1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 275 The Wind Rises
Just like the chaos that has continued to exist in later generations, in fact, many places have gradually seen the phenomenon of road blocking and charging on a village basis since the mid-to-late 1980s.

The original cause of this incident is no longer traceable.

Perhaps it was because they felt sorry for the dirt road that the whole village had paid for and built, which was now full of potholes and holes due to the heavy trucks passing by.
Or perhaps it was because of the primitive traffic regulations that those passing trucks did cause a lot of traffic accidents and property damage;

Or maybe it was just a few drunk guys having a ridiculous prank...

In short, this kind of thing has occurred in various places at the same time, and has gradually become a shortcut for some villages to "generate income".

Of course, what is slightly different from later generations is that at this time, most villages with traffic jams would not hand over the QR code as a matter of course and ask you to scan it for three to five hundred yuan without any explanation. Instead, they would find all kinds of reasons to give you compensation for their losses.

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"so……"

"Did our convoy fail to slow down and hit and kill the three sheep in your village?"

Yang Mo followed the direction the old man pointed, glanced at the three dead sheep not far away, and then looked at the drivers who were surrounded by the other villagers in the distance, without any ripples in his heart.

As early as three months ago, many sections of the road in Shanghe area were divided into orange or even red zones by Qingfeng Food. According to the operating rules of the transport team, when driving in such areas, it is not allowed to stop, and even the speed is not allowed to reduce to less than 60 miles per hour... Although the fleet transporting Hope Primary School infrastructure materials belongs to a different unit from the fleet transporting broiler raw materials, they are also required to comply with relevant regulations.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, at a speed of 60 miles per hour, it is normal for the sheep crossing the road to be unable to dodge and be hit to death.

But the problem is that sheep are not chickens. Those who have herded sheep know that unless the leader is crazy or someone is deliberately driving them away, sheep will not cross the road at will, but will just walk slowly along the sides of the road.
In plain areas like Qi and Lu, targets as large as a flock of sheep can be seen clearly from more than a hundred meters away. No matter how stupid the driver is, he will not crash into them so directly... Rules are dead, but people are alive. When encountering such a situation, the driver will not be punished even if he slows down temporarily.

and……

Have you ever seen a sheep that was hit head-on by a truck traveling at 60 miles per hour hanging so peacefully?

I don't ask you to arrange these sheep into strange shapes, but at least... you have to put a pool of blood at the corner of your mouth!
But this is not the point. His peripheral vision inadvertently moved towards a certain location in the distance. Yang Mo smiled calmly and said, "My fellow countryman, I'm sorry that our convoy has caused you losses... How much compensation do you want? You decide."

Seeing that the young man did not argue with them but admitted defeat right away, the old men looked at each other, without any joy on their faces as if they had met a rich man.

"Young leader, these are dog sheep... They are very expensive, five hundred for one, and fifteen hundred for three!" an old man shouted.

Zhang Bo, who was following behind Yang Mo, heard this and his face immediately turned red. He clenched his fists tightly, glanced at Yang Mo in front of him and Zhang Wenshun beside him, and muttered indignantly: "What a bullshit goat, how can a goat be so big? It's just an ordinary goat...Besides, even if it is a goat, it's only 70 or 80 yuan at most. Isn't this obviously extortion!"

"Dog-sheep" is the name given by people in some areas of Qi and Lu to the "green goat", a breed unique to Qi and Lu. It is called this because of its small size.

And a "toll" of fifteen hundred yuan is definitely a sky-high price in this era. No wonder Zhang Bo, who is also from Qilu, complained in a disgraceful manner despite the presence of his leader... These trucks are loaded with materials for the construction of Hope Primary Schools. You actually made such a fuss. It's really embarrassing for the people of Qilu!
Yang Mo smiled faintly: "One thousand and fifteen, right? OK! ... Zhang Bo, take one thousand and fifteen and compensate the fellow villager."

