Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 392
"Hey, have you heard? Han Zhaoshe has made a fortune as a cashier."

"Don't talk nonsense, he made his fortune by selling money."

"Where did he get all his money?"

"I know this, let me tell you. Didn't he open a photo studio? There is silver in the potion used to develop photos in the photo studio. I heard that Han Zhaoshe extracted the silver from it."

"What? This thing is extracted from the potion? Then can we fix it too?"

"What do you do? Do you have a photo studio? Can you refine?"

At the gaming table of Song Laoliu's house in Kezhai, a few gamblers were touching cards while discussing the new leaders who have risen this year from the brigade next door.

For these ignorant gamblers, the threshold for Han Zhaoshe to make a fortune is still a bit high.

"Are you talking about Hantun's feng shui? How have you been able to make so much money in the past two years?"

"What's the feng shui? Don't they all rely on He Ping? Without He Ping, Han Tun is nothing, that is, relying on the things that fall out of people's fingers to get enough food."

"I don't know how much money their brigade can share this year? It must be more than last year. Thinking about it makes me greedy!"

"What's the use of being greedy, why don't you take some practical actions?"

"what do you mean?"

Several people gathered together, whispering.

December passed in a heavy snow. According to the Gregorian calendar, it should be 1983 now.

This year, Hantun’s dividends are much earlier than in previous years. The main reason is that it is not like before, and accounting is more troublesome. The accountant Zhang Xinjun led several apprentices to work hard for more than half a month before finishing the accounts, and the taxes that should be paid are also paid. Yes, no less.

This day is definitely the most solemn day in Hantun every year, even the Chinese New Year can't compare, the members of the commune rushed to tell each other two days in advance.

Hantun's dividend distribution this time is the largest in Hantun's history, and the commune credit union has been busy for two days. When the employees checked the amount in the passbooks of Hantun members, their faces were full of disbelief.

Director Ling of the credit union said to a lesbian in a teasing tone: "How is it, Xiao Zhang? Do you regret it?"

Xiao Zhang blushed and said nothing, saying in his heart that he would not regret it would be a lie. Who would have thought that the income of the people in Hantun could rise so fast in just two years, and the dividends in one year would be enough for many people to work for a lifetime.

When people from Hantun came to the credit union to withdraw money the year before last, Director Ling jokingly matched Xiao Zhang for a marriage, but Xiao Zhang's parents complained afterwards that no matter how poor his family's conditions were, he couldn't find a country son-in-law.

At that time, Director Ling was making a fuss. Unexpectedly, in just two years, Han Tun turned himself into a serf and sang.If the year before last, Hantun's dividend for a year only surprised the people of the credit union, then this year's dividend of Hantun shocked everyone in the credit union to the point of speechlessness.

At this moment, the difference between urban and rural areas is just a cloud, and no one in the credit union can remain indifferent to the string of numbers on the passbook.

At the Hantun team headquarters at night, hundreds of watts of light bulbs illuminate the yard. The cold weather did not stop the enthusiasm of the Hantun people at all. Not to mention the house, even the yard was crowded. Today, the Hantun people It can be said to be out in force.

He Ping pushed the third child down from the old locust tree at the gate of the team, "You brat, you're not afraid of falling."

As He Ping approached the courtyard, the crowded crowd automatically opened up a path.

"He Ping is here!"

"Come on, He Ping!"

The faces are full of smiling faces, and behind those smiling faces are countless expectations and hopes.

He Ping entered the room and saw the old captain sitting at the side, "Why did you come here?"

"You don't have to eat!" He Ping said casually.

"Hurry up, and go to bed early after the money is distributed."

The old captain didn't talk nonsense and pushed He Ping out.

He Ping stood in front of the stage, looking at the hundreds of pairs of eyes inside and outside the house, and felt that he had nothing to say, mainly because he was a little tired of going through this form every year.

"Well, let's just say a few words. This year, our brigade has created an output value of over 100 million yuan and a profit and tax of more than [-] million yuan. Compared with the previous two years, it can be said to be a new high. I hope everyone will continue to work hard next year. I won't talk nonsense about anything else. Let the accountant announce the dividends, and each family will come up to collect the money, and when they go back, they will keep their passbooks, so as not to be caught by thieves."

The old captain glanced at He Ping. In the past, this kid would talk a lot at this time, but he didn't expect to change his style this year. Could it be that he has matured?

After He Ping finished speaking, Zhang Xinjun walked up to the stage.

If you want to say who is the most frustrated in Hantun this year, it is undoubtedly the accountant uncle.Every year at this time in the past two years, it was the highlight moment of Uncle Accountant, standing in front of the stage and announcing the harvest and dividends of each household in the team for this year, who would not take a high look at him.

But this year, the calf is over, and the job has been robbed.It can't be said that it was robbed. Now the brigade and the company's accounts are very separated in the team. The brigade's accounts are still managed by the accountant uncle, and the company's accounts are managed by the new accountant Zhang Xinjun.

Uncle Accountant is relaxed, but the loss in his heart is inevitable.

Zhang Xinjun walked to the front of the stage and did not speak, because just after He Ping finished speaking, there was an ear-splitting buzz from inside and outside the room.

Everyone knows that Hantun's income has reached a new high this year, but they never expected to reach the level of 1000 million in output value.

1000 million, what is this concept?

Let's put it this way, all the state-owned enterprises with an output value of more than [-] million are the top-ranked state-owned enterprises in the province.

But such a small production team like Hantun can accomplish such a feat?

The people in the team were so shocked that they didn't realize that their voices had exceeded the standard of whispering. Zhang Xinjun coughed a few times, but the team members were still discussing non-stop.

Seeing this, He Ping shouted: "Everyone stop, wait for the accountant to finish talking and go home and talk about it yourself, don't waste everyone's time."

The noisy voice subsided, and Zhang Xinjun began to read: "Next, I will read the name of the head of the household, and the head of the household will put a hand stamp on the name to sign, draw a deposit, and withdraw money.

He Ping, 120, 690, seven yuan and fifty cents. "

boom! ! !
The originally peaceful atmosphere was instantly broken, and the entire brigade's yard was filled with eruption.

"How much did the accountant call just now?"

"Did I hear wrong? 100 million?"

"Dream, must be dreaming."

The huge noise made it impossible for Zhang Xinjun to continue reading. He Ping went to the stage to sign, draw and stamp his hand, and it was done in one go.

He turned around and faced the crowd with a bluffing face.

"What are you arguing about? Seeing how promising you are, do you still want to pay dividends?"

There was a chatterbox at the bottom who said, "He Ping, you are really fake, and you can still get more than 100 million points, so how much should we get?"

He Ping scolded: "It's just that you talk a lot of nonsense, don't you know when you finish the distribution? Keep quiet, and if anyone keeps talking, come back to pick up the passbook tomorrow."

He Ping's momentum lowered everyone's voices, and he signaled Zhang Xinjun to continue.

(End of this chapter)