Pamper Eighties

Feng Yimin brought his family back to Taoyuan Village. It was almost three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Mrs. Feng was thinking about them all day. To say who she misses the most is her own little granddaughter. Now, I can't see Mengmeng for a day. She misses so much in her heart, she can't do anything, she stands in her own shop selling things, and from time to time, she looks in the direction of the mountain intersection, talking in her mouth. Said: "This eldest son is also true. It's almost three-thirty, and he hasn't brought people back. What are you doing wild outside?"

Just after she finished speaking, Feng Yimin's figure appeared at the intersection of the mountain, and Su Wan and the three little dolls followed him. Madam Feng saw them from a distance, and her face immediately burst into laughter, even her Without realizing it, he had already rushed out of the canteen, ran quickly to the intersection of the mountain, hugged Mengmeng and said, "Oh my little darling, why did you walk back by yourself? But I feel bad for my grandma. , does your foot hurt?"

She checked Mengmeng from head to toe and found that she was fine everywhere, so she felt relieved, stood up and raised her eyebrows and said, "You two have no conscience, how can you let Mengmeng go by herself? How about coming back? She's still so young, what if she hurts her foot? Where's the car you hired? Why don't you send you back?"

Feng Yimin knew that he couldn't do it if he didn't explain it clearly, otherwise he would bury him to death, so he quickly said to Mrs. Feng, "Mom, you have misunderstood, I've been holding Mengmeng all this way, and she just saw that she was about to die. When I got home, I started arguing that I wanted to go down by myself. Don't I have to rely on her? Our business was very good today. We ran into a high-profile customer who packed up the rest of the fruit we sold and took the car away. He drove away, and I took their mother to a restaurant in the provincial capital to have a good meal, and then I came back slowly."

After listening to the old lady Feng, she stopped blaming him. Mengmeng is her heart and soul. Whoever dares to make Mengmeng suffer, she will make someone suffer. Only then did she notice that her eldest son was holding a The cardboard box, he said with some doubts: "What did you bring back?"

Feng Yimin glanced at the box and said, "Mom, this is a special Moutai liquor I bought from the provincial capital. There are five bottles in total. This liquor is very good. I thought of bringing it back so that you and Dad can taste it together. Don't we have a lot of Ganoderma lucidum at home? It should be much better than those ordinary wines if you soak it in a little."

The reputation of Moutai is so great that even the old country lady Feng has heard of its name. Knowing that the eldest son cares about their husband and wife, she can't help but feel a little relieved, but she still said frugally: "This is The stuff is precious and precious. I have seen it in the stores in the provincial capital. You may not be able to buy a ticket if you have a ticket. How expensive is it for such a small bottle? Where can it be used to make wine? Bubble, you shouldn't waste such expensive wine."

Feng Yimin told his mother about going to dinner today, and comforted her with a smile: "Mom, this wine is a little expensive, but it's still wine no matter how expensive it is. How can it compare to you and your dad's body? Don't worry, I'll buy it after I finish drinking it. Isn't it just a few bottles of Maotai? Our family can still afford it. By the way, I made more than 30,000 yuan selling fruit today, and all of them were deposited into Mengmeng's account. Here, let Xiaowan hand over the passbook to you later."

This sounded soothing, and Madam Feng couldn't help but narrow her eyes with a smile, then nodded her head and said kindly, "That's fine, I'll get a piece of Ganoderma lucidum into bubbles tomorrow, and if it really works, let's put some other bottles in it. It's also soaked, this wine is so expensive, but you can't give it to outsiders, we can just drink it at home, don't say it out to attract people's attention."

"Mom, don't worry, I'm measured, let's go home quickly, Mengmeng hasn't taken a nap today, look at her little head, it's almost like a chicken pecking at the rice."

Madam Feng hurriedly went to see Mengmeng, and found that she was still dozing off with her eyes closed. She looked very cute. Madam Feng carefully put her little head on her shoulder, even His voice became smaller: "I haven't slept in this poor day. Let's go home quickly and let Mengmeng lie on the bed and sleep well. Children can't be short of sleep, otherwise they won't grow taller in the future."