Over the past decade, the drilling company has gained experience in handling such matters. Therefore, whenever they hear that their company's supplies have been intercepted, the staff sent out to negotiate will always have a thick stack of cash in their briefcases.

After all, it was the first time for Zhang Bo to follow such a mission. Upon hearing this, his chest heaved violently a few times. Finally, with a grim face, he took out fifteen blue bills from the briefcase tightly tucked under his arm and handed them over.

Seeing this guy counting the thick stack of bills in front of others, Tu Lili, who was following Zhang Wenshun on a mission, immediately rolled her eyes... idiot!
Yang Mo frowned upon seeing this, but he said nothing, nor did he intend to cover it with his body position... Since the script has been written, just follow it.

Sure enough, maybe because he saw the thick stack of banknotes or felt that these rich people were too easily fooled, an old man seemed to have heard Zhang Bo's complaint and shouted angrily: "You know nothing, little kid! I said some sheep are dog sheep, then they are dog sheep, and they are pregnant dog sheep!"

"Originally, I was thinking of asking you to just pay a small amount of compensation, but now... humph! You have to pay two thousand five hundred!"

As he said this, the old man turned around and waved his hand fiercely: "Everyone in our village knows that ewes that can give birth are the most valuable... right? "

At first glance, more than a hundred villagers who were gathered behind to watch the excitement shouted in unison: "Yes!"

The old man waved his hand again: "A ewe had two lambs in her belly, and three of them were killed, which means there are six sheep and dogs. Asking them to pay 2 yuan for six sheep and dogs... is that too much?"

The villagers shouted again, "Not too much!"

As if he couldn't even tell the difference between male and female, Yang Mo glanced at the two long curved horns on the dead sheep's head, his expression unchanged: "Okay... Two thousand five!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

Zhang Bo was so angry that his face turned blue. He had no choice but to count out ten more bills and hand them over together with the previous ones.

Looking at the thick stack of blue bills handed to them, the old men had strange expressions on their faces, but they made no move to take them.

"Young leader, you'd better think it over carefully. Even if you pay these two thousand five hundred, you still can't take these three sheep away... These are our village's things." An old man seemed to be reminding, but also seemed to be deliberately provoking Yang Mo.

Yang Mo's expression was very calm. He took the stack of banknotes from Zhang Bo's hand and folded it. He shook the old man's rough hand in a friendly but slightly distant manner, and then stuffed the banknotes into his palm: "No problem... You guys can keep these sheep for yourselves."

Feeling the thickness of the banknotes in his hand, the old man's mouth trembled, he looked at the others, and then suddenly pushed the money back: "No, Li Laoliu, who is herding sheep in our village, saw his sheep being hit to death, and was also loaded by your truck. He was trapped and is still in a state of panic... You have to pay 1000 yuan for medical expenses!"

As he spoke, the old man waved his hand.

Suddenly, a young man who was either drunk from the morning wine or still sleepy was pushed out by the villagers.

The old man snorted, "The villagers are ignorant. They have never seen such a big car. And you are driving so fast. Li Laoliu thought a monster came to eat him. He was scared!"

As soon as these words were spoken, bursts of uncontrollable laughter rang out.

This is probably a joke from 30 or 40 years ago. At that time, cars and trains were indeed rare objects for some villages with extremely underdeveloped transportation. Those who had never walked out of a radius of ten miles in their entire lives would hardly be scared. But now...

Yang Mo calmly looked at the two figures who had sneaked into the crowd, and then glanced at Zhang Wenshun who had not said a word from beginning to end. The smile on his face was still warm and distant: "Since he was frightened, then it is reasonable to compensate for the medical expenses... Zhang Bo, bring another fifteen hundred over... to replenish the body of the frightened fellow."

Seeing that their palms were almost half full of blue banknotes, the more than one hundred villagers who were "watching the fun" nearby all trembled in their necks, and the old men in the lead also had trembling legs and feet.

