"132 yuan! 132 yuan!"

Everyone tore open the envelope, and without a letter from the editorial department, they directly found the remittance form and read out the number above loudly.

Some people seemed to be disbelief, and they repeated over and over again, and the sound became louder and louder.

"132 yuan, my god, I can't make so much money in a year."

"Or I have to say that I am a cultural person. If you move your pen, you will earn more than we earn in a year!"

"It's amazing. Our team has produced a big writer. Can you make so much money by writing a novel?"

Everyone's amazement continued, and the area in front of He Ping's house was almost quarreling in the vegetable market.

In the end, the old captain came out to calm the scene.

"Okay, okay, just watch the fun for a while. I'll give back the letter to He Ping. It's more than 100 yuan. If you lose it, you will compensate you."

The man who was watching the remittance slip immediately stuffed the remittance slip and letter back to He Ping like a hot potato. What a good guy, this is more than 100 yuan in money. If you tear it up and lose it, you can't afford it.

After a while, the enthusiasm of the members finally passed, and the old captain drove everyone home.

He Ping put both the letter and the remittance slip in his pocket, and moved all the gains he had today into his home.

The old captain followed into the house.

"Tell me what's going on."

"It's nothing. You know, I'm really not good at physical work. I can't be poor or hungry, right? Besides, I have children, so I'm thinking about writing something to submit articles to newspapers and magazines. I used to write tofu cubes for newspapers when I was in school. I just thought about trying it out? It's best to earn some royalties. I didn't expect it to be published. Tell me..." He Ping said lies and said it was just the way to tell me.

"Okay, I have two tricks. You kid is useless in your work. I didn't expect that you have such a skill. You can get more than half a year's salary from a worker in the county town."

"It's nothing, it's mainly because I write a lot of words, and the royalties are quite small. By counting, a thousand words are only 5 yuan."

The old captain gently put a cigarette pot on He Ping's chest, "Showing up. It's a good thing. I'll go to the commune to promote it tomorrow to see if I can get some rewards or something."

He Ping smiled happily when he heard this, "Then I thank you for getting old."

"I just said that, and it will depend on the meaning of the commune leaders at that time. Don't be too happy too early."

"I understand."

"Give me your magazine."

"What are you doing?"

"Nonsense, I went to the commune to empty talk and white teeth, can you believe it? Slap this thing on Director Mao's desk. Is that powerful enough?"

"It's true, you're still thoughtful." He Ping said flatteringly.

The old captain left after he said that.

It was considered to be clear for a while. As soon as He Ping sat down, he saw three pairs of eyes staring at him, and he admired him very much.

He Ping waved his hand and said, "Okay, divide the things first, and then talk about them."

There are many kinds of things I have exchanged for this time, and they are quite complicated.

He Ping agreed to Han Zhaojun that the return on investment doubled, and he first picked out a hundred eggs from the bamboo basket.

"This is your capital, take it first."

He Ping put Han Zhaojun in the bamboo basket he carried.

"Brother He, I want to follow you."

Han Zhaojun witnessed He Ping's profits throughout today. If this business is done well, it will definitely be much better than working every day.

He Ping thought, what you are waiting for is what you said. The scale of hatching eggs or raising chickens will continue to expand. He Ping urgently needs manpower. Han Zhaojun is loyal and well-documented, so he can definitely be regarded as a good helper. Including Han Zhaoshe, a kid, as long as he changes his habit of speaking quickly, he is also a good worker.

"No hurry, you should return the eggs you borrowed from someone first. We did a small scale before, but this time we made a lot of money. You just thought the eggs you left were invested in. How about it?"

He Ping never thought of eating alone. So many years of social experience told him that only when any plate becomes bigger and stronger can he get a cake.

What's more, there is another hidden concern in their business, that is, the direction of the policy.

Although the policies are gradually loosening, it is only aimed at the individual economy and small peasant economy in the city. Once their scale expands to a certain level, it will easily attract the attention of those who are interested. At that time, a letter of complaint will be enough to wipe out all He Ping's efforts and may even be imprisoned.

"Okay, I'll follow you from now on."

Han Zhaojun said firmly.

"And I, and I, Brother He, I will follow you too."

Han Zhaoshe jumped and said.

He Ping laughed, "Okay, both of you brothers come. But first, your second brother has eggs to invest, but you don't have them. You can only give you wages. You can't say it's wages to the outside world, otherwise I will become a capitalist, you just say it's a subsidy, do you understand?"

"I understand, understand." Han Zhaoshe was so happy.

"Brother He, don't worry, I will look at him." Han Zhaojun promised.

"Well, don't worry if you look at me. Let's do this. Zhaoshe comes to help us. How about giving us 50 cents a day, and how about getting a job a day?"

Han Zhaoshe was so happy that his teeth were exposed. Han Zhaojun hesitated and said, "Brother He, is the salary too high? He is a little bit of a worker if he is a young man and he can only contribute half a job to the team. This is a bit too much for 50 cents to make a cash."

Nowadays, the male strong laborers in the production team only need one job every day. If they work for thirty days a month, they will only have thirty jobs, but these are just work points on paper. When the dividends are settled at the end of the year, they will only be more than ten yuan.

He Ping paid Han Zhaoshe a 50-cent salary per day. If this month is calculated at thirty days, it would be fifteen yuan. In this era, rural areas will definitely be highly paid.

"We can't calculate that. We work for ourselves, not for the team. We earn money and profits are ours. Of course, the wages will be higher."

Seeing that He Ping insisted, Han Zhaojun did not speak anymore, and this boy from Han Zhaoshe was so happy that he couldn't find him.

After the matter was finished, He Ping shared half of the roe deer meat he had exchanged for Han Zhaojun.

"This is just to be the wages of today, but I won't have wages next time."

He Ping joked that Han Zhaojun is now equivalent to a shareholder of this business. Will he not have no wages next time, and he can only pay dividends.

Han Zhaojun was not pretentious, took over the roe deer meat and thanked He Ping.

The two of them talked for a while, and Han Zhaojun took his younger brother home.

He Ping sent away Han Zhaojun and his brothers, and the family was quiet.

Xiao Zhu'er looked at him with anticipation, and he knew what was thinking in his little head without guessing.

“Cook the fire and cook.”

"Oh! Eat meat!"

Xiaozhu jumped high and his mouth was grinning, and his saliva was flowing out.
Chapter completed!