Madam Feng walked ahead with Mengmeng in her arms. When she passed the canteen, she didn't even look inside, and walked back to her house on her own. In her heart, nothing was as important as Mengmeng. She He took Mengmeng back home, went directly into the room, put her on the cot, and carefully took off her shoes and wiped her face, seeing Mengmeng turned over and sleeping soundly, she was Covered Mengmeng with the quilt and walked out, and went to the kitchen to make lingzhi wine.

When Feng Yimin returned to the village, he was still not idle. He walked out of the door and came to the brigade. Sure enough, he saw Zhang Guangming who was fiddling with the abacus with his head down. He walked over and sat on the chair in front, knocked on the table and said: "Guangming, I have something I want to discuss with you. The watermelons in our village are about to ripen, and there are still people planting peaches this year. We have to help contact the sales of so many fruits, or they will rot in the ground. Any ideas?"

Zhang Guangming thought about it for a while before saying, "Our village has just established an agricultural experimental base, so we have to make some achievements for the leaders above to take a good look at, otherwise next year's subsidy will be useless, isn't it almost May Day? From the Railway Bureau and the Wuqi Machinery Factory, can we get in touch first, their employees will definitely receive benefits."

"This is an idea." Feng Yimin nodded, and became a little embarrassed. Facing Zhang Guangming, he had nothing to hide, so he directly expressed his concerns: "This year, we have grown more watermelons in the village. These two units will definitely not be able to sell that much. Speaking of which, Wang Gouzhu helped us last year. He sold all the watermelons, and the money he earned was immediately seized by the police and distributed to the villagers. Man, it is precisely because of this that we didn't have a good sales market last year, otherwise it would be much easier this year, we don't have a network in the provincial capital, and it's not easy to find a suitable sales channel."

Zhang Guangming also agreed when he mentioned this. He pushed the abacus aside, wiped his face and said, "The Railway Bureau and the Wuqi Machinery Factory can consume thousands of watermelons at most. I don't know if they are willing to ask for honey. As for peaches, I also grow quite a lot at home. Even if we go out to the self-employed to underwrite them, we won’t be able to sell that many. If it really doesn’t work, we can just sell them to the acquisition station. I went to the commune a few days ago, and the acquisition station The director He also mentioned to me, but their purchase price is a bit too low, we will suffer the most from selling the fruit to them, and they will make a profit from the difference, so I did not agree."

Feng Yimin sneered and said, "Our village is now in Director He's eyes, but Xiangmomo. He also told me the last time he met me, and I immediately rejected it. What an international joke, even if I agree, The people in our village also refused to agree. The watermelons that were grown so hard were bought so cheaply that everyone would poke me in the spine. Actually, I still have an idea, but it’s a little difficult to handle.”

Without waiting for Zhang Guangming to ask, Feng Yimin took the initiative to say: "I'm going to the provincial capital to sell watermelons today. The watermelons in our village are very easy to sell there. No one bargained for the price I offered, which means that our watermelons are still good. If we can't find a market for something that is in short supply, let's just hire a few cars and transport the watermelons to the provincial capital to sell. We don't need to give the price difference to others. There is just one more concern. People in our village. So many, every family grows watermelons, and the size and quality are also a little different, so I am afraid that everyone is not of the same mind, after all, it is not the era of eating big pot rice, and it will be difficult for us village cadres to do it."

Zhang Guangming was also a little worried and said: "That's what we said, last year we sold 50 cents a pound, but let's be honest, some people's watermelons are more serious, and they can't sell at this price. It looks like a melon is cracked. If I were a guest, I wouldn't want to buy his watermelon. If we all sell it for 50 cents, wouldn't it be a scam? Although the truth is said, but look at Feng Dakang, he He is not someone who understands the truth, and he will definitely have something to say at that time, alas, being a village cadre is difficult."

