I take the whole village out of poverty and become rich

Chapter 257 Just ask if you want to get rich!
The last time the village committee of Zhuyang Village was so lively was the last time.
When Huo Qianli came to hold a village meeting.

Because the town had chosen a development path for Zhuyang Village, the news that the deputy mayor took the village chief and Mr. Jun out to investigate had already spread throughout the village.

Therefore, although Gao Qiang did not officially announce that he was going to hold a village meeting, most of the villagers gathered in the village committee from all over the village.

If there is any good thing, if you don't come, you will die if you miss it!

Anyway, just watch it for fun!
With such thoughts in mind, everyone surrounded the dam of the Zhuyang Village Committee to a full extent.

Taking advantage of the post-disaster reconstruction that year, the village committee of Zhuyang Village also built a two-story white building with a cement dam the size of a basketball court in front of it. Of course it is far inferior to that of Hushan Village, but it is still barely there. enough.

At the moment, on the dam, there is a row of tables with five or six boxes spaced between them. The village chief Gao Qiang and the old stripper are standing at both ends of the table.

Those who owed a hand wanted to reach out to touch it, but Gao Qiang sneered at him, so he had to withdraw his hand resentfully.

When the time was almost up, Gao Qiang looked around, "Okay, everyone be quiet, Mr. Jun and I will share with you the results of this field trip."

As he spoke, he opened a box, and under the curious eyes of everyone, he took out a bamboo storage box from it, shook it at everyone, and handed it to the old stripper.

The old stripper took it with both hands, swept it around, and put it in the hands of an old man, "Look carefully!"

"Village chief, what is Le?" a bold villager asked.

Gao Qiang said seriously: "This is our harvest this time!"

"What's the matter? Is it just such a thing?"

"Village chief, Mr. Jun, you bought such a thing after such a long trip?"

"It's still hidden like a big baby, as for no!"

"What's so special about this thing, I made it up in less than half a day!"

"With such a big momentum, I thought there was something good. If I knew it, I wouldn't be bothered to make this trip!"

"Right, I woke up at six o'clock this morning, why don't you sleep more and be lazy!"

Everyone spoke one after another, with some sarcasm and disdain in their words.

However, the old man holding the storage box did not open his mouth. Instead, he looked at the box carefully. He is also an old bamboo craftsman in the village. He can see that the weaving method and material of this thing are not as good as everyone said. Simple.

The old bamboo craftsman looked at the old man's serious thinking, nodded his head in satisfaction, and said, "How about it, can you do it?"

The old man pursed his lips, "I don't know, I have to try it. But I guess Xuan, this craftsmanship is much better than ours, there is no burr at all, and the color is also beautiful."

Immediately, some of the onlookers opened their mouths with a smile.

"It's just such a thing, what's the use if it's pretty or not!"

"It looks like it can't hold anything. It's really better to get a basket!"

A woman hesitated and said, "But to be honest, it does look a little pretty, doesn't it?"

The man beside her immediately scolded: "You know a hammer!"

But if he can't say why, he just subconsciously denies this thing that is different from the bamboo weaving items in his cognition.

The old man thought for a while, glanced at the old stripper and Gao Qiang, and said, "But what's the use of making this thing? It's so big, who would buy it?"

Gao Qiang and the old stripper looked at each other and suddenly smiled.

Looking at them now, it's as if they saw how they were in Zhuyi City back then.

Presumably Mayor Xu looked at the two of them at that time and felt similar to how they look at these people now!
Gao Qiang smiled and said, "Then you all take a guess, this thing is a lot of money!"

"five yuan!"

Immediately, some villagers blurted out, and then they were despised by the people around them:

"You are a pig? The village chief said so, it must be a cheap thing! I guess twenty!"

Immediately someone shouted again: "I guess thirty!"

"Hammer, we only bought 15 yuan for such a big Luodou. Even if this thing is more delicate, it can't be more expensive than Luodou! I guess 15 yuan is the sky!"