Four thousand dollars!
This, this, this, this is already the annual harvest of twenty families!
With some trembling, he squeezed the thick banknotes in his palm, which made the old man feel unreal. A faint cough came, and the old man suddenly woke up and pushed the banknotes into Yang Mo's hand: "No!"

Yang Mo tilted his head slightly, with a puzzled expression on his face: "What's wrong? Did our transport convoy cause other losses to the villagers?"

"It's okay. Just tell me what you have to say. As long as it's the loss we caused, we will definitely pay the price and give you some compensation."

Yang Mo looked at the old man in front of him sincerely, and then glanced at the drivers who were surrounded: "I am the person in charge of this accident. Since I have expressed my position, I will never regret it... So, fellow villager, can you let our driver go?"

As he spoke, Yang Mo took a few steps forward, and stopped only when he was two meters away from the group of "spectators". Then he raised his hand to indicate that he was not carrying any dangerous items. "Let me introduce myself again. I am the section chief of Momo Baitou, a section-level cadre... So, can we let those drivers take a break now? They have been driving all night and are very tired."

When the villagers saw this young man who claimed to be the section chief walk into the crowd and act as a "hostage", they suddenly became at a loss.

A cadre at the section level cannot be considered a small figure; even a section-level "cadre" with the title of section chief in an ordinary state-owned enterprise can be on equal footing with their village head, let alone a genuine cadre in a central enterprise such as a drilling company?
Seeing Yang Mo walk into the crowd, Zhang Wenshun smiled, raised his hand to appease the several nervous security guards around him, and then strode into the crowd and came to Yang Mo's side: "I am the director of the General Office of the Drilling Company, a deputy section-level cadre... Fellow villagers, with me and Section Chief Yang as guarantors, can you release our driver comrade?"

Seeing that their leader had done this, Zhang Bo and Tu Lili dared not hide behind the security personnel. They could only turn pale and follow the crowd timidly, unwillingly becoming "little hostages".

The old men were completely confused by these four fearless guys.

Glancing at the drivers with complicated expressions, the old man in the lead suddenly gritted his teeth and slapped the money back: "No way!"

Yang Mo squeezed the stack of banknotes that returned to his hand, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face: "My fellow countryman, why is it not working again?"

The old man hesitated for a few times, and rolled his eyes: "Since this 4,000 yuan is the compensation you gave us, then this money is ours, right?"

Yang Mo nodded: "Yes."

The old man took a deep breath and said, "Okay, since this money is ours, now we have decided... We are going to use this 4,000 yuan to buy the things in your car!"

What's in the car?
Yang Mo turned his head and looked at the four cars parked on the roadside, which were still intact, and then laughed softly: "Fellow countryman, do you know what is in those cars?"

The old man straightened his neck and said, "Of course I know... a truckload of cement, a truckload of steel bars, a truckload and a half of desks and benches, and half a truckload of textbooks and other things!"

Yang Mo glanced at him without much surprise, then nodded: "That's right."

Glancing at the two figures who were quietly looking for angles and gaps, Yang Mo pondered for a moment, "So, I can sell a truckload of desks and benches to you fellow villagers... about 100 sets. I think they can be used as furniture, or as dining tables in the village cafeteria."

As if afraid of misunderstanding, Yang Mo explained: "These desks and benches are made of the strongest materials and craftsmanship... The wood used is elm, and the legs and brackets are made of 450 wear-resistant steel... Although they don't look very good, they are first-class in durability. The factory cost of a set is nearly 46.5 yuan per set, so you shouldn't lose money!"

When these words were spoken, people who didn't know much about it might not feel anything, or even think that Yang Mo was just blowing bubbles randomly, but people who knew about it took a deep breath.

You know, although elm, a hard wood, is very common in Shandong, at a time when splicing technology is not popular, to use this wood for an old-fashioned 1.4X0.6 desk, you need elm that is more than 5 years old and cut into whole boards with a thickness of more than 15 cm... The cost of this board alone cannot be less than .

