Zhuang Keqing took a look around, but didn't see the village chief. He also saw that everyone had really bad expressions on their faces, mostly worried and frightened, so he smiled reassuringly and said, "Everyone has misunderstood. Let's talk about it after we go in."
"Misunderstand?"
"What misunderstanding?"
Although everyone felt relieved when they heard what she said, they still had doubts as to whether they had heard wrong just now.
Don't you want to sell the workshop?
But that’s what the village chief said!
Yes, yes, village chief, eh? Where is the village chief?
It occurred to everyone that they hadn't seen the village chief speak for so long, so they all went back to the warehouse, where they saw the old man squatting angrily on his linen bag without saying a word.
It's time to get angry.
"Village, village chief?"
Everyone took a bad look at it.
The old man is usually very talkative, but when he is angry, it is difficult to speak.
They looked at the village chief and couldn't help but cast their eyes for help on the young couple who came in last.
Zhuang Keqing smiled understandingly, stepped forward, helped the old man up, whispered some words of comfort, and then bowed to everyone.
The villagers had received a lot of kindness from her, but now they were not willing to accept her courtesy. They just turned around, waved their hands and said they didn't dare.
"I invite you all here today because I really want to discuss the sale of the potato farm."
Seeing that everyone stood speechless, Zhuang Keqing opened his mouth and got straight to the purpose of today.
As soon as she said this, everyone immediately became commotion.
Didn't you say it was a misunderstanding just now? Why are you still saying that you want to sell the potato shop?
Could it be that you are playing tricks on them?
The villagers couldn't help but feel a little angry in their hearts. Some of them were impatient and started shouting, and their words were not pleasant to listen to.
"Girl Zhuang, we are all grateful to you for giving us this recipe for vermicelli and dried sweet potatoes, but we laid down the land of this sweet potato shop inch by inch ourselves, and we also built this house brick by brick by ourselves. If we say
If you want to sell it, there is no reason for you to open your mouth!"
This is not unreasonable. Although the villagers have only worked in the potato field for a short two or three months, they have developed some feelings for each other. Even if Zhuang Keqing came up with the idea for the potato farm and she was the first to do the business, she is now
If you want to get involved, you have to ask them if they agree.
"Girl, did those shopkeepers in the town outside say something to you? You can't believe it. These businessmen are very thoughtful. We farmers can't fight them!"
"Yes, girl, you are still young, and there are some things..."
Everyone tried to persuade Zhuang Keqing not to have such thoughts again, so as not to alienate everyone.
"shut up!"
The village chief stood at the top and saw that their words became more and more outrageous, so he couldn't help but angrily scolded them.
"You have all received real favors from me, let alone this sweet potato shop. I have also taught the rice and fish method to every family in the village for nothing. How can you hide it for yourself?"
"Now I only talk about selling the potato farm and only listen to these words. Can't you wait for the girl to finish her words? If you really don't want to hear it, then you can go back. The door is open and you can leave now!"
As soon as the village chief spoke, all the villagers shut up and did not dare to speak.
There were a few who were angry and wanted to say more, but the people beside them pulled their sleeves and covered their mouths to prevent them from making any more noise.
"Can you listen to others well now?"
The village chief asked again.
This time everyone finally calmed down. No matter what they were thinking, they all stood well and no one left.
Zhuang Keqing maintained a smiling expression and was not shaken by the villagers' excessive words. However, Shen Ling was afraid that she would be sad, so he silently reached out and held her hand.
"Just now I spoke too hastily and did not explain clearly. Now I will explain this matter in detail to everyone."
Zhuang Keqing cleared his throat and mentioned that the shopkeeper of Wufuji came to his door yesterday. When he mentioned that the shopkeeper was planning to build a winery here, the villagers were stunned and couldn't react for a moment.
It is certainly a good thing to build a brewery, but what does it have to do with their sweet potato workshop?
Someone asked this question weakly, as if he didn't understand.
Indeed, they didn't know that the potato residue could make wine, and of course they couldn't imagine the relationship between the two.
"The sweet potatoes in our Erli Village are large and sweet, and the yield is extremely high, as are the surrounding villages and towns."
