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After three days, the business began to stabilize, and Zhang Taiping went to the village chief again and said, "Uncle, now we can gather the villagers to talk about the store."

"Haha, okay, I have been waiting for your words for a long time." The village chief immediately turned on the loudspeaker to notify the villagers.

Now every time the village chief sets up a loudspeaker to inform everyone of a meeting, it is a big deal, and the last few times it has been something that is beneficial to the people, so no matter what you are doing, you can basically put it down temporarily at home.

The workman came to the meeting.

The old village chief looked at the crowd of heads under the stage and said jokingly: "Now you know something good is coming? It's coming pretty fast!"

"Uncle, tell me quickly, everyone is waiting for the good news." Someone shouted with a smile. Some people saw that Zhang Taiping was also present, and based on some gossip that has been spread in the past few days, they have already

I guessed the purpose of today's meeting.

The old village chief coughed and calmed down the noisy villagers below, and said: "Since everyone can't wait, I won't talk nonsense. The marshal opened a store in the city, specializing in selling fruits and vegetables.

, eggs, meat and the like, now that the commander has made a lot of money, I want everyone to make money with him. Let the commander tell you the specific methods and requirements."

After Zhang Taiping came to the stage, he said: "I opened a store in the city, specializing in selling fruits, vegetables, chicken, duck, fish and other things. The profit is not bad. I believe everyone has heard about it." Those few in Zhang Taiping's store

After the people who had been there came back, they couldn't help but spread the word about it in the village, and everyone heard about it.

He pressed his hands to quiet down the noisy villagers. The villagers could also feel that what they said might be crucial. They all listened attentively. The group of people in Nuo Da were actually silent at this moment. Zhang Taiping continued: "Starting tomorrow

At first, everyone had something they wanted to sell, such as vegetables such as tomatoes and cucumbers, etc.

For eggs laid by hens, you can carry the items to Wang Gui's place to register them early in the morning and then put the items in the truck. When the time comes, they will be sold according to the registration situation and then the money will be divided. The money will be divided once a week. Of course.

Things are not allowed to be good or fresh. That’s all. Anyone who has any questions can ask them."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man said: "Commander, do you think you can sell the mushrooms and other mountain products in the mountains?"

Zhang Taiping said with a smile: "Of course you can, and the more the merrier. Fresh wild vegetables are also acceptable, but you must distinguish which ones can be eaten and which ones cannot be eaten, and you can't make any mistakes."

The old man replied happily: "Of course, I will choose it several times at home."

At this time, Wang Laoqiang also asked: "Commander, does my watermelon have this share?"

Zhang Taiping said: "Anything belonging to the villagers can be sold inside, including yours, of course."

Wang Laoqiang was overjoyed when he heard this. He had heard that Zhang Dashuai's watermelons were ripe and sold in the store for three yuan a pound. A twenty-jin watermelon could be sold for more than sixty yuan. He did the math.

Although a watermelon of my own does not weigh more than 20 kilograms, there are always 15 kilograms. Each one costs about 40 yuan. There are thousands of watermelons in that field. How much do they cost? Just think about it.

People can't help but rejoice.

Equally happy were those who were preparing to produce something like Wang Laoqiang. Zhang Taiping's words were undoubtedly a reassurance and strengthened their belief in boldly producing something.

Looking at the happy and eager people below, Zhang Taiping said again: "There is another ugly saying here." The crowd below suddenly became quiet, and they all looked at Zhang Taiping, listening to what other requests he had. "Take it.

The food that comes out must not have been treated with chemical fertilizers or pesticides. This is the most important thing. It is eaten by city people.

It’s just a natural green. If we sell vegetables with chemical fertilizers and pesticides, then why do people have to go all the way to the store to buy them? This is not damaging your personal interests or mine, but it is damaging the reputation of the store, and it is also damaging.

I will benefit the whole village. Then I will be the sinner of the whole village. Don’t blame me for doing anything unkind."

Someone asked below: "It's okay without pesticides, but how will this vegetable grow without chemical fertilizers?"

Zhang Taiping replied: "We don't use chemical fertilizers, but we can use farmyard manure and plant ash. If you are willing to spend money, you can also buy some oil residue and put it on the ground."

"Can I use farmyard fertilizer? I thought you couldn't even use farmyard fertilizer, so there wouldn't be any problem." That person just misunderstood.

At this time, the thoughts in the villagers' minds are unprecedentedly active. They are all thinking about what they can grow so that city people will like it and sell it in stores for a good price. Some people directly plan to follow Zhang Taiping's example and raise thousands of them.

Chickens or digging a pond to raise some fish. This moment really mobilized the enthusiasm of the villagers, as if the shackles of their thoughts were broken. They dared to think and do it!