In addition, since the current domestic special steel smelting technology is not mature, most of the 405 wear-resistant steel has to be imported... This is not a question of money, but a question of whether it can be obtained.

In other words, if what Yang Mo said was true, then this old-fashioned desk plus two chairs, no matter how crudely made, would have a market price of at least 60 yuan... Don't think it's too expensive, in this day and age, you may not be able to buy such a heavy and good thing even if you have money.

Judging from Yang Mo's previous generosity, is it possible for him to fool others on such a small issue?

Obviously not!

In fact, the villagers had climbed into the car to take a look in the morning. Those heavy tables, chairs and benches did not look rough at all. They were clearly made with the famous carpentry skills of Binzhou!

Taking several factors into consideration, if such a set of tables and chairs can’t be sold for less than 70 yuan on the market, they will dig their eyes out!
I "sold" it to them at the price of 40 yuan per set and made a lot of money!
These people are really willing to spend money on those kids!
While some knowledgeable people were sighing, the old man in the lead said, "Who wants your 100 sets of broken tables and chairs... Four thousand yuan, leave everything in the car!"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did the people from the drilling company change their expressions, but even many of the "spectators" also turned their heads away guiltily.

In these days, steel bars and cement, especially those of better quality, require quotas to purchase, and are definitely top-notch and in-demand materials.
Therefore, if you are an ordinary person, let alone four thousand, even thirty thousand may not be enough to buy that truckload of rebar and that truckload of high-grade cement... You have to know that my country has always needed to import a large amount of rebar, and in this era, foreign exchange is even more precious than gold!

Yang Mo just looked at the old man calmly, but Tu Lili behind Zhang Wenshun couldn't help but said, "How can there be unreasonable people like you in Qilu? Do you know that these things are used to build Hope Primary Schools for children who can't afford to go to school... Do you know how much effort our company has put into this matter? "

"Hope Primary School... Do you know what it is used for?... It's fine that you blocked our convoy, but now you are asking for this and that... You are already in your forties, don't you have a guilty conscience?"

What was somewhat strange was that Zhang Wenshun had no intention of stopping his subordinate from interrupting him in such an ignorant manner.

After hearing this, the old men tilted their heads unnaturally, and then one of them stood up and said, "How would I know what that so-and-so elementary school is for?"

As he said this, his eyes rolled and a sly and arrogant look appeared on his face: "By the way, isn't this just right!?"

"That Hope Primary School you mentioned is built for children who can't afford to go to school... It just so happens that there are 70 or 80 children in our village who can't afford to go to school. They can only help collect firewood and cut grass for pigs at home. They are really pitiful!"

At this point, the old man chuckled and said, "As for a primary school, it doesn't matter where it is built... How about this, we don't want you to pay for the 4,000 yuan, and we won't buy these four truckloads of stuff... As long as you, the young leader, agree to build a Hope Primary School in our village, we will let you go immediately, how about that?"

Another old man immediately stood up and said, "Yes! As long as the young leader agrees, we will let you go immediately... Not only will we let you go, we will also kill these three sheep and treat all of you to a good meal... How about that!?"

Seeing this somewhat abrupt turn, Yang Mo frowned, tilted his head to look at the fat man next to him who had always looked normal, then turned his head and smiled slightly: "I am just a small section chief... Fellow villagers, aren't you afraid that I will trick you? You promised it, but then you turn around and deny it?"

Several old men looked at each other, and one of them grinned and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, as long as you agree to it, then you don't have to be afraid!"

Hearing this guy's stupid answer, the other old man glared at him and immediately said, "Little leader, you are too modest. You are a section-level cadre. How can a section-level cadre go back on his word? We believe you, don't we?"

The old man who spoke first reacted and immediately nodded along with the group of "spectators" behind him: "Yes, yes, it's impossible for a section-level cadre to break his word. As long as you promise, we will believe it!"

The corner of Yang Mo's eye twitched, and he glanced at the fat guy next to him with a smile.

you……

Are you sure you trust me because I am a section-level cadre, and not because you already knew that I was the person in charge of this project?

