tea eggs?"

"Hello comrade, please ask, do you know how to get to Hongqi Commune?"

Han Zhaokun was a little disappointed because he didn't buy tea eggs. This is his newly developed product. After selling it for two or three days, the effect is not satisfactory.

But why do you always go to Hongqi Commune? Han Zhaokun felt that there was a ring on his head, and he subconsciously asked, "You don't mean to ask for Han Tun, do you?"

Cheng Jingshan was surprised, "How do you know?"

Really, Han Zhaokun said with a smile: "I am from Hantun. As soon as you asked Hongqi Commune, I wondered if it was possible to go to Hantun, but I didn't expect it to be."

When Cheng Jingshan heard that Han Zhaokun was from Hantun, he had an overjoyed expression on his face, "Oh, what a coincidence, what a coincidence."

"Are you planning to go to Hantun?"

"I'm from Nanshan, and I want to discuss cooperation with your chicken farm in Hantun."

Han Zhaokun was a little surprised, from Nanshan?Travel across China to discuss cooperation?What kind of cooperation is this!

He looked at the pot of tea eggs he had cooked in the middle of the night, hesitated for a moment, and then made a decision.

"Hey, it must be a big deal to come from such a long distance to discuss cooperation. Let's go, I'll take you to Hantun."

Cheng Jingshan didn't expect that he would ask for the way and find out a guide, and was about to happily agree, but when he saw Han Zhaokun's pot of eggs, "Your business..."

Han Zhaokun smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's okay, we'll sell it the same when we come back."

Han Zhaokun packed up his things, sent them back to his residence, and took Cheng Jingshan to Hantun.

"Brother, you are not very old, how long have you been working?"

"It only came out in the past two years."

"Are there many small businesses here like yours?"

"Not much. The atmosphere here is different from yours in the south. I've heard from people who have been to the south that businessmen are particularly active in the south, especially in the coastal areas."

"It is indeed more active than here."

Han Zhaokun was riding a bicycle with Cheng Jingshan on his back, and the two chatted as they walked.

"How did you come up with the idea to do business?"

"Hi!" Han Zhaokun sighed, "My dad is the captain of our team, and he usually controls me very strictly. If there is any good thing in the team, he has to stick to other people's families. Do not steal or rob, I am also a member of the team, so I have to let others do everything. Then I got angry and wanted to come out and do some small business."

After listening to Han Zhaokun's words, Cheng Jingshan raised respect for Han Zhaokun's father, whom he had never met before. He is a good cadre who is dedicated to the people.

But he didn't agree with Han Zhaokun's father's approach in his heart. Since he wants a bowl of water to be flat, how can he "specialize" his son?

"Your father is a good cadre, but he still doesn't think about your actions."

"You think so too? I don't even bother to talk to him." Han Zhaokun made a magnanimous gesture, "He doesn't have time to take care of me now, he is busy researching the development plan of the team with He Ping all day long. Prime Minister."

Cheng Jingshan just smiled at Han Zhaokun's complaints to his father, and he grasped the key information in Han Zhaokun's words, "Who is this He Ping you're talking about?"

"It's the head of the chicken farm you are going to discuss cooperation with. He calls me the second brother. He Ping is a capable man who can write books and do business. He has only been in our team for two years, and our team has changed. So, I admire him from the bottom of my heart."

Of course Cheng Jingshan knew about He Ping's situation. The "Peninsula Morning Post" he read was a reprint of the "Yingcheng Daily" report, which introduced He Ping's situation.

"It's probably not just you. Don't you Hantun people think highly of He Ping?"

"That's right, this year the chicken farm has paid more dividends to the team members than the team, so everyone's evaluation is not high. Let me sum it up. When my dad retires, Han Tun will still have him as the leader .”

"Then the benefits of your chicken farm are really good. I heard that your Hantun chicken farm is now the largest laying hen breeding base in the country, and the benefits must not be bad."

"Last year's benefits were good, but this year I don't know what's going on. This year, the expansion of the chicken farm cost tens of thousands of dollars, and the chickens imported from Harbin were also used. He Ping, this kid, urged my dad to start raising chickens again." The pig farm, and building a dormitory for talents, has spent a lot of money, and I really don’t know how much money I can give everyone at the end of the year.”

Han Zhaokun expressed his worries, which were also the worries of most members of Hantun, but because of He Ping's authority in the team, these people never raised any doubts openly.

Talent dormitory?

Cheng Jingshan felt that he had grasped another important point, "What is a dormitory for talents? I have never heard of this term. Can you tell me about it?"

"It's all done by He Ping, who said he wanted to provide a good living environment for the technical personnel who came to work in Hantun. He built a second-floor building at the brigade headquarters. Good guy, it almost occupies two acres of land. You didn't look inside. I've been to the guest houses and family buildings in the county, and they can't compare with him."

As Han Zhaokun spoke, he showed a distressed look, it was all money, and it was covered by the dividends from Hantun people.

(End of this chapter)