Traveling through the Great Northern Wilderness and marrying the most beautiful educated youth.

Su Qingyun's mind was about to explode.

Unfortunately, these people were all elders, village secretaries, and highly respected figures.

If you want to develop your career, you need to build good relationships.

"Dear uncles, grandpas, and secretaries! Please speak slowly, I'm not going to run away..."

Su Qingyun had no choice but to park her bicycle and walk into the crowd.

"You bunch of bastards, seeing our village get rich, you all want to take advantage! Let me tell you, Su Qingyun is in Xiangyang Village, he's not going anywhere!"

Su Xiaowen was also panicked. Was this some kind of bride kidnapping? Whoever snatched her was hers! If Su Qingyun was taken away by you, what would happen to our village?

Like a mother hen protecting her chicks, he spread his arms and shielded Su Qingyun behind him.

Unfortunately, two fists can't fight four hands, and he was pushed aside in two moves.

"Qingyun, the average income per person in our village is only a little over fifty yuan. We're barely able to afford food. You can't just ignore us!"

"Qingyun, our village has the best apple trees, but we just can't sell them. You have to help us."

"Our village has large grasslands, perfect for grazing livestock!"

"Our village is full of beautiful young women and wives; I just want to find a job!"

Su Qingyun glanced at the bald man who had spoken, and silently made a mental note of him.

The chaotic scene left Su Qingyun bewildered, and just as she was worrying, a dignified figure walked over.

"Look at you all, what a state you've become! This is the commune, not your own private bed!"

As soon as those two sentences were spoken, the courtyard fell silent. The secretaries, looking ashamed, dispersed from their encirclement.

Commune leader Qiu Tingjiang walked over, extended his hand, and Su Qingyun quickly shook hands with him.

"Qingyun, you've given me a really big surprise."

"I heard you got something, a year-end bonus?"

Qiu Tingjiang was very interested.

"Yes, President Qiu."

I received a lump sum payment of 300 yuan, equivalent to five months' salary, as a year-end bonus.

In addition, each person will receive New Year's goods worth 100 yuan.

Su Qingyun explained the farm's welfare policies.

A collective gasp filled the air. The village secretaries had only vaguely heard the term "year-end bonus" before, and didn't have a clear understanding of it. After hearing the specific amount, they were all stunned.

Three hundred yuan plus one hundred yuan worth of supplies is far too generous.

Qiu Tingjiang laughed heartily:

"Qingyun, after hearing what you said, I don't even want to be the president anymore. Do you need any more people? I'd like to work for you too."

"President Qiu, you must be joking."

Qiu Tingjiang shook his head:

"I'm not joking. I've been a company president for decades, and I don't even earn as much as one of your ordinary workers."

He was telling the truth.

Xiaheyan Town is a traditional agricultural town, and its largest source of income is agricultural tax.

Farmers were already poor, and the commune was certainly not wealthy either, which is why they were so moved after hearing about the farm's welfare benefits.

"President Qiu, if you really want to come, I'll give you a salary of one hundred yuan a month."

Su Qingyun said with a smile.

A capable person like Qiu Tingjiang is at least qualified to be a manager, and managing a trading company in the provincial capital would be no problem for him.

Those who can sit in the position of commune head are by no means ordinary people.

"How much? One hundred yuan a month?"

Old Gao's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and the other secretaries were also amazed. The monthly salary of a prefectural party secretary was about that amount, and Qiu Tingjiang was still far from reaching that level.

"You, Su Qingyun, are really generous."

Qiu Tingjiang was also stunned. Although he knew that Su Qingyun was financially well-off, he did not expect that the other party could casually offer such a monthly salary.

"Qingyun, you have corrupted my Dao heart."

If I had no other attachments, I really would like to visit your farm.

Unfortunately, I can't let go of Xiaheyan Commune, and I can't let go of the tens of thousands of people there.

Qiu Tingjiang's voice was calm and his tone was not impassioned, yet it moved everyone present.

These words might sound hollow and pretentious if spoken by someone else, but when Qiu Tingjiang said them, no one doubted his sincerity.

His hard work for the commune over the years is evident to all. It is precisely because of his presence that the production order in Xiaheyan Town has not collapsed, as evidenced by the numerous chaotic situations in neighboring towns.

