Early in the morning the next day after the division, white smoke came out from the chimneys of Hantun before dawn. The sound of chickens and dogs was heard, and occasionally a few women's screams came, which were calling the naughty child who was Laikang to get up.

Last night, many people couldn't sleep all night, tossing and turning, with a thick sense of unity in their arms, for fear of suppressing them, losing them, and being stolen.

Finally, I waited until early in the morning and quickly called the family to cook. After dinner, I went to the commune with everyone to save the money, and then left some money to go to the market and the city to buy some New Year's goods.

He Ping was sleeping soundly and woke up by Han Zhaojun, saying that the old captain and the others had gathered at the entrance of the village.

"It's only the early morning." He Ping muttered and sat up.

Last night, the boy from Han Zhaoshe talked to himself until ten o'clock. He Ping didn't know what he fell asleep afterwards, but he didn't think he wouldn't sleep too early. Looking at the boy's energy in the morning, He Ping had to sigh, "After all, he is a young man. His body is obviously very young, is it really a problem of mentality? I can't figure it out."

The old captain kept shouting at the entrance of the village and asked everyone to gather quickly. He Ping and his friends got up late and didn't have time to eat. After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, they went to the old captain to gather.

"Boy, hurry up, hurry up."

"You old prodigal girl, don't know how to wait for me, and you don't even clean that bowl and run out."

"It's different when I come back."

The village entrance was particularly lively on this day, and the members were busy chasing dogs and chickens, helping the elderly and young, and taking their families with their families.

"Old Captain, you are going to empty our fort today!" He Ping sighed at the noisy scene in front of him.

"If you know a hammer, you will be empty. There is nothing, but there is nothing valuable, so what are you afraid of."

The old captain asked someone to count the number of people. When all the families arrived, he raised his whip and urged the donkey cart to set off slowly.

A dozen donkey carts, mule carts and even ox carts were all put on. The carts were filled with Hantun members. Each family sent at least two or three people in this situation. After all, there was so much money, and multiple people took care of them.

As soon as the convoy left the village entrance, someone stopped him.

I saw Song Laoliu of Kezhai and the two young people in Hantun that day squatting not far from the entrance of the village. When they saw Hantun people leaving the village, they hurried forward and stopped the car.

"Captain Han, Captain Han, it's me." Song Laoliu rushed to the front donkey cart and said to the old captain.

"So it's your boy, why didn't you go to the fort yesterday to pay dividends?"

The members sitting in the car looked out and watched the fun. When Song Laoliu went to Han Zhaogui's house to ask for the account that day, many people in the team saw it with their own eyes, and even the members who had not seen it were popularized by the members with their tongues.

"Isn't this aware that it was too late yesterday? I don't have the nerve to go over and disturb you." Song Laoliu smiled apologized.

The old captain's temper when facing Song Laoliu is much worse than when facing He Ping. He sarcastically said, "You still know how embarrassed you are? It's strange."

Song Laoliu ignored the old captain's sarcasm and still had the same smile on his face, "Captain Han, my money..."

The old captain was too lazy to talk nonsense to Song Laoliu, so he turned around and called the accountant. The accountant uncle knew how to point out the amount of money he owed from Han Yuliang's family and handed it over.

"IOU." The old captain stopped Song Laoliu's hand that wanted to take the money.

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Song Laoliu took out the IOU from his pocket and handed it to the old captain. The old captain didn't even look at it, and he tore it up with both hands.

Song Laoliu licked his finger and laughed at the money, "You won't look at it, right? What if it's fake?"

The old captain sneered and said meaningfully: "You try!"

Song Laoliu laughed guiltily and continued to count the money.

The old captain raised his whip and said, "Let's go."

"Look at him so arrogant." Hantun's convoy left, and the two young people following Song Laoliu spat.

Song Laoliu said sarcastically: "You should have a son who is a high-ranking official in the army and you can be so awesome."

The two young people looked at the shadow of Hantun people leaving and said, "Uncle, I heard that Hantun has paid old money this year."

Song Laoliu chuckled and said, "Yes, you have to be optimistic. This will be our small treasury in the future. Let's walk around with the brothers in Hantun. Have you heard?"

The two young people understood clearly in their hearts and said loudly: "I understand."

The old captain drove the car and muttered: "It's so fucking bad luck when he came out when he went out in the morning."

He Ping thought to himself that this old man was really revenge, so he turned his eyes to Han Yuliang and his wife in the car behind him. The two were gathering together to wipe their tears, and the people around him were comforting them.

The couple was glad that the chicken farm gave a huge dividend this year, which not only filled the famine owed by their son, but also had a surplus of several hundred yuan. The negative emotions that had accumulated in their hearts over the past few days were released at the moment when they paid off the debt.

But compared to Han Yuliang and his wife, their son Han Zhaogui was in a different mood. The boy kept looking into the accountant's arms, and he must have not kept his fart in his heart.

It’s really impossible for him to support the mud on the wall.

He Ping turned his eyes away, seeing that his grandson was in a bad mood.

The convoy slowly arrived at the commune. It was still the same Xiao Zhang yesterday. Seeing the vast army of Hantun people, he turned his head to find the director without saying a word.

The chubby Director Ling greeted him with a smile on his face, "Oh, Captain Han, Writer He, welcome!"

He Ping took the initiative to welcome such a thing as a gift. He grabbed Director Ling's fat hand, as if he had not seen each other for many years and met again. "I miss you very much if you haven't seen your brother for a day."

When an old fried dough stick like Director Ling met a greasy expert like He Ping, he couldn't stand it for a while.

Be careless.

"Today I am taking the members to deposit money. Please ask Director Ling to ask someone to help me save it." said the old captain.

Director Ling patted his chest and said, "It's covered by my brothers. Xiao Zhang, call everyone over, and focus on the comrades in Hantun first."

After arranging the deposit, He Ping took Director Ling aside.

"What's the matter, brother?"

"Tell you something, how about you send someone to our site to handle the dividends at the end of the year in Hantun? "

Director Ling didn't understand He Ping's meaning, "What is on-site processing?"

"You see, we withdraw and deposit in your credit union, which is very troublesome. I just thought that when our chicken farm wants to save money in the future, your credit union will also send us a person to do it on the spot, and then we will send someone to send it back with you. What do you think?"

Director Ling understood this time, and wanted to spit on the spot. He Ping's face was so shameless that he had never seen such shameless people. What do you think of our credit union? A bathhouse scrubbing? You are on call.
Chapter completed!