Feng Yimin curled his lips and said, "Don't worry about Feng Dakang, he is about to lose face in our village. If he doesn't know the face, we don't have to worry about him, let him find a market on his own, I'm the biggest My concern is that now the household is contracted, I, the village head, don't have that much power. If the villagers are not in harmony, this thing will not be done. Well, let's not talk about it first, there is really no way to do it. , what do you think of using my method again?"

Zhang Guangming nodded and said, "That's the only way to do it. Then let's be diligent tomorrow, and before Labor Day comes, hurry to the provincial capital to find sales channels. It's a little bit if we can sell it."

Before the cadres of Taoyuan Village could go out to find sales, the sales came to the door by themselves. It was the fruit guy from Sun Mingjun. He was a very shrewd trader. Ever since he saw the fruits of Lao Feng’s family that day, he has been thinking about it from the bottom of his heart. After getting on, he also spent a lot of money to inquire about the situation of Taoyuan Village. He was surprised to find that there was a village that was rich in high-quality fruits in the suburbs so close to the provincial capital. It was like Like Baoshan, if he can wholesale fruit from Taoyuan Village, not only the transportation cost is low, but also the freshest fruit can be continuously supplied to the provincial capital and nearby cities, then the profit will be huge, understand this. One point, Sun Mingjun rushed to Taoyuan Village the next day, for fear that this opportunity to make a fortune would be taken away by others.

When he came to the village, he found that he seemed to have made a wrong calculation. He went to discuss with the farmers who grow watermelons in private, but he didn't expect that the other party would not listen to him at all, and looked at him with the eyes of a liar. Someone quietly reported to Feng Yimin.

The villager who told the whistleblower said this: "Village chief, no good, there is another liar in our village, and he is connecting everywhere in our village, hum, we will not be fooled by these liars, so we No one pays any attention to him, village chief, go and have a look, lest some people be deceived by liars."

Upon receiving such news, several village cadres took it seriously. Feng Guoqiang patted the table on the spot and said, "I really turned against them, thinking that all the people in our village are paper tigers? If you catch a liar and dare to come back with another liar, I Bring someone to meet him now, and we must teach these liars a hard lesson, if tigers don’t show their power, they will treat us as sick cats.”

Feng Yimin hurriedly stopped him and said, "Guoqiang, don't be so impulsive, let's go out and see him first. If it's a liar, we'll arrest him. This is our territory, can the liar escape? Where is he now? Take me to see him."

The villager walked ahead diligently and led the way, and did not forget to pat his chest to express his credit: "Village chief, we learned to be smart this time, only your village cadres are really good for us, and we don't believe what other people say. Yes, there are too many liars in this world, those of us who are not smart should be honest."

Feng Yimin was a little relieved in his heart, but he still didn't finish his words: "You are half right, things that can make money will attract liars, but our village cadres are not omnipotent, it is right to help everyone, just be afraid Sometimes we can't see it, for example, the fake car license that the liar Wang used, he doesn't know if he's not a professional police officer, so we should all be vigilant and don't get fooled easily."

The villager led a few village officials to the watermelon field of another villager. Sure enough, he saw a strange middle-aged man standing on the field ridge and trying to persuade the people in the village. Feng Yimin recognized it immediately. Isn't this just yesterday? That fruit guy, he seems to be called Sun Mingjun or something. His outfit is similar to yesterday, except that he has a bigger briefcase. Full of cash, if he is sincere to do business with Taoyuan Village, that is also a good way.

Thinking of this, Feng Yimin became interested, lowered his voice and said to several village officials around him: "I know this person, I went to the provincial capital to sell watermelons yesterday and I saw him, and he himself said that he specializes in selling fruits. The trader, his name is Sun Mingjun, his nickname is Fruit Guy, don't talk, let me meet him."

Feng Yimin walked to the field ridge and started shouting from a distance, "Is that Comrade Sun? What are you doing in our village?"