"You may not know that our vermicelli and dried potatoes can now be sold to the county or even further afield, which shows that this is a long-term business."
"Then why do we have to sell the workshop where we make money?"
When Wang Er spoke, he wasn't questioning Zhuang Keqing, but he just couldn't figure out why such a smart girl would still do such a business that was obviously losing money.
"Of course it's because there are ways to make more money."
Zhuang Keqing smiled and helped the village chief sit on the bags of fan goods stacked beside him.
"Even if the workshop is sold, everyone can still work in it, and after Wufuji builds the brewery, it also promises to give priority to recruiting people in the village. In addition, the remaining distiller's grains from the brewery will be sold to the village at a low price."
"Everyone should know that this wine lees is a good thing, right?"
Zhuang Keqing told each piece of news, which was exciting and good news. Everyone's hearts gradually became hot after hearing it. Even in this cold winter weather, they couldn't even notice a hint of chill.
It turns out that everyone can still continue to work in the potato farm. Family members and relatives who were unable to make the trip to the potato farm don’t have to worry anymore. They can also work in the newly built winery. If things don’t work out, the village will also build a breeding farm. Not all is a good thing!
This, this is not a sweet potato shop, it’s just giving them money!
Later, when the price of the sweet potato shop was mentioned, everyone was even more excited.
When the potato farm was first built, there were only twenty or thirty people willing to participate. Now that Wu Fu Ji is willing to pay fifty taels to buy it, doesn't everyone get more than a tael of silver?
This can last more than half a year for ordinary farmers!
You know, their potato farm was not very complicated to build, it was just a few mud-brick houses and a few stoves. Only the warehouse at the back was somewhat decent, and the rest were not worth a few dollars at all.
The girl is still kind!
If she wanted to make money, why not just sell the vermicelli recipe to Wufu Ji? The boss would build a workshop, so who would care about their dilapidated houses with rotten tiles?
Everyone thought clearly, and for a moment they were ashamed of what they had just thought.
"I listen to you girl!"
Wang Er was the first to shout.
"Me too!"
"I also listen to you girl!"
Then the responses came one after another, and the voices of dozens of people gathered into waves of sound, which spread out with the small warehouse of the sweet potato workshop as the center.
…
Two days later, several people from Zuojin came as promised.
But this time, before reaching the entrance of Erli Village, the coachman, Lao Yu, saw several vague figures in front of him.
After the other party saw his carriage, he ran straight towards them. When he got closer, he saw that they were all villagers dressed as ordinary farmers.
"But it's the owner's carriage of Wufuji?"
The villager who spoke was a swarthy man, with a smile full of white teeth and a tone of earnest tone.
"yes……"
Lao Yu answered at a loss.
What is going on?
He accepted the bunch of flowers tied with flower cloth that the man forced him to do. Before he could react, those people stopped next to the carriage, and another group of people ran back, talking back and forth as they ran.
Shouting: "The master of Wufuji is here!"
This loud voice and excitement made Lao Yu choke and unable to even ask a question.
"What's going on outside?"
Inside the car, Zuo Jin and the shopkeeper looked at each other, and then at shopkeeper Hu who had a puzzled look on his face. Then, without waiting for Lao Yu's answer, he reached out and opened the cotton curtain on the car window, and saw clearly what was going on outside.
After a moment, when he lowered the car curtain, his gentle face suddenly showed a complex expression of embarrassment and speechlessness.
Zuo Jin laughed. Now he felt like a rich man running rampant in the countryside. Even when he was traveling, he had to be protected by seven or eight big men to avoid being beaten up by the righteous men who jumped out on the road.
Who came up with this idea?
Even if you want to welcome him, it won't be so... "grand", right?
But he didn't expect that the grand ceremony was yet to come!
The carriage, surrounded by men, entered the village all the way.
All the snow on the village road has been cleared away, and the wheels are much easier to walk on than before, and there is no longer any bumps.
Walking calmly, Old Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was relieved, the car turned at the intersection, and in an instant he saw the "lively and festive" scene at the entrance of the sweet potato workshop not far ahead.
