Don’t Mess with Shennong

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Lu Dashan was dumbfounded by Wang Ping's "Who are you?", Because the two stupid people in the impression will smirk at anyone, rarely have a temper, and belong to people who are not bullied and will not resist too fiercely.

Who ever thought he was just going out for a year, he changed.

It's no longer the second idiot you are familiar with.

"Haha, Erbao is really kidding. I'm Dashan. We used to play together when we were kids. Willn't I even forget it?" Lu Dashan felt the situation was bad and his speed changed his strategy.

Even the title has changed.

"When I was a kid, I often played with Wencai, but not many others." Wang Pingping is still so straight, honest, kind, handsome, and especially likes to tell the truth.

"Yes, I often play with Wencai, and you. You can't remember this. You might not remember it. By the way, what are you doing in the village committee courtyard?" Lu Dashan took the initiative to start the conversation.

"Nothing busy, it's not nearly New Year. Give some old people in the village a red envelope to let everyone have a good year." Wang Pingyang raised the bag in his hand, and there were a few unused red envelopes inside.

Lu Dashan did not want to fall behind, with a hint of comparison, said: "Oh, Erbao is okay, I actually know that red packets are being given back to my neighbors. That line, I can't be left behind, I will prepare some red packets for everyone when I return. . "

"Okay, then you are free." Wang Ping'an was too lazy to take care of these things. Others sent red envelopes and had nothing to do with himself.

At the moment, the old people who had received the red envelopes had not left yet. When they heard Lu Dashan say this, they were immediately excited.

There is a saying in the ancients: good things come in pairs, and misfortunes are not alone.

Is it a good thing to be a double today?

Already got a big red envelope from Wang Pingping, can you still get a big red envelope from Lu Dashan?

Oh my god, if this is true, not only will we be able to have a good year, but even the cost of living next year will fall.

"This child in Dashan is really filial. He is very prosperous. At first glance, he has made a fortune outside. He is still thinking about us old people."

"Thank you Dashan, this child I grew up watching. As a child, I said that when he grows up, it must be unusual. This is not a good thing."

"Well, since you have this heart, we guys are very happy, thank you first."

These old men were also scared. When they heard that they had money, they immediately agreed with excitement and deliberately settled the matter with words.

Lu Aimin, an accountant, dragged his son's clothes around a few times and asked him to take back what he had just said.

Because he had long heard that Wang Ping's red envelope for the elderly in the village was 5,000 yuan. His son, how can he be able to withstand the competition?

If you post too much, you can't bear your financial ability, and if you lose too much, you will not only lose face, but will be chewed by the elderly in the village secretly.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

There are five thousand red envelopes issued by Wang Pingping, but only five hundred red envelopes issued by Lu Dashan? Even if it is only two hundred yuan, how cold should it be?

But Lu Dashan was immersed in the praise of others, did not understand the meaning of his father.

"Don't worry, I will prepare the red envelopes tomorrow morning and distribute them in the courtyard of the village committee. It's at this location. When the time comes, don't forget to come." Lu Dashan expressed his emotions and said to everyone.

"Relax, we can't forget it." The old men responded excitedly, and then they helped each other and left the village committee compound.

Village Party Secretary Wang Deli didn't intervene, only after the group of old people left, he coughed and asked with a strange expression: "Dashan, how much red envelopes are you going to give to the lonely old people?"

"One hundred per person? No, give them two hundred per person." When Dashan saw that he had reported the digital amount, the face of the village party secretary and his father changed slightly at the same time, so he only added one hundred to two hundred.

It's just that this expression makes everyone's face even more strange.

"Son, you are ... why are you? Why do you just buy gifts for the widowed elders in the village? Why do you have to give them red envelopes?" Lu Aimin, the village accountant, said entangledly.

Village Party Secretary Wang Deli also said with a smile: "Yeah, it may be more face-saving when it is replaced with a gift. Even buying two barrels of oil and two bags of rice to deliver it is better than directly sealing red envelopes."

"What, what do you mean? How much money did Erbao seal them in the red envelope?" Lu Dashan finally realized that there was a problem with the amount of the red envelope, so I immediately asked for the right idea.

Wang Ping An honestly replied: "Not much, five thousand pieces in a red envelope."

"Five thousand pieces in a red envelope? Are you crazy?" Lu Dashan screamed regretfully, and the smoke in his hand fell.

Wang Ping frowned and didn't want to talk to him, so he walked to his Gbagbo pickup truck and opened the door. Then he replied: "I'm not crazy, I'm fine. I did business this year and made a little money. It's nothing to seal a little money in the red envelope. "

After Wang Ping's speech was finished, he started the pickup truck, and the village secretary and village accountant waved: "You are working hard today, and I will go back first."

"Hey, hey, if you haven't finished talking, why are you leaving?" Lu Dashan wanted to ask him what business he was doing, so profitable, he didn't even put a 5,000 yuan red envelope in his eyes.

It is a pity that the Baboos driving by Wang Ping'an was too strong, and in the buzzing and roaring, the arrow rushed out of the village committee courtyard.

Lu Dashan chased in the past, not catching up with the car, only catching a trail of exhaust and dust.

"Is this car starting too fast? It is faster than my BMW 3 Series! Is the sound really energetic, is it really a pickup truck? This car logo is too strange, there is only a big 'B', wait I use my phone to search which company is out, and I also buy one to open. "

Lu Dashan thought confusedly.

Later, Lu Dashan suddenly asked: "Dad, Uncle Deli, what business is Erbao doing now? Can I make so much money by contracting an orchard?"

"I don't know how much others earn, but Erbao did make a lot of money. The newly built road in the village was built by Wang Ping's funding, including the widening road to the town, which is under construction, and he also contributed it."

"What? He actually paid to help build roads in the village, and also to build roads in the town ... These roads, at least one or two million?" Lu Dashan was shocked, can't believe this is true.

"What is one or two million, and it will take at least five million to start after the full repair." Accountant Lu Aimin replied angrily.

"..." Lu Dashan suddenly felt that he was so small, and on this point of his own family, was he just showing off in front of Wang Ping'an?

Who gives yourself courage?

In this year, he only earned more than half a million yuan. The mortgage bought a BMW three series, plus a predetermined batch of materials, and the remaining cash in his hand was only a few hundred thousand.

What do you compare with yourself?

If I prepared more than 20 red envelopes, 5,000 yuan per person, the savings in my bank card would be gone all at once. How will I live next year?

I'm too difficult. I didn't come to the village committee until I knew it.