Ah……

Thinking of this, facing the expectant and nervous eyes of a large group of people, Yang Mo smiled faintly: "Fellow villagers, I'm sorry... I can't build a Hope Primary School!"

The air suddenly stagnated, and an old man forced a smile with some difficulty: "Young leader... don't get me wrong, some things are not what you think... As long as your company agrees to build a Hope Primary School in our village, we will not only treat you to lamb... but also all the villagers will work for you for free without paying a penny;"

As he spoke, the old man raised his finger and said, "And I, Old Man Li, swear here that from the first day of groundbreaking, we, the old men, will keep an eye on the whole process. No one in the village will touch even a single bit of material from the construction site... If there are any thieves with dirty hands, you don't need to show up, I will chop off their hands right there... What do you think, is that right?!"

As if their hope had been aroused, more than a hundred onlookers responded in unison: "Yes!"

Many of them showed frustrated expressions on their faces.

They also knew that their village did not have a very good reputation, and that going to the construction site to "pick up materials" was not the first or second time in recent years. Therefore, once they were reminded, they thought that the young leader in front of them was worried that they and others were trying to cheat them in another way.

but……

Hope Primary School is different from other projects!
In this land of Qilu, is there anyone who is not afraid of having a son without an anus who would have such evil thoughts as to covet the building materials for such a public welfare project?
Are we really so unbearable in your eyes?

Yang Mo glanced at this scene of unity and remained silent for a while. Amid the countless eyes that rekindled hope, he slowly shook his head again: "Fellow villagers, let's deal with the issue of compensation... These drivers are already very tired, and they must deliver the supplies to Lanling before tomorrow afternoon."

The implication was obvious: the other party's proposal was rejected.

Amid the disappointed noise, the old man at the head took two steps forward and said, "Young leader, how about this... I will ask someone to arrange food and hot soup for them right away. I will also ask someone to stew the three sheep for you."

"So, can you please consider this for the sake of my old age?" Looking at the smile on Yang Mo's face that never changed, the old man gritted his teeth and said, "How about this, what I said before still counts. All of us in the village guarantee to help with the work for free, and we also guarantee that not a single cent of the materials on the construction site will be lost... In addition, all of our 3047 people in the village, a total of 814 households, will pay 20 yuan each to help build this Hope Primary School."

At this point, the old man's tone was pleading: "I know this little money is definitely not enough, but for farmers like us in remote areas, 20 yuan per household is the limit we can afford!"

This is true. For the rural areas at that time, 20 yuan, which city people may not take seriously, is really a considerable amount of money... You know, many people still owe even the agricultural tax of 17.6 yuan per crop.

Hearing the old man's wailing voice, many "spectators" turned their heads away in embarrassment. Even two figures hidden in the crowd showed a hint of pity in their eyes.

However, in the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it, Yang Mo still shook his head slowly, and then gently stuffed the four thousand yuan bill into the old man's hand: "Fellow villager, let's continue to negotiate on the issue of compensation."

Amidst the huge sighs and noise, another old man suddenly jumped up and stared at Yang Mo fiercely: "Young man, I'm telling you, you have to agree today! If you dare not agree... I, I, I..."

Yang Mo frowned, his tone as calm as a bowl of boiled water: "What will happen if you don't agree?"

The old man glared and said, "If you don't agree, we will seize these four trucks of stuff!"

He was not completely confused yet. He only dared to say that the car would be confiscated, but he did not dare to say that the person would be detained.

Yang Mo is a section-level cadre of a central enterprise, and Zhang Wenshun is a deputy section-level cadre. Central enterprises are semi-official enterprises. If they negotiate with you about compensation in such a conciliatory manner and you still want to detain people, then the next thing that will appear will most likely be more than just a wide-brimmed hat... What's more, what they really want is not compensation or not. If the road is completely blocked, then there will be no hope for the Hope Primary School in the village.

