Open the box, and the bright red lychees against the background of the lychee leaves are fresh, very fresh.
Take a bite and your mouth will be full of sweetness.
Plenty of juice.
value!
Return to the living room, put a box of lychees on the coffee table, turn on the TV, and switch to Jiashi.
Tonight's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament will start in an hour.
But many people have switched to this channel.
At this time, Xiami was already standing on the ring.
"Dear viewers, dear viewers. Today we are launching a new product, only the Eighty-eight Mosquitoes. You will not be fooled by the Eighty-Eight Mosquitoes, and you will suffer a loss if you cannot buy them..."
The camera switches to a village, with more than a dozen kinds of lychee trees appearing in the village.
"Each box is still four pounds, divided into eight small boxes. We found more than 300 kinds of lychees and randomly packed them into the boxes."
"Eighty-Eight Mosquitoes can't buy you a loss..."
"Eighty-Eight Mosquitoes, before you open it, no one knows what kind of lychees are in your box. It may be the best lychees from a century-old tree, sweet and sour. Or it may be the best lychees from a thousand-year-old tree, sour.
Sweet in the middle.”
"Hurry up and call me. You can't be fooled by Eighty-eight Mosquitoes..."
Fu Lao, who was eating lychees and watching TV, listened carefully for a while, and immediately said to the servant: "Don't do anything else, just sit there and start making phone calls, ordering ten boxes, I want to see if they are
There are literally hundreds of varieties.”
At this time, the people on TV have been replaced.
Xiami can't bear it alone.
Various heartbreaking screams, short clips of various lychee trees, close-ups of various lychees being peeled...
At this time, in a village more than ten kilometers away from Yangcheng.
All the children in the village carry a small basket on their backs and climb up and down the trees.
Village head.
Regardless of whether it is good or bad, one yuan of Hanjia coins per basket, the basket is counted separately, the straw bag is counted separately, and the thin bamboo silk box is counted separately.
Fill a cart or a boat and transport it immediately.
The villagers were busy all night long, taking advantage of the lychee harvest season to weave baskets in their free time.
There are patterns for basket weaving.
Bamboo forests can be seen everywhere in this place. Bamboo is just grass. If you cut a piece randomly, you can weave thousands of small baskets.
Will woven bamboo baskets deform over time?
There is no need to consider this issue at all.
Cars and boats carried baskets and lychees made by each village to gather in Yangcheng.
Ye Shiguan was sitting in a newly built factory building, flipping through the documents in front of him with his right hand, and rubbing his forehead with his left hand.
"Old Ye, we don't have enough manpower."
Li Yonghua, the governor of the city, came in, poured himself a glass of water, drank it, and sat in front of Ye Shiguan.
Ye Shiguan didn't even raise his head, and said calmly: "Who told me a month ago that the unemployment problem for young people returning home is very serious, and who knocked on my door in the middle of the night to discuss work with me."
Li Yonghua did not answer this and said to himself: "How many young people returned to Yangcheng from remote places as if they were fleeing, back to the Yangcheng that they dreamed of, but many people here in Yangcheng did not welcome them and regarded them as savage beasts.
.Because they are worried about being robbed of their jobs, in the eyes of many people, they have become a burden for a long time.”
"There are many young people with dark and red faces on the street, who are a bit out of place in Yangcheng. They have received a lot of looks."
Ye Shiguan then raised his head: "I know, I also saw it where I live. Even the mother treats the children who come back differently. They are also grandchildren, but they feel that the grandchildren brought back by the children back home are uneducated and less literate.
Don’t understand the rules.”
After saying this, Ye Shiguan stopped the topic: "Look outside, there are more than 3,000 people sorting lychees. Some are sorting, some are inspecting, some are re-inspecting, and some are sealing the boxes at the end."
Li Yonghua: "The ice making factory is short of manpower, so transporting ice cubes relies entirely on manpower."
Ye Shiguan lowered his head again and said calmly: "This is where we are now. It's too early to shout that we are in trouble. I have an attitude. If there is a thousand baskets of lychees over there, we will prepare 1,100 baskets.
, he dares to ask for 10,000 baskets, and we must also prepare 11,000 baskets. I will not listen to difficulties, I only want quantity."
"Also, Shuigou Village wants to build a steel processing plant and a machine tool factory. I only look at the progress, not the process. I tell everyone my attitude. If you can't stand it, go home and farm."
"Then..., I've issued a notice to recruit people."
Ye Shiguan just nodded slightly, and after looking at the lychee sorting here from the window, he continued to look through the information documents about the location of the three machine tool factories in the north of Shuigou Village.
Li Yonghua said nothing, got up and walked out.
He didn't know much. The only thing he could guess was that Ye Shiguan might have instructions in his hand.
What's more, even though it's just selling lychees, it's about earning foreign exchange.
Who dares not to take it seriously?
Therefore, Li Yonghua decided to recruit returnees from surrounding cities.
If that's not enough, expand the scope to recruit people.
We sent out notices overnight and asked surrounding cities to help recruit people.
As far as this matter is concerned, it's actually not a big deal.
It's just recruiting.
Yandu, Han Dynasty.
An office was filled with smoke and filled with people smoking and silent.
After a long silence, one person finished flipping through the information: "It is estimated that if a large number of people return to their hometowns now, in three years at most, the number of unemployed people in cities and towns will reach 14 million, or even 1,500, 1,600
Thousands of people. If this contradiction is not resolved, it will be a very serious problem for our Han family."
Another person said: "I'm afraid we can't solve this problem just by relying on factories and collective enterprises."
Another person said: "If we rely on public expenditures, we won't be able to sustain this."
After several people finished speaking, they fell into silence again.
Dead knot.
This is simply not a problem that can be easily solved.
Moreover, with so many people without jobs, trouble will arise if people are idle for a long time.
So, what is Ning Ren doing now?
Bollan Street.
See a doctor.
There is a circle of small bubbles on my tongue, which makes my throat so uncomfortable that it hurts even when I drink water.
There is a famous doctor here.
He Jiaming...unlicensed doctor.
Best at...gynecology.
With just one glance, He Jiaming made a diagnosis: "You have a fever, what have you eaten recently?"
"litchi."
"How much did you eat?"
"Well, two hundred and ninety-five pills." Ning Ren came back with some scattered pills.
He Jiaming turned around and prepared a few decoctions in the medicine cabinet: "Go back and make herbal tea to drink. I'll see you tomorrow. Although lychees are delicious, you can't eat too much."
Ning Ren: "Isn't it written in ancient poetry that I ate three lychees a day, and I only ate two hundred and ninety-five."
He Jiaming placed the medicine bag in front of Ning Ren: "I'll pay five mosquitoes for the consultation and ten mosquitoes for the decoction. Also, Su Dongpo has a cold, and it's very serious."
Ning Ren was about to pay.
Someone came in, limping, and leaned on a chair after entering the room: "Jia Ming, it hurts me so much, get me some medicine."
He Jiaming walked over and took a look: "I'm telling you, don't drink alcohol or eat seafood."
The person who came in for consultation said: "If you don't eat, drink, or eat seafood, what's the point of living?"