The fruit guy turned around when he heard the voice. He was not surprised at all when he saw Feng Yimin, until he heard the villagers next to him say that Feng Yimin is the village head here, and he was completely taken aback. He quickly trotted over and stretched out his hands. , holding Feng Yimin's hand enthusiastically, shaking it vigorously, and said with a particularly polite smile: "Oh, so you are the village chief here, it's a pleasure to meet you, I bought your fruit yesterday and it's been there all the time. I was thinking in my heart that such good fruits can’t be sold out, so I came here early this morning. You are such a good leader, Village Chief Feng. I have seen the watermelons produced in your village just now, and they are all grown well. Very good, all of them are big and sweet. I am a businessman and I won't tell you that. I especially like the watermelons in your village and those peaches. If you want, you can wholesale these fruits. Give it to me, you can rest assured, I will give the villagers a satisfactory price to ensure that you will not suffer any losses."

It's a bit interesting, since he said so, Feng Yimin laughed and said: "Boss Sun, you are too kind, we welcome you to come to our village. Our Taoyuan Village is the first batch of agricultural planting experimental bases in the province. There are also agricultural experts sent from the provincial capital to set up a research base here. I am not bragging. The watermelons and other fruits in our village are grown with high technology, so they have never been worried about sales. Said that this year, several state units have already ordered fruit with us, so I said that Boss Sun has a very good vision, but I don't know what price you plan to buy fruit from our village?"

This question came to the point, the fruit guy's eyes rolled flexibly, and he said tentatively: "Feng village chief, you also know me as a person, I am the fruit guy who is the most honest in business, the one in your village. Watermelon and peaches are really good, so let me wrap up all the fruits you produce, and a pound is calculated as two cents, which is definitely not low, what do you think?"

A few village cadres had not had time to answer, but the villagers on the sidelines were unhappy, and immediately some villagers said with great contempt: "Bah, do you think we are fools for this price? Let me tell you, our villagers Watermelons can be sold for 50 cents a pound. You only pay us 2 cents to send beggars? We are high-grade watermelons grown with high technology. From seed selection to seedling to sowing, every link is There is expert guidance, but it’s not those muddy legs who are just random. You only pay such a small price, do you look down on us or someone? Look, I said he was a liar, and I guessed it right.”

The fruit guy got anxious when he heard it, especially when the village cadres looked at him with scrutiny, he quickly defended himself and said, "How can I be a liar? I really want to buy fruit from you. , I'm also helping you. I've brought cash this time. If you think it's appropriate, I can buy as much as you take off on the spot, and I'll pay for it and deliver it. It's definitely not false. It's better to get the money in your hands, and you don't have to work hard anymore, isn't it better? I'll say it again, I can pay cash on the spot, I'm saying this, you should know my sincerity, right?"

The more he talked, the more proud he felt. It was rare to see a buyer with such a wealth of money as him. In the past, when he went to other places, as long as he offered this condition, the farmers who kept it there would have to agree with gratitude, without any bargaining. He was originally unwilling to charge such a high price. After all, he is a second-hand dealer and always has to leave enough profit margins for himself. It is not because Feng Yimin is standing here, and he is the village chief of this village. He bought it at a high price yesterday. He bought the fruit from his family and realized the big appetite of these people, so he set a high price for them. In his opinion, his price was already quite attractive. I don't believe it at all. After all, the reason why he was willing to pay a high price to buy from Feng Yimin yesterday was to catch big fish on a long line. Now it seems that his goal has been achieved. Privately giving some benefits to a few village cadres will definitely be able to buy the fruit smoothly.