But if only the things on the car were seized, then the nature of the matter is completely different... After all, these things are materials, not cash. Although they are difficult to obtain, the market price is actually not of much guiding significance when examined in detail.

Besides...it's compensation.

As long as they bite it to death, there is also spiritual compensation involved, whether it is much or little, it can be completely settled into a confusing account!
That's right!

Today's farce is actually to build a Hope Primary School in the village.

Again, just as people from other provinces cannot understand the older generation in Qilu’s obsession and enthusiasm for staffing, if you were not born in that era, if you are not a Qilu person, you will never understand the significance of a Hope Primary School to them... In comparison, the projects co-invested by the drilling company are actually not that important.

Yang Mo looked at the old man with veins popping out of his neck and said in a very sincere tone: "In addition to the 5000 yuan just now, our company will compensate you with another yuan... Lanling is in a hurry to get these four trucks of stuff. If they are not delivered on time, it will really delay the construction progress of the Hope Primary School over there."

These words, which sounded full of sincerity, seemed to irritate the old man even more.

The old man stamped his foot hard on the hard mud on the ground and said, "No way! Either build a school for us, or leave all these four trucks of stuff behind!"

Yang Mo glanced at Zhang Wenshun, whose expression changed slightly, and said, "How about I compensate you 10,000... Fellow villagers, school will start in more than two months, and we can't delay those children's learning."

The aggrieved and angry old man felt like his blood vessels were about to burst: "No!"

Yang Mo thought for a moment and said, "Twenty thousand? Twenty thousand is enough for you to buy another batch of similar things."

The old man almost broke his teeth... Is this a matter of money?

“Missed!!!”

The old man almost roared.

Seeing this, Yang Mo could only sigh: "I'm sorry, 20,000 yuan is already the limit of my authority. Since you guys still don't agree... let's go!"

The last sentence was directed to Zhang Bo and Zhang Wenshun.

Seeing Yang Mo turning around, the old man quickly stopped them: "Hey, hey, hey~ What are you doing?"

Yang Mo gave him a strange look and said, "Since you guys are unwilling to accept our compensation negotiation, then we have no choice but to leave!"

The old man panicked: "You don't want those four carts of stuff?"

Yang Mo smiled and said, "Since you guys insist on taking those four carts of stuff, then it's as you wish... I'll leave them all to you."

As he spoke, Yang Mo's face turned cold: "But please unload the truck quickly, and please let the drivers come over... Otherwise, you should know the consequences of illegally detaining state-owned fixed assets and employees of central enterprises better than us."

Hearing the other party hinting that he and others were experts in this kind of thing, a trace of embarrassment and anger appeared on the old man's face, but his body did not move, still blocking the four people.

Seeing this, Yang Mo raised his eyebrows: "My fellow villager, what do you mean by this? Could it be that... you want us to stay here too?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone became nervous.

The illegal detention of two section-level cadres of a central enterprise, one of whom was a powerful section-level cadre with control over hundreds of millions of funds, has a far more serious impact than most people think.

But in the northern Shandong region where clan concepts were still strong at that time, the authority of these local sages and elders was not something that later generations could imagine. Seeing this old man blocking the way of Yang Mo and others, the rest of the villagers, no matter what they thought in their hearts, gathered around him in unison. Many of them had shame and anger on their faces, and they would surely give this ungrateful guy a good beating without hesitation as long as the order was given.

Surrounded by so many people, although Yang Mo was trying to keep a straight face, sweat suddenly broke out on his palms.

Damn, I was careless. I originally thought this was a trap set up by some fat guy to take advantage of the situation, but now it seems...

This fat guy just set the fire without making any plans! ?
Just as Yang Mo gritted his teeth and planned to rush out with his head protected if things went wrong, a low shout rang out: "Nonsense! Get back!"

When I looked up, it was the old man who was in the lead.

When the villagers retreated a few meters, the old man walked up to Yang Mo with an unpleasant look on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Young leader, our village has tried its best to show its sincerity. I want to know... why are you still unwilling to build a Hope Primary School in our village?"

