Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 446 Fu Has Distant Relatives in the Mountains

In fact, the operation of the old captain was completely inspired by He Ping's operation of "Northeast Love Story".

Planting sycamore trees attracts golden phoenixes.

After the stores and markets are completed, first use the free strategy to attract all businessmen.You see, we spent money to build you a house for you to use for free, so charging you some management fees is not too much, right?

It may be nothing for one or two small vendors, but if it is collected by dozens or hundreds, the fee will be considerable.

The most important thing is that in the past, the money spent in the village was invested, and there was no money back. This time, it is an investment in nature, which can earn income in a steady stream and open up new sources of income for the village.

He Ping felt that he had led the old captain badly, and his heart was full of self-blame and guilt.

With a look of shock on his face, he slowly gave a thumbs up, "High! It's really high!"

The old captain took a sip of the cigarette pipe proudly, "Look, in this way, the gang of vendors won't need to be exposed to the wind and rain, and our village will also have an income. And the environment at the entrance of the village will also be much better. Since the group of vendors came, the entrance to the village was built..."

After giving advice to the team, He Pingmao went to the guard room of the chicken farm. Uncle Wei Guo was on duty.

There is a cast iron stove in the guard room, and the room is warmed by the glowing red coals.

"Why are you here today?"

"Discuss something with the old captain."

"A ground egg?"

A few potatoes were baked on the stove lid, and Ping County called the potatoes ground eggs, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt incense, which made He Ping feel a little greedy.

"one comes!"

He took the potato that Uncle Wei Guo handed over, and grinned with his hands burned by the potato, without peeling the skin, he just took a bite.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten it. It's really delicious. Uncle, your skills are getting better and better."

Uncle Wei Guo said with a smile: "Just bake a broken egg, what's the skill? Now the children don't like to eat it."

"The conditions are good."

"Yeah, the conditions are better. It's not like before. Baked ground eggs are delicious."

Uncle Wei Guo lamented the changes in life, and naturally he was also dissatisfied with the children's transition from frugality to extravagance.

He Ping comforted: "The times are developing and the society is progressing. The children's unwillingness to eat proves that our life is getting better and better. We should be happy."

Uncle Wei took the potatoes and looked at them carefully, "You are right, the ancestors ate potatoes for a full meal, and now they are for a good meal."

"Why are you so sentimental today?" He Ping rarely saw such a soft side of Uncle Wei.

"It's not lunch. I saw a few young people in the field. Maybe the food was not to my liking, so I poured it out."

He Ping frowned after hearing this, and he didn't know where things were going, where things were going, where he was going, after only a few days of good food.

He didn't continue the topic, "How is your family doing recently?"

"It's good, you don't have to worry about anything. It's Da Linzi's marriage that delayed his grandma's departure."

The rule in Pingxian County is that those who take filial piety must observe it for three years. Originally, Han Zhaolin and Song Dalian had agreed to come back to marry her this year, but because Han Zhaolin came back for a funeral last time, their marriage had to be postponed.

"How many years has it been since the liberation, the old rules should be changed, and the living should not be delayed for the sake of the dead."

Regardless of the fact that Uncle Wei Guo was a soldier when he was young, and he also went to the battlefield, but he is still very traditional in this regard.

"That's impossible, this is filial piety!"

Uncle Wei Guo's attitude was firm, He Ping felt that he should keep his hands off his own business, and it seemed that Han Zhaolin and Song Dalian were a couple of troubles!

The two chatted for a while, and He Ping entered the chicken farm.

He walked slowly to the back of the cafeteria, just in time to see the workers in the cafeteria cleaning up the kitchen waste and slops.

He Ping walked over to take a look, and occasionally saw a few half-drawn white steamed buns soaked in the swill, with a lot of rice mixed in them, and more vegetables in the swill.

He frowned and asked, "Is this every day?"

Everyone didn't dare to speak, they all came from hard times, so it was a bit of a waste to have so much food left over from one lunch.

"say!"

A worker stammered and said, "It's been more than a month, since we changed the chef, everyone has a lot more leftover food."

He Ping raised his eyebrows, it seems that there are other things involved.

"Go and call Han Zhaojun over!"

He Ping's tone was stern. Everyone knew that although He Ping didn't care about things now, he was the real boss of the chicken farm, so he ran to call Han Zhaojun.

Han Zhaojun came jogging all the way, and after the worker described the situation to him, he knew something was wrong, so he ran over quickly.

He Ping pointed to the slop bucket and asked, "What's going on?"

"Brother He Ping, it's possible that the cafeteria has overcooked at noon, and there is some left over." Han Zhaojun explained.

Do too much?Have some left?
He Ping was laughed at by Han Zhaojun, and after only a few days as the head of the field, the bureaucracy started to rise.

"Ask them, did they do too much today, and did they do too much yesterday?" He Ping said sullenly.

Han Zhaojun didn't dare to deal with it anymore. He looked at the workers, and a worker whispered, "It's been more than a month. After changing the chef, there are so many left every day."

Han Zhaojun's heart sank when he heard this.

"Did you hear that? What's going on?" He Ping asked sharply.

Han Zhaojun faltered, "Well... Brother He Ping, it's so cold, let's talk in the office."

"Just say it here! Are you trying to lose face now?"

Under He Ping's prestige and in front of so many subordinates, Han Zhaojun felt a little embarrassed.

"What, Brother He Ping, isn't this Uncle Aiying? He begged at home and wanted me to find a job. It happened that there was a lack of people in the cafeteria, so I arranged him there."

"Are you taking me for a fool? That's fine, after a few days as the field manager, you'll learn how to use power for personal gain!" He Ping sneered.

A layer of white sweat appeared on Han Zhaojun's face, and he argued, "Brother He Ping, how can I take you for a fool. Besides, how can this be considered as using power for personal gain, this..."

"Then tell me, what is this?"

"This, this..." Han Zhaojun faltered, unable to speak, extremely embarrassed.

Seeing that the effect was almost the same, He Ping said to the workers, "Take the things away first."

As soon as the workers left, Han Zhaojun heaved a sigh of relief. After all, he was the leader of the game, and he couldn't lift his head when he was scolded in front of so many subordinates. Needless to say, he felt aggrieved in his heart.

"Shameful thing! Do you still know how to lose face?"

"Brother He Ping, I..."

"Hurry up and let that uncle get out! Poor people make troubles and no one asks them, and rich people have distant relatives in the mountains. Don't you understand this? To make troubles among workers because of a relative, whichever is lighter Don't you know that your head is heavy?"

Han Zhaojun still wants to fight, "Brother He Ping, Aiying, she..."

"Don't always love Yingying, she's in charge of the family affairs, don't let her intervene in the chicken farm, you are the head of the farm and she is the head of the farm?" He Ping stared.

Having said that, Han Zhaojun didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, so he could only nod his head and say, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)