One hundred and ninetieth chapters everyone's discussion
"Grandpa, village chief, please listen to what I have to say."
Seeing that the village chief was a little impatient, Zhuang Keqing was afraid that something might happen to the old man because of his anger, so he hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help him.
"Hmph! I'm just listening to what other flowers you can come up with. Anyway, I don't agree to sell them! The people in the village will definitely not allow you to do such nonsense!"
He said so hard, but people had already relaxed according to the strength of Zhuang Keqing's hand, and leaned on the kang.
"You remember the nice bar I brought you?"
How could the village chief not remember that he had never drunk such wine in his life? The wine brought from the town could not compare with it. He wished he could drink it every day, every time!
But what does this have to do with the sweet potato workshop?
"I brewed this wine."
Zhuang Keqing squatted in front of the kang and looked up at the old man. Her eyes were dark and bright, flashing with a sly smile.
"What?"
Did you brew it?
Can the girl still make wine?
Then what kind of wine is left? At noon, I took out the two jars that I was reluctant to drink last time and had a good drink.
The village chief just kept rolling these words in his mind, never expecting the profound meaning of Zhuang Keqing's words. Even the anger that had accumulated in his chest just now because he wanted to sell the sweet potato workshop had all dissipated.
"And this wine is made from potato residue."
Although he said it lightly, the village chief was dumbfounded.
Potato dregs... They have been worrying about it for a long time, but they have no place to use the potato dregs. How can they make such good wine?
so?
"Girl, what on earth are you going to say? Say it quickly and don't hesitate and coy like other women."
The village chief is worried.
Zhuang Keqing saw that success aroused people's curiosity, so he told about his business with Wufu Ji.
For a long time at the end, the village chief looked like he could not recover.
"You said that Wufu Ji will take over and buy the workshop. Can the specific price be determined after discussion with the villagers?"
"Everyone can still work in the workshop from now on?"
"The sweet potato wine workshop is also willing to recruit people from the village?"
"Even the wine dregs are recycled for us?!"
The village chief slapped his thigh. The sound was so loud that Zhuang Keqing grinned when he heard it.
Don't you feel any pain?
But the village chief didn't seem to feel the pain. He only pulled her hand excitedly and kept sighing.
"Very good! Very good!"
"Girl, I misunderstood you!"
The village chief sat up and supported Zhuang Keqing to stand up with both hands. A pair of dim old eyes shot out rare rays of light, and excitement and excitement surged out of them. Not only Zhuang Keqing, but also Shen Ling beside him was moved by it.
This is indeed an old man who loves to worry about the villagers and a good village chief.
"Village chief, don't get too excited. The owner of Wu Fu Ji has already agreed with me on this matter, and it won't change again. What's more important now is to see what the people at the sweet potato workshop think."
Zhuang Keqing was afraid that the old man's body would not be able to bear the joy, so he quickly changed the subject and brought up the workshop.
This is indeed a problem. When the workshop was first planned, she provided the recipes and the villagers contributed. After that, except for calculating the monthly revenue and monthly money, she basically did not participate in the operation of the workshop.
It can be said that the reason why the workshop is so prosperous now is all because of the efforts of the villagers of Erli Village. If they really want to sell it, there will probably be many people who are unwilling to do so.
After all, it is much better to be the master of your own house than to work for others.
"Yes! That's what it said!"
As soon as the village chief got off the kang, he didn't care about the elder's arrogance. He shouted to his eldest son at the top of his lungs and asked him to enter the house quickly.
A voice from outside responded from afar. Not long after, Li You stuck his head in and said, "Dad, what's the matter?"
He was cleaning the pig pen in the backyard. It was too cold today. If the pig manure was not cleaned up in time, it would freeze and become hard. If it were kept for a few days, even the pigs would have no place to move.
"What do you look like? Come in and talk!"
The village chief was in a hurry, and when he saw his son's appearance, he immediately raised his voice several times.
But Li You was really in a dilemma. He smelled like pig, and daddy's kang house had no windows. If he went in, wouldn't it be...
"Why are you still stunned? Come in!"
The village chief is still urging.
Li You had no choice but to sneak in.
As a result, as soon as he entered the room, an indescribable smell immediately spread around him and quickly spread to every corner of the room.