The old bamboo craftsman glanced at the old man, "Based on your craftsmanship and knowledge, do you think this thing can sell for a lot of money?"

The old man looked again and thought for a while, "I think it might cost four or fifty yuan!"

The old man's words shocked the surrounding villagers.

"Master Hua, are you crazy? This thing sells for forty or fifty? Why is the craft so valuable? I'll learn one too!"

"Fourty or fifty is too exaggerated, forty or fifty can buy three or four baskets!"

"It's still the same sentence, 15 yuan is the best."

Everyone's ridicule made the old man, who was somewhat honest, couldn't stand it anymore, and shrank back a little, "I just see that this craftsmanship is really a bit troublesome, just guess casually, if you don't guess right, you don't guess right!"

The old bamboo craftsman patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Sure enough, those of us who really know the craft know the goods!"

Everyone was surprised when they heard this, right?Uncle Hua guessed right?

At this time, Gao Qiang, who had been silent all this time, chuckled and said in a high-pitched voice, "I heard you all! The box that Mr. Hua is holding, we bought it for 150!"

There was no expected exclamation, and there was silence all around.

Surprise will only happen when it exceeds one's own expectations but is still within the range of cognition, but when it exceeds cognition, everyone's first reaction is to be dumbfounded.

Then there was a burst of discussion buzzing.

The old man who was originally carrying the storage box casually changed to holding it with both hands at some point, with a cautious expression on his face, for fear of breaking it and asking him to pay for it.

Gao Qiang seemed to think that the heat was not enough, so he directly opened the other boxes.

"We bought this bamboo screen at 180."

"This bamboo hairpin, 65."

"This bamboo pen holder, 38."

"This porcelain-bodied bamboo tea bowl, 188."

"This bamboo fruit basket, 108."

"This bamboo sachet, 98."

"These are the prices we've talked about for a long time. In the specialty store, there will be dozens more for each item!"

The last sentence was like pouring a ladle of white water into a frying pan, and there was a loud splash in an instant.

"Village chief, you don't want to (lie) us!"

"How can these things be sold so expensively? Is the person who bought them Gua Wazi?"

Gao Qiang blinked, "Are you scolding me?"

"Ahem." The man quickly waved his hands, "I mean the rest of the people."

The old stripper snorted, "You know a hammer! There are so many people there!"

Gao Qiang laughed and waved his hand, "Go inside and draw a bench, let's sit down and move slowly with you!"

Everyone's interest was aroused, and they hurriedly ran to the place where the stools were piled up in the village committee, and sat around Gao Qiang after a few strokes.

Gao Qiang stretched out his hand to pick up the bamboo crafts he bought, handed them to everyone to have a look, and then said: "To be honest, at the beginning, Mr. Jun and I were not much better than you. It’s meaningless to go there, the bamboo craftsman’s craftsmanship is so famous in our village, why do we need to go to other places to see what it is! Isn’t this something that boosts other people’s ambitions and destroys one’s own prestige!”

Everyone nodded, and Gao Qiang continued: "When we get to the place, we should see these things first. Mr. Jun and I are the same as you, thinking that these are some kind of stuff! It doesn't seem to be of any use!"

"Then, when we saw the price, we were all taken aback (dumbfounded). How can this turtle be sold for so much money? But seeing the customers in that shop happily pay the money and leave one by one, while While walking, he talked about Ba Shi, Anyi, and it’s worth it, and we have nothing to say, it’s impossible for Mayor Xu to arrange all of these!"

Everyone laughed, and Gao Qiang said again: "We learned a lot on the first day, but we still couldn't understand it. It wasn't until the evening when Mayor Xu explained it to us that we understood the truth."

Gao Qiang looked around, met everyone's curious and expectant eyes, and said with a smile, "This principle is called survival and life. Mayor Xu also called it a different definition of value."