After a pause, the old man showed a mixture of struggle and hope on his face: "Is it because your company has no money now? If you don't have money, we will find a way to raise it for you... As long as you can let those college students come to teach the children in our village, so that they can have meat to eat every day and wear school uniforms, even if it means selling our blood, we will raise the 200,000 yuan for you!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Mo immediately understood why these people kept pestering him even though they knew that the Hope Primary School could be established through private donations.

A very sad reality is that although state-owned enterprises with good performance such as drilling companies are not at all short of college students, and even postgraduates are not as popular as outsiders think; but looking across the country, college students are still as precious as giant pandas.

Nowadays, even in ordinary state-owned enterprises, college students are regarded as special talents and are snatched away, let alone primary schools?

In fact, in this era, among primary school teachers, those with junior high school education account for more than 60%, and even the proportion of technical secondary school students does not exceed 40%, let alone college students… Although there is no specific data, Yang Mo doubts whether the proportion of primary school teachers with bachelor’s degree or above in the country’s primary school teaching team exceeds 0.01%, even if the first-class primary schools in major cities are included.

Therefore, under this circumstance, the hundreds of college student "volunteers" organized by the drilling company appeared extremely sensational and extremely valuable.

Even an illiterate old farmer knows that a child taught by a college student is likely to learn more knowledge than a child taught by a teacher who has only graduated from the third year of junior high school, or even the first year of junior high school (don't doubt it, this has been the case in China for a long time, and even many substitute teachers in remote areas have only graduated from elementary school.)... You have to know that the college students at this time are really different from those in later generations. Their comprehensive knowledge may be worse than that of later generations, but not only is their basic knowledge much more solid than that of later generations, but their sense of responsibility is also incomparable.

The people in Qi and Lu are very persistent in their children's education, just like the parents in later generations who would rather take out high loans to buy a shabby school district house and send their children to key middle schools. It is not surprising that these villagers do irrational things in order to give the next generation more hope of going out.

Poor parents in the world!

With mixed feelings, Yang Mo looked at the old man who was groveling in front of him, a junior, and sighed, "My fellow villager, it's not that the company has no money... In fact, as long as there is a need, the company can afford to donate another 100 Hope Primary Schools."

The old man's eyes lit up, and then he panicked: "Then, then, then, young leader, why don't you want to build a Hope Primary School in our village?"

Yang Mo was silent for a while, then he glanced at the villagers with different expressions, and said in a louder voice: "Because our company has certain requirements for setting up Hope Primary Schools in villages... I'm sure you've heard about them."

The old man's face was even more terrified. "Little leader, I know that the Hope Primary Schools you donated are all located in the villages that have helped you before. I also know that you will come up with some other projects to repay your kindness... But, but, but, we don't ask you to help me with those projects... We just want to simply build a primary school for our village... Is that okay?"

At this point, the old man's eyes almost turned into pleading: "Really, we can pay for it ourselves... I promise you, just give us two months, we can definitely raise ten... No, we can definitely raise two hundred thousand!"

Yang Mo stared at him for a while, then slowly shook his head: "No, fellow, you probably don't really understand what we mean by the door and conditions... Our drilling company is not short of money, and we don't need you to collect the 200,000 yuan;"

"In fact, if you just ask around, you'll find out that the money we invested in those 120 villages was no less than million!"

"Although the beginning of all this was mainly because of those dozens of chickens, it was not just because of those chickens... With your decades of life experience... you should understand the reasons."

The old man's face turned visibly pale, and he laughed bitterly: "I understand. Your drilling company is doing these projects out of gratitude, but it also depends on whether the other party's character and behavior are worthy of your help... and our village... ah~ no wonder you don't agree!"

After being pointed out so bluntly by the old man, all the villagers were terrified with shame. With great loss, several families with school-age children almost squatted on the ground and cried.

The current atmosphere in the Shanghe area is not very good. Their village has done many despicable things in recent years, and the drilling company is naturally among the victims.