The abacus in the fruit man's heart was jingling, and he thought he was very generous and said to Feng Yimin: "Feng village chief, you are a sensible person, and you should also know the market conditions in the provincial capital. In a few days, it will be the May Day Labor Day. , when the time comes, there will definitely be in-demand fruits from all over the world. Anything from Xinjiang and northern Shaanxi will be available. What are the fruits in your village to use to compete with others? Fruits are not worth much when there are too many, not to mention the ones in the city. There are so many choices for people. I sincerely want to do business with you. You have to be considerate and considerate of me. My family has to eat, right? If I give you the purchase price of 50 cents a pound, I don’t need to do this business. I've done it, aren't I busy in vain? I have to get out of the car and get the goods, and I have to run the sales myself. All these piles are piled up with money, and all these have costs. In the end, I can't make much money, it's just a hard work, or we'll all take a step back, how about twenty-five cents a pound?"

Feng Yimin was a little speechless after hearing this. They sell fruit in their village, and they can sell it for 50 cents a pound. Why should he sell it to this fruit guy at half the price? Sure enough, the two dealers don't have a good thing, so they know how to exploit farmers, but it's a pity He was wrong, they were not peasants who had not seen the world.

Feng Yimin held his attitude vigorously and restrained the smile on his face. He only squinted at the fruit guy and said lightly: "Boss Sun, I believe you are very sincere, and you will not touch it if you are not sincere. Come to our village, right? But the folks in our village do have difficulties. Just like what they said to you just now, we are a provincial agricultural experimental base. The leaders of the province are watching, and specially sent agricultural experts to the whole process. Responsible for guidance, it is a real high-tech agricultural product, not those messy ordinary fruits. The cost of our farming is different from others. The seeds are specially cultivated, and the entire production process is also high-tech. Let me tell you the truth , even if the price is 50 cents a pound, the people in our village are not very happy. We basically have no profit at this price, and we are selling at a loss, but the folks really sold it for 50 cents a pound last year. All the old customers came to book, so we didn't plan to raise the price. Who told us to be farmers who farm the land honestly? But you only pay 25.1 jin, which is absolutely impossible. Not even a single labor fee can be earned back.”

Feng Guoqiang had long been disliked by this fruit guy, and said sarcastically at this time: "You get what you pay for, I see that you also opened the watermelons of the villagers just now, so you should know that the quality of watermelons in our village is very poor. Don't waste our time if you can't afford the price, the minimum price is 50 cents a pound, if it's less than this price, you don't need to talk nonsense, no one in our village will promise you."

Feng Guoqiang didn't give any face at all, and said loudly to the villagers in front of the fruit guy: "You all listen to me, whoever sells the watermelon privately for a cheap price will be fooled and don't come to the brigade. Cry, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, just wait for a big loss if you are greedy for a small gain."

Feng Guoqiang is also very shrewd. He knows that his identity is more intimidating, and it is more suitable for him to sing black faces than Feng Yimin, so he has a tacit understanding and swears words first. It is like this in the countryside. Sometimes it is more useful to say harsh words than to be nice, and the villagers eat this way.

The fruit guy didn't expect the people in this village to be so difficult to deal with, and he was so greedy. If he really bought it at the price of 50 cents a pound, what kind of money would he make? Then he would be the one who lost money and made a noise. , at such a high price, there is not much room for him to increase the price. Besides, it is not easy for him to let go of the price. Losing him was even more uncomfortable than killing him, so he pretended to be aggrieved and said, "The price is not suitable, we can discuss it again, I believe that there are not many people like me who come to buy it with cash on their own initiative. Didn't you all say just now that you only booked some? You've worked so hard to find a way to sell it, why don't you just sell it to me directly, I'll raise the price a little more for you, three cents a pound, no, no, three Fifty-one jin, do you think it's suitable? This price is already the highest purchase price. I can't bear it no matter how high it is. It's not easy to do business. How about we take a step back? I’m here to buy from you, business is a long-term process, you don’t only grow watermelons for one year, I see other fruits are grown in your village, and I can help you sell them at that time, what do you think?”