"Anyway, no matter what you say, the meaning is that. Let me make a simple analogy. We eat, a bowl of rice, a bowl of vegetables, and we cook at home. It costs a lot of money. Five cents of rice is enough for several people. Eat it! But the white rice in the restaurants in Chengtou is paid by the head, one yuan per person. We cook a dish at home, and add the meat, vegetables, and oil. How much can we get? But it’s only a dozen or 20 yuan a plate at a restaurant. Why? Because if you can go to a restaurant, it’s all for better taste, or you’re too lazy to cook, and you don’t care about spending more money, or It is within their tolerance to spend a little more money. But like us, those who split a penny into two petals are not their customers!"

"According to Mayor Xu, the bamboo weaving in our Zhuyang Village used to be called something. Oh, yes, production tools. To put it bluntly, they are all used for work and roads, and the emphasis is on a long-lasting It is durable, and the people who buy it are all nearby farmers. Naturally, everyone has a unified understanding that the price is not much higher if you add a little labor to sell a material.”

"However, these things." Gao Qiang reached out and touched the bamboo crafts in everyone's hands, "These things, what are they? They are handicrafts, and they are sold to rich and tasteful people in the city. They buy this, right? When they buy it as a labor tool, what they value is whether it looks good, whether the workmanship is fine or not, and whether they like it or not. As for what they like, whether it is a few dozen yuan or more than 100 yuan, there is not much difference!"

"If our Zhuyang Village can also make this level of bamboo weaving, and then adjust the direction and make something that dolls like, then we won't have to worry about not being able to afford the price, or not being able to sell it!"

He stretched out a finger and said in a deep voice, "This is the road the town found for us in Zhuyang Village."

Everyone only half understood his previous explanation, but they understood the last two sentences.

So, someone asked: "Village chief, do you mean that we will make this in the future, and then send it to the industrial park and sell it to those who come from the city?"

Gao Qiang nodded, "That's what it means. Our bamboo weaving craft will be an important part of the folklore experience activities, and then there will be finished products for sale. The opinion of the town is that since we have this foundation, we should make good use of it and don't have to swarm Learn from Hushan Village to grow Danshen."

"But planting Danshen is sure to make money, so I'm afraid it may not be so!"

"That's right, we may not be able to fix this thing, why take risks, why not ask Tiger Mountain Village to help us. Ouch!"

A middle-aged man was speaking, and suddenly he was hit by a chestnut on the head. He turned his head and saw that it was the old stripper who was looking at him with a serious face. After so many days of running, haven’t you learned two tricks?”

He snorted coldly, "I've been yelling all day long that I want to make money, get rich, and live a good life, and when the good things really come, I pick and choose, afraid of this and that, and you deserve to be poor for the rest of your life." !"

The middle-aged man shrank his neck, there was nothing he could do, the old stripper was his uncle, and he could only accept the scolding.

But the rest of the villagers looked at each other silently, and Gou Ri felt that there was something in the words of the military man!
Of course, the old bamboo craftsman scolded for everyone to listen to, but after he scolded these words, the voice of opposition was indeed small.

Gao Qiang smiled and said, "Everyone, let me tell you something, don't you think so? Our Zhuyang Village has been poor for so many years. Is there anyone who doesn't want to live a good life?"

No one spoke below, they all shook their heads.

"Since we all want to live a good life, why haven't we been able to live a good life? It's not like everyone can't bear hardships. At the age of 70 or 100, they still carry more than [-] catties uphill and downhill. They are not idle every day, but for What is poverty?"

Gao Qiang paused, "Honestly speaking, is it because we don't have the ability and can't find a suitable path?"

"But now, Secretary Huo and the officials in the town have found a way for us. At least this way seems to be working, so why are we hesitating? Could it be that we are going to be poor forever? You are poor, you baby Received poverty, your grandson received poverty, and lived in this poor ditch all his life, does anyone feel comfortable?"

It was originally a well-designed rhetoric, but Gao Qiang got really excited when he was talking, "I envy other Hushan Village every day, then that other Hushan Village also went all out to work with Secretary Huo and struggled for several years, and only then did it become what it is today. what!"