The village chief was anxious and angry just now, but now his face was twisted and he hurriedly covered his nose and waved.
"Get out, get out! It doesn't smell like anything anymore!"
Li You touched his nose and went out dejectedly.
"Hey, let the girl and the boy see the joke."
The village chief was also a little embarrassed, so he silently walked to the window, opened it a crack, and said, "I'll arrange this."
"Girl, let's meet at the sweet potato workshop tomorrow morning, and then we'll discuss this matter with everyone."
Zhuang Keqing nodded.
She came here today just to ask the village chief to come forward and summon everyone, because although she took the lead in this matter, after all, she was not a stakeholder and could not make decisions for others.
Since tomorrow's affairs have been decided, Zhuang Keqing did not stay long, said hello and went back.
But as soon as she left, the village chief became restless in the house, unable to wait even a moment. He immediately called his sons over, compiled the list of villagers participating in the sweet potato workshop, and assigned them to them.
Immediately came to the door and notified him.
Zhuang Keqing had no time to spare when he returned home. He just kept thinking and pondering how to convince everyone in the workshop all afternoon. And other villagers who had received the letter were also frequently guessing what happened in this rush to get people to hold a meeting.
Something extraordinary.
Wang family.
The second son of the Li family who had just sent away the notice, Aunt Wang rubbed her butt, put a plate on the kang in the room, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and cracked them while chewing them, and smacked the skin of the melon seeds all over the kang table.
"What's wrong with this good workshop? It's so busy. I wonder if this job has become a waste, right?"
The Wang family also rushed to make a bed in front of the snow. At first, Aunt Wang was reluctant to part with these few hundred coins, but it was Wang Er who paid for them before she let go.
But she was really waiting for the kang to be put up, and she didn't like the waste of firewood, so she only allowed one room to be burned during the day, and she hid in it all day long, so she didn't do any chores at home.
Mr. He had no choice but to do some small needlework in the same room with his mother-in-law. All day long he listened to the old lady complaining that this family was stingy, laughing at the poor family, and mumbling endlessly.
But Aunt Wang was using the fire kang and keeping the money earned by her son. This was something to be said in some unpleasant ways. Even though He had a good temper, he was not happy with the idea.
Her husband is now doing well in the sweet potato workshop. He earns at least two hundred cash a month and dozens of cash more than others. Isn't it because of hardship and busyness?
My mother-in-law didn't think that the workshop was getting better and better, but she was enjoying herself while singing bad words. What's the point?
"Mom, don't say that. If it's really bad, your income of a hundred dollars a month will be gone."
Aunt Wang made a sound while eating melon seeds, obviously she was choked.
"That's what I meant. Don't think too much about it, my second son."
Ms. He lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly. She only took the shoe sample to give her man the soles. She was good at craftsmanship, the stitches were fine and dense, and the soles were much thicker than those sold in the shops in town.
"It's good that you don't think so. Nowadays, most of the family's income depends on my eldest brother and Erlang, so we'd better support them more."
The words were neither soft nor hard, but they poked Aunt Wang in the lungs and almost made her breathless.
But that's the fact. Ever since Wang San's incident, the eldest son and his family have completely separated from her. Although the second son doesn't have the same expression on his face all day long, he's not much better either.
Now her status in the family is not as good as that of Old Man Wang!
The Wang family is like this, and other villagers working in the sweet potato shop are also making various speculations and are worried. The village chief is afraid that the village chief will call everyone tomorrow and say that there is a problem with the workshop and it is difficult to continue to operate, and let them go home individually. Do work.
One night passed, and I don’t know how many people stayed up all night.
When Zhuang Keqing and Shen Ling arrived at the potato shop the next day, they saw that the small warehouse of the workshop was already crowded with villagers.
When everyone saw her arrival, they rushed to the door to greet her, mumbling requests.
"Girl from the banker, what on earth is going on? How come we have to sell the workshop!"
"Yes, this is the time for this workshop to make money..."
"You can't believe the words of the shopkeepers in the town!"
Everyone blocked the door, until the village chief who was blocked inside was so angry that he could not speak.
This is all about nothing. Before he finished speaking, these people were excited as hell!