Just when everyone thought the matter was over and were about to disperse, the old village chief came up to the stage again and said, "Don't leave in a hurry. There is one more thing we want to talk about here."

The villagers froze again, listening to what else the village chief wanted to do.

The old village chief waited until the eyes of the villagers below were focused on him and said: "After discussions in the village, I also collected everyone's opinions and decided to renovate the road from Fengyukou Zongzi to our village.

, although it is a bit unrealistic to build all cement roads, but at least the road surface should be leveled and widened so that cars can drive smoothly and safely."

Although most people already knew this was the result, there was still a commotion below, with people whispering to each other.

"Quiet!" The village chief has absolute authority in the village. He roared and heard the sound of iron needles hitting the ground. "If no one objects, we will start construction after the summer rush. We will discuss specific matters then."

It is a principle that has not changed since ancient times. Originally, a small number of people did not agree with this matter, but now that Zhang Taiping opened a store first, those people looked at Zhang Taiping and silently accepted this matter.

In Taiping, no one came out to oppose the riots. Perhaps this is the role of role models.

Maybe Zhang Taiping didn't know that he had such influence among the villagers without knowing it.

"When you get back, tell these two pieces of news to those who didn't come to the meeting because of something else." The old village chief's words were tantamount to announcing the breakup of the meeting.

After the meeting, the villagers hurried home, thinking about what they should find to sell.

When Zhang Taiping returned home, the three adults were nowhere to be seen, and only three children were in the house. Yaya and Tiantian were writing simple Chinese characters while the other was writing numbers. Ye Ling was practicing calligraphy concentrating on the side with a brush in hand.

After Zhang Taiping entered the house, he asked: "Yaya, where is your mother?"

Yaya raised her head and said, "I don't know where my mother and Aunt Xing went. Aunt Fan Ming is being treated in the back room." Fan Ming's treatment has changed from once a day to once a week now.

"Uncle." Tiantian also greeted Zhang Taiping.

"Yeah." Zhang Taiping nodded, "Are you used to living at home every day?"

"Habit."

Just as he was talking, Xiao Xi flew in from outside, followed by Cai Yazhi and Xing Rushui. They each carried a hoe in their hands, and they came in through the front door.

Zhang Taiping asked strangely: "What are you doing with the hoe now?"

"I've gone to clean up the grass on the field." Cai Yazhi replied placing it under the eaves in front of the door.

Zhang Taiping then remembered that it was almost the fifth month of the lunar calendar, and the wheat was not far away from ripening. There were already grains in the wheat ears, and they would be ready for harvesting in just a few days until they turn yellow.

The fields in mountain villages are rarely flat, and modern machines such as harvesters cannot enter the ground at all, so people must cut off the yellowed wheat one by one. In this case, threshing the wheat field is crucial.

The wheat field is also divided, and often several families share a large wheat field. Before the wheat is yellowed, the grass on it must be removed and smoothed, and then soaked with water, sprinkled with plant ash, and rolled several times with a stone roller.

, until it is flat and solid enough that the wheat grains cannot sink in.

After dinner, Zhang Taiping also went to the wheat field together. After all, pushing stone rollers was a physical job, and it was more suitable for men to do it.

There were a lot of people on the field, and it was getting busy as summer approached. Many people who worked in nearby cities had returned and were clearing the place. Zhang Taiping's family, the village chief's family, Wang Peng's family, old man Qian, Song Lan and other families were also there.

On a large field, all the grass had been removed in the morning, and in the afternoon it was crushed, leveled and polished.

When crushing, a thing made of hard rattan was used, commonly known as a "plough". It was supposed to be a big stone placed on top, and the two people in front pulled it, and the big clods of soil turned into powder wherever they passed.

, but it was hard to find big rocks on the field, so Old Man Qian called two little kids to sit on them. The little kids were most willing to do this kind of thing.

Old man Qian and Wang Gui were pulling in the front, while Zhang Taiping was pouring water from behind. Originally, this kind of physical work should be done by the tall Zhang Taiping, but because he is tall and tall, he cannot cooperate with others.

If there is one, it will create a situation where one side is high and the other is low, and pulling it over will have no effect.

After crushing thoroughly, sprinkle with water, sprinkle with a layer of plant ash, and then use a stone roller to flatten it. This is Zhang Taiping's specialty. He does not need help from other people. He pushes the stone roller on the field as if it were nothing.

Rolled back and forth.

This kind of collective work is quite interesting. Working while talking, it is unknowingly efficient and not lonely or boring. However, since modern machines came to the fields, this kind of fun has become rare in rural areas.

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