Chapter 296: 296 Maotai and Tobacco

Chapter 296 296. Moutai and Tobacco

Zhu Jun is right.

So Song Tan also nodded: "It's okay."

“After all, this is Qiaoqiao’s first time bringing goods, so our requirements are not high. The sales volume of 4,100 is enough.”

Zhu Jun also laughed: "The sales volume of 4100 is very different - wait, sales volume or sales volume?"

Song Tan smiled honestly: "4100 copies."

Zhu Jun: ...the beginning of everything...difficult? ? ?

She coughed dryly, hiding all the words of encouragement in her mouth. She simply changed the subject and said: "

“By the way, part of the subsidy mentioned earlier has already been received in the early stage.”

“But there are still some things that need time to be verified. For example, the peach trees on your mountain have to wait until they are harvested. Then we can verify that they are not planted casually to defraud subsidies. Someone will verify it at that time.”

Song Tan nodded: "Okay!"

Compared with today's income, although the subsidy is not small, it is not much. but…

She still owes the village 70,000 yuan.

After all, who asked her family to build a house first?

Fortunately, although Zhu Jun is a college student village official, he still has a thorough understanding of the situation in the countryside.

May and June are inherently awkward periods, with no harvest and no harvest season.

To be honest, Song Tanjia has figured out so many ways to make money since the beginning of this year, which makes her happy.

Now she is looking at this unpredictable girl of the same age, and all she sees is the prospect—this year, she can buy 20 acres of forest without any money.

But the mountains at the back are surrounded by a bowl shape, and the total area in all directions is more than 200 acres!

If the harvest is good this year, wouldn’t it be normal to continue harvesting next year?

With more land, not enough manpower at home, and the area is not suitable for machines, won’t jobs in the village become available?

The quality of life of the villagers has improved, and each household has thought about something else. Gradually, it has become more popular, and it has become more confident to go back to the superiors to apply for road construction.

Once the traffic becomes smoother, won’t the popularity slowly come back?

All of this has been planned in Zhu Jun’s mind for the long term.

Facing Song Tan, a capable villager with his own sales channels, she was filled with joy. Why did she care if the money came one day earlier or one day later?

●The contract originally stated that it was for half a year, but it has only been two months, so don’t rush!

Turning around, she said another thing:

“You’re keeping a close watch on the mountain, right?”

Song Tan nodded.

Surrounded by an iron fence, there are a circle of golden cherry trees and two dogs.

If this is no longer safe, then unless half the village comes to grab things.

Zhu Jun smiled: "I went to Grandma Hongying's house that day and saw the spawn sticks you gave to the elderly in the village. They are growing quite well."

“I think your white fungus will be more luxuriant now, but I’m afraid someone in the village will take advantage of it.”

Those black fungus sticks are made from the same batch as those on the mountain.

At the beginning, it was Song Sancheng and Song Youde who took the initiative and gave food and a stick to every elderly person who came to help.

If nothing else, it’s no problem to stand anywhere on the porch and add dishes to yourself every once in a while.

It is precisely because of this humble consideration that the old Song family always responds when looking for people to work in the village.—Rural areas are a unique social system that is different from cities.

In the village, if there is not enough favor, even if the money is available, few people will take care of you when you ask for help when you need to do work.

It is precisely because of this style that Zhu Jun is even more certain: they will never only care about their own prosperity!

Therefore, she seemed to be very active when it came to matters involving the old Song family.

However, apart from these, Song Tan also noticed something was wrong -

Things have been taken care of, why is this little branch secretary still wandering around here and not moving away for a long time?

Song Tan glanced at her: "Zhu Zhishu, haven't you had dinner yet?"

Zhu Jun immediately laughed: "I am a cadre after all, so I can't always take advantage of your family - it would be so embarrassing to go to your house for dinner!"

Song Tan: ...You call this embarrassing?

But the little party secretary did real things in the village, so he still took her back to the courtyard now.

Zhu Jun did not take advantage of others as she said. Now she took out two bottles of wine from the trunk and asked Song Youde to take a look. His eyes immediately lit up!

"I'm so sorry to have such a good wine... I can't have it, I just want it..."

It would be more believable if you don't keep your eyes glued to it when you say "can't have it".

Zhu Jun smiled kindly and greenly, as if she was really a young girl: "Grandpa Song, don't be polite. I got these from home without spending any money. We don't drink much at home, so it would be a pity to leave them there. Already?"

Good guy!

Song Tan glanced at the bottle of Maotai and thought that your family is really rich.

But thinking about it, if you spend 20,000 yuan to buy tea without blinking an eye, the difference is not much different.

This wine was obviously delivered to Song Youde's heart, so much so that the little old man hesitated for a long time, pushing him to give way. Then he accepted the wine with embarrassment and joy on his face, and then asked happily: "Congratulations to the Party Secretary..."

“Grandpa Song, I’ll stay home for dinner, we are a family, just call me Xiao Zhu.”

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, looked honest and honest.

“Xiao Zhu, does anyone in your family smoke?”

As soon as the little old man saw the good wine, his whole body became unrestrained: "Let me tell you," he pulled the little Mazar closer: "Tantan planted several rows of tobacco leaves for me on the ridge of the field this year, and it will be done soon. A batch is baked, golden and full of aroma! ”

"I'll give you these two bottles of wine. If someone in your family wants to smoke, I'll give you a share!"

Zhu Jun blinked and thought about the issue of permission to grow tobacco, and then smiled:

“No, Grandpa Song, a gentleman doesn’t take what others like. If you like it so much, just keep it for yourself.”

“In my family, my father and grandfather are all used to smoking cigarettes.”

However, Song Youde was a stubborn old man.

He felt that this little branch secretary was real!

He must also be honest in return!

There is nothing wrong with him giving cigarettes in return when someone brings him wine!

At this moment, there was a look of disapproval on his face: "Cigarettes are called cigarettes, but they smell bad when smoked! Our local tobacco smells good when smoked—"

“Smoking is harmful to health!!”

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Qiao stood nearby and shouted loudly.

Song Youde:…

Looking at the children around him who were glaring at him, it was obvious that none of them supported smoking. Only his son and his seventh uncle were sitting aside, looking at the sky, the ground, and the stove, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Song Youde:…

He smiled coquettishly, but he did not make any big announcement. He just whispered to Zhu Jun:

"You wait a little longer. After a while, it will be baked, and I will save the best for you."

I wish you, the branch secretary, never suffer a loss!

(End of this chapter)

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