Because he has poured so much effort into this land, no matter how generous the conditions offered by Su Qingyun, he will not leave.

Su Qingyun was deeply moved, realizing that there really were people who were wholeheartedly dedicated to making a living for the people.

"President Qiu, I apologize for being presumptuous."

"Your contributions to the commune cannot be described in monetary terms." Su Qingyun apologized sincerely.

"Hehe, there's no need for that."

People's pursuit of a better life is only natural, and this is precisely the significance of the country's economic opening up.

"So, I'd like to ask you for a favor," Qiu Tingjiang said in a deep voice.

"President Qiu, please speak." Su Qingyun nodded earnestly.

"Please find a way to lead all the villages to develop together."

Qiu Tingjiang's gaze swept over the dozen or so village secretaries.

"Of course, I won't make things difficult for you. Whether to help or not, and how to help, is entirely up to you."

On behalf of the more than 50,000 people in Xiaheyan Town, thank you!

As Qiu Tingjiang was about to bow, Su Qingyun quickly reached out to help him up.

"President Qiu, you're too kind! I'll definitely help you with this!"

Seeing Su Qingyun make his stance clear in public, everyone beamed with joy and had high hopes for the future.

The group moved to the commune's meeting room.

Qiu Tingjiang sat in the main seat, holding up three fingers, exuding an air of authority:

There are three things to discuss at today's meeting.

Everyone present took their seats and took out paper and pens to take careful notes.

"The first thing is to implement Su Qingyun's plan to plant 10,000 mu of soybeans at Beidahuang Farm. This is the most important task for Xiaheyan Commune in the new year."

Lao Gao was the first to raise his hand in agreement:

"Our Gaojia Village supports this; we can provide 800 mu of land!"

Fearing being beaten to it, Su Xiaowen immediately followed:

"Our Xiangyang Village has a thousand acres!" Xiangyang Village is Su Qingyun's foundation, and he will certainly not fall behind.

The secretaries of the other villages also reported the acreage.

The land ranges from 500 mu to 600 mu, 300 mu, 200 mu, and even the smallest village can offer 100 mu of land.

Qiu Tingjiang noted down the area reported by each village, knowing that some villages' land had already been contracted out to individual households and could not be forcibly allocated.

But he believes that once the autumn soybean harvest is plentiful, those farmers who were waiting on the sidelines will naturally take the initiative to follow suit.

All the villages combined have a total land area of ​​over 11,000 mu, and the plan to plant soybeans on 10,000 mu has been initially implemented.

"The second thing is that Su Qingyun will take the lead in helping each village and connecting them with suitable industrial projects."

This has been a long-held concern of mine, and now it has finally come to an end.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Gao immediately raised his hand:

"Qingyun has agreed to help our village develop a rice cultivation industry, and I will fully cooperate!"

He took the lead and looked at the other secretaries with a smug expression.

The two secretaries sitting next to him immediately joked and complained that he was stealing benefits, but Lao Gao didn't care at all.

Su Qingyun spoke up to reassure everyone:

"Secretaries, please don't be anxious. I will develop a special investment plan based on the resources and endowments of each village to ensure that all villages can get development projects."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and Old Gao mustered his courage to ask further:

"Will the farmers in our village who participate in the project be able to receive year-end bonuses like farm workers?"

This question hit the nail on the head, and the meeting room fell silent instantly as everyone pricked up their ears, waiting for an answer.

"There will be an end-of-year bonus. Working with me will definitely not treat everyone unfairly, but the bonus amount must be linked to individual performance. The more you work, the more you earn, and there will be strict assessments."

"Let me make this clear from the start: if you're thinking of taking advantage of the system, coasting along, or being lazy, you'd better give up that idea now."

Su Qingyun was willing to help everyone, but she would never be a sucker without any bottom line. Her words were blunt and merciless, yet no one raised any objections.

Old Gao slammed his fist on the table to declare his stance:

"Anyone who dares to shirk responsibility or cheat will be severely punished!"

"Qingyun, don't worry, if anyone messes up, I'll break their legs!"

The village secretaries are the most respected people in their respective villages, and their words carry weight.

Qiu Tingjiang raised his hand and tapped the table, adding in a stern tone:

"Anyone who slacks off or drags their feet will be stripped of their official position!"