As he said that, he slammed the table and said in a deep voice: "This time, anyway, I'm sure! Those who are willing to deal with me can stay, and those who don't want to go out now! I promise, absolutely not We will target whoever is gone! Everyone is voluntary!"

Everyone, look at me, and I look at you.

In the end, no one got up.

The old stripper was quietly relieved.

Gao Qiang showed excitement, "Okay! Everyone is doing well! I believe that as long as we work together, the future will never be worse than that of Hushan Village! Next, Mr. Jun, please tell everyone, we will first discuss this matter. What are you doing?"

The old bamboo craftsman glanced at everyone, raised his rough and dry hands and pointed at a few people, "You guys, come to my house these few days. Let's study these high-end things thoroughly first, and then we are willing to learn this craft. Those who have learned how to learn, go to the village chief to sign up, and we will hold a training class to teach everyone! Technical things are so much (that’s it)! As for the rest, village chief, you have to worry too much!"

Gao Qiang nodded, and explained to everyone: "We also went to see the layout of the bamboo art village, the way each household cooperates, and how to assign tasks. Let’s discuss things and come up with an implementation plan.”

He smiled, "Then let's make a decision first. A research team will be set up in the village, led by Mr. Jun, and everyone will study technology together, and then the rest, wait for my notice, and we will work together to promote this matter." , do you want it?"

What responded to him was sparse and hesitant responses.

The old bamboo craftsman sternly yelled, "Everyone didn't eat? I talked so much with the village chief, was it for the two of us? You think you are helping us by agreeing! One or two, the fart is bigger." If you don't know anything, I just ask, do you want to make money, do you want to get rich!"

"miss you!"

Everyone finally shouted in unison.

"louder please!"

"miss you!"

The simplest way mobilizes the purest emotions.

The old bamboo craftsman snorted, "That's right! If you think about it, you'll shout out! It's as if I begged you to make money!"

The hustle and bustle of Zhuyang Village was not within Huo Qianli's consideration.

Or to be more precise, when he planned the road for Zhuyang Village, searched his life experience and consulted a large amount of information to point out the objects of investigation for them, he already understood that there was no problem in Zhuyang Village.

What he needs to deal with right now is the situation in Niujiao Village.

After Xu Yanting only spent one night in the discussion, she replied that there was no problem with the general direction and that the detailed discussions could begin. He arranged for Cao Qingfeng to connect with him in person, picked up his cell phone, and called Professor Qi.

On the phone, he briefly chatted with Professor Qi about the current model that Xu Yanting had built. After clarifying the joints, Professor Qi praised Huo Qianli's idea.

Of course, from Huo Qianli's point of view, the other party's praise was so "excessive", probably because it helped their expert group solve a big problem by the way.

After all, after clarifying this point, the expert group's plan has a clear direction, that is, grapefruit is used as a fist, combined with other four-season fruits, and it can be put on the market for sale while meeting the consumption of the industrial park.

Professor Qi readily promised: "This afternoon, the soil data will be released, and we will have a few more days to discuss. Next Monday at the latest, I will lead the team again and submit the preliminary plan to you!"

Huo Qianli quickly thanked him, and Professor Qi chuckled, "We learn agriculture, it's just for these things, it's all our job, no need to thank!"

Huo Qianli hurriedly said: "That's different. For the people of Niujiao Village, you and the experts are the guiding lights. Without you, how can they have a bright future!"

Professor Qi chuckled, "If we really want to have a better tomorrow, Secretary Huo, you can accompany me to Niujiao Village to ask for a drink, and the old man will be satisfied!"

"No problem! That's it! Haha!"

Putting down the phone, Huo Qianli was lamenting the noble character of the older generation, and Wang Wei hurried to the door.

"Secretary Huo, the head of Niujiao Village, Huang, is here! He's frowning."

(End of this chapter)