But they never imagined that their actions would inadvertently affect their children.

This is a Hope Primary School with no tuition fees and provided food and clothing!
Come and find college students who are as talented as Wenquxing to be teachers for these kids!
With these teachers teaching the kids, if they are ambitious enough, won't they be able to go to college in the future?

After graduating from university, you will be a high-level intellectual. It will only take a few minutes to leave the rural areas, pass the civil service examination, and enter a good unit.

But all this...

I ruined it all by myself!
When they thought of this, many villagers wanted to bang their heads against the wall, and many people's eyes began to turn bloodshot... In their hearts, entering university is the only golden road that their descendants can see.

"Li Sanhuai!"

The old man yelled through gritted teeth.

"Uncle, I'm here!"

A sturdy man in his forties in the distance responded in a muffled voice.

"Get out of the way, let the driver go!"

The old man's face looked a little gray, like an eggplant hit by frost.

The sturdy man responded hesitantly, and then asked, "What about those four truckloads of goods...?"

The old man was furious: "You bastards! I have lost all my face today because of you useless bastards!... All of you get out of here... Go back home!"

As he spoke, the old man took a quick breath, moved away from Yang Mo and the others, snatched the money from the other old man, and handed it to Yang Mo: "Li Sanhuai, by the way, give the three sheep to the young leaders... I made a fool of myself today, so take these three sheep back and stew them as an apology!"

Seeing the half-empty spirits of these old men, Yang Mo sighed and pushed the money back: "What should be compensated must be compensated... Fellow villagers, you don't have to be too disappointed. Our company will work with local authorities every year. In addition to statistics on the products of each village, we will also give a comprehensive score of the local customs and people;"

"As long as the overall score is above B+, you don't have to ask us. We will build a Hope Primary School for your village free of charge within our capacity in the next few years."

Yang Mo smiled and said, "You probably don't know that whether it's the Hope Primary School or the aid investment project, the drilling company has a relevant budget every year...but not all of this money can be spent."

Hearing what Yang Mo meant, several old men raised their heads in unison and looked at the young man in front of them with disbelief: "Young leader...you mean, as long as our village reforms, then, then, then..."

Seeing that he didn't come up with anything for a long time, Yang Mo just smiled meaningfully: "Don't ask me, ask yourselves... Anyway, you just need to know that if you build a phoenix tree, the phoenix will come naturally."

"However, if you are willing, you may help look after our company's vehicles during this period... After all, they are transporting supplies to those Hope Primary Schools. Protecting them from harm can also be considered as accumulating some merit for yourself."

After saying that, he said something, turned around and left. He never got back the four thousand yuan that was actually extorted from him.

The old men looked at each other for a while as if they were doubting their lives, and then they reacted.

"Li Sanhuai~! You son of a bitch! Hurry up and get the sheep to the little leader's car!"

"And! Hey, so-and-so, you bastards, get over here right now! Chop up those two wooden roadblocks and send them to the village canteen as firewood... Remember this, if anyone dares to throw any of that crap onto the road in the future, I'll break his legs!"

………………

Ten minutes later, as the four large trucks disappeared from their sight, the three 212s gradually started up.

Yang Mo looked at the fat man beside him with some displeasure. Just when he was about to ask him why he changed the plan so ambiguously and greatly advanced the timeline...

With a squeak.

The convoy suddenly stopped.

"Chief Yang, there's someone blocking the road ahead!"

After seeing the person coming from the front, the driver had a strange expression and moved his right hand away from the glove box on the passenger side.

Um? ?

Yang Mo, who was sitting in the back seat, bent over and was about to look forward.

QQ~
Following two knocks on the car window, a man and a woman with cameras appeared outside the car.

"Hello, Chief Yang, I'm a reporter from Reference News. Could I have a few minutes of your time?" A female reporter who looked ordinary showed her ID.

"Reference News"?
Yang Mo's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his expression became solemn...

(End of this chapter)