With a Door In Mind

The car entered the village and drove along the widest road. From time to time, some villagers stopped to look at the truck.

At the gate of a relatively large courtyard, Zhou Xiaochuan stopped the car.

It should be that the people inside heard the movement, and a few people came out from the inside.

The leader was an old man who was almost sixty years old, and three middle-aged men followed behind. They all looked at Zhou Xiaochuan curiously, knowing in their hearts that they were probably here to play hemp.

But this age is too young.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the people in front of him, and asked with a smile, "Hello, I'm looking for Captain Wang to help me out."

After speaking, he handed out the piece of paper in his hand.

A middle-aged man next to him picked it up, glanced at the old man next to him and said, "Uncle Six, the textile factory is here to pull hemp."

The old man nodded when he heard the words, "Little comrade, wait a moment, I'll send someone to move it."

After speaking, he turned and returned to the village. After a while, there was a sound of horns in the village.

"The labor force comes out to work. The labor force comes out to work."

Zhou Xiaochuan glanced at it, and found that the vicinity of the provincial capital was just taking advantage. It's a little early to turn on the electricity.

However, this place will also be within the city limits in the future, but there is no plan now.

After a while, I saw a group of people walking over listlessly.

A young man said helplessly to the old village chief, "Grandpa Six, I'm so hungry that I can't walk, how can I work?"

"Little bastard, do what you are asked to do. There is so much nonsense." After speaking, he picked up the branch next to him and wanted to knock him.

Seeing this, the other party quickly hid behind.

The others smiled when they saw this, and began to move things out of the village.

Zhou Xiaochuan glanced at it, and found that the people in the Wangwan brigade were all a bit vain, and some people even showed signs of edema.

This is a sign of severe malnutrition.

The old village chief was smoking a pipe beside him with a pipe.

If this is in other villages,

You are so hungry, who cares if you are the village head or not.

It can be seen the prestige of the old village head in the village.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to the other party.

The old man glanced at the cigarette in the other party's hand, and took it with a smile, "Oh, I still have a mouth, I have to taste this."

After lighting it up, I smoked it in two or three puffs, sighing in my mouth, "Hey, this thing is a good thing, but it's not very strong."

Looking at the other person's smoking posture, it was really fierce, three puffs of a cigarette.

Then he passed another one over, and the old village chief waved his hand when he saw this, "No need, I still have the habit of smoking this dry tobacco."

After speaking, he began to smoke his own dry cigarette.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan put away the cigarette in his hand. Talk to the old man.

"Old man, how many people are there in your village?"

The old man smiled and said, "There are about two hundred people. Our village is small."

"Oh, I see some people inside are a bit malnourished, is it hard to carry such a heavy thing?"

The old village head sighed, "What can we do then? There is only this labor force in the village."

"Then why don't you go to town and see if you can get something to eat?"

The old village chief sighed, "At this time, where is it not difficult?"

Then he took a sharp puff of cigarette.

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded upon hearing this.

Following the chat, he also learned about the situation in the village.

There are only 200 people in the Xiaoshushan Wangwan brigade in the whole village. Half of the fields in the village are planted with grain and the other half with hemp.

The hemp planted in previous years can replace part of the public grain, and if it is not enough, we can buy some grain for resale.

However, due to the drought in the past two years, the production of grain and hemp has been affected.

There is not enough food in the city, so where can I buy the resale food? There is no food to buy, so I can only be hungry, so some people have edema.

Zhou Xiaochuan was listening to the old village head's nagging, but he didn't say much.

But what he's thinking now is that if Xiaohe can't be a soldier one day in the future, it's not bad to come here.

It is also very close to the provincial capital, and it can be regarded as a rural area. In the future, it will also be assigned to the provincial capital. After the road is repaired, it will only take less than half an hour to drive.

Between thoughts.

Everyone has loaded all the hemp into the car.

The young man who spoke before said with a smile: "Master Liu, I have moved my things, I have to go back to sleep. This back and forth wastes a lot of food."

The old village head said to him angrily, "Get out of here."

The other party smiled and left.

Seeing this, the others also greeted the old village head and dispersed.

Seeing that everything was packed, Zhou Xiaochuan greeted the old village chief and prepared to leave.

"Where's the note! That's for us."

Zhou Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, took out the note and looked at it, and there was indeed a stamp from the factory department on it.

Then he said embarrassingly; "I'm sorry, it's my first time pulling, so I don't quite understand."

The old village head took the note and said nonchalantly, "It's all right."

Seeing that everyone in the village had left, only the old village head and three middle-aged people were left, Zhou Xiaochuan hesitated, "Old man, can you take a step to speak."

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Old man Wang looked at him suspiciously.

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan's hesitant expression, several other people took the initiative to leave.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan asked, "Old man, I see there is a big lake near your place, why don't you go fishing?"

"That's digging corners, how can this be done."

The old village chief said righteously when he heard the words.

Zhou Xiaochuan curled his lips when he heard the words, he didn't believe that the other party didn't do this.

Seeing this, the old village chief smiled awkwardly. He didn't know what the other party meant, so he asked, "Just tell me what you mean."

"I want to ask, are you willing to trade food for fish?"

Although this is not a good reason, Zhou Xiaochuan couldn't think of anything else for a while.

"You are..."

"There are people who can afford food." After Zhou Xiaochuan finished speaking, he blinked at him.

Seeing this, the old village chief "understood" who these "people" were.

Then he said embarrassingly: "This can't be done explicitly, it can only be done secretly, and it won't do much."

"A catty of fish can be exchanged for 3 catties of sweet potatoes, or a catty of dried fish can be exchanged for 5 catties of sweet potatoes."

Hearing Zhou Xiaochuan's words, he was moved a bit, thinking about the situation in the village, he said, "Is it true?"

"Old man, why am I lying to you? I don't have sweet potatoes then, so you can eat the fish yourself."

The old village head nodded.

In the end, he made up his mind and said, "Okay, how will you get it then?"

Hearing that the old man agreed, he smiled and said: "Old man, I will come to you directly when the time comes, but..."

"But what?"

"Will no one report it?"

He thought Zhou Xiaochuan was unwilling again, and when he heard the words behind him, he smiled: "Don't worry about it, old man, I still have some use for talking in the village."

After the other party finished speaking, he still had an arrogance on his face.

Zhou Xiaochuan pouted when he heard this. It is not uncommon for sons to report on Lao Tzu, but most of them are students above junior high school.

After learning something, I always think that my awareness is good enough.

This is a bit risky though. But it is barely acceptable, after all, it is already common practice for drivers to go out and bring things.

But what Zhou Xiaochuan thought was whether to find someone else to do it.

But if others knew Zhou Xiaochuan's exchange ratio, they would probably call him stupid.

The two discussed the method of the transaction again.

That is, Zhou Xiaochuan will give the food first, and then pull the fish every other day or a few days.

This can all be explained that it was bought with money.

In this way, even if another person pulls the fish, it will not be revealed. At most, the money has already been given.

As for whether he would give food instead of fish, Zhou Xiaochuan really didn't care much. The big deal is that there will be no next time.

This place may be considered as a back road in the future.

Jiangtai Village counts as one, and here also counts as one.

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