"Boss Sun, we really can't agree with your price. Unless you can pay 50 cents a pound, you don't need to say more here. It's impossible for the people in our village to agree." Feng Yimin certainly wouldn't be that stupid. Now, they can make an extra 15 cents by finding a market for themselves. All the fruits in the whole village add up to a huge sum of money. Not only does he disagree, but the people in the village also refuse to agree. Staring at the fruit guy is like looking at a liar, and there is also a faint hatred, as if the fruit guy is here to cheat money from them, don't you think they are fools? They won't be fooled by the fruit guy.

The villagers looked at the fruit guy and hesitated for a long time. Seeing that he still did not ask to increase the price, they knew that there was no drama, and they completely lost interest in him. Standing here watching the fun wasting time, they might as well go to work in the fields. , they rolled their eyes and parted, ignoring the fruit guy.

The villagers can be self-willed, but Feng Yimin, the village chief, is not so lucky. He has to calmly appease the fruit guy and say, "Boss Sun, don't have the same knowledge as the people in our village. They are all old farmers who don't know how to know the world. I can't hide something in my heart. You saw it just now. Your price is too low. Even if we agree to agree, the villagers will not agree. These fruits are all grown by their hard work. It’s the cost price, and I can’t make much money, why don’t you go back and think about it? If you really want to buy, you are welcome to come to our village at any time before our fruit goes on sale.”

There are no more irrelevant people here, only the fruit guy and a few village cadres, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Feng village chief, look at what you said, I, Sun Mingjun, can be regarded as a person who has traveled to many places. There are different customs. I understand this. The villagers are also simple. You can rest assured that I will not take it to heart, but I am really sincere. Otherwise, it is fate that we meet. I am outside your commune. Set up a banquet, how about inviting you all to go out and have a good time? I also have a little intention here, so let's make friends, there are many ways to have friends. "

As the fruit guy talked, he quietly took out a corner of the cash in the bag. The expression on his face couldn't be more obvious. He wanted to bribe the village cadres. He had seen such people a lot. Enough benefits, keeping them will act obediently, so the fruit guy is still very confident.

But he was quickly dumbfounded, because the village cadres in front of him all turned black, and even Feng Yimin, who had always been gentle, had a stern face and said coldly, "Boss Sun, what do you mean? ? Do you think we are begging you for benefits? You are wrong, we are acting on our conscience, your price is not good or not, don't have such crooked thoughts with us, you can do business with dignity and we are always ready Welcome, if you use these crooked doors, don't blame me for not reminding you, be careful when you fall into the public security bureau."

"You, you, how can you talk like that?" The fruit guy's thoughts were exposed by him on the spot, and he caught a glimpse of the cannibalistic eyes of the village cadres, and his face suddenly turned red and white with anger, and he kindly made friends with them , I didn't expect the other party to be so ignorant of flattery and shouted out loudly. Sure enough, poor mountains and bad waters are making troublesome people. These people are simply not normal people. How did you become a village cadre?

There was not much time left for him to be stunned. Feng Guoqiang felt very annoying when he saw him, and immediately said rudely: "Boss Sun, since the business can't be done, please leave our village. If you continue to mess around, Be careful I catch you as a blind stray."

The fruit guy was so angry at him that he almost choked to death. Fortunately, he still remembered whose territory was here, and he didn't dare to run wild here, but gave them a resentful look, and hurriedly hurried. left.

Feng Guoqiang stared at the back of him leaving, and said sarcastically: "Bah, no scumbags, he treats us like nothing, who can think of his goodness? Planting a little watermelon will make a household of 10,000 yuan, and he thought we were village cadres who were only paid a few dozen yuan in dead wages.

Feng Guoqiang is a very upright man. He is a revolutionary hero who once fought on the battlefield to kill the enemy. He despises such slanderous villain behavior the most. It wasn't to defend the village, he had already given up his job, and the other village cadres felt the same way. They were all the best in the village. If they wanted to bribe them with benefits, it would be a fool's dream, impossible. of.

"Why do you care about people like him? He can only be a little crooked. He reminded us that it's time to find a market for the watermelon." fell into contemplation.