Text Volume 075 [Small Trial]
If a second-generation rich or second-generation official came to stand in the village at this time, looking around, he might say: The scenery here is so beautiful!
The distant mountains are like Dai, beautiful and picturesque.
After a new rain, the grass and trees in the mountains have begun to sprout, occasionally dotted with a few early-blooming wildflowers. Farmers' residences are scattered on the mountainside, dotted with dots, and there is little smoke from cooking.
These are only suitable for viewing from a distance, not up close.
When you get closer, the first thing you can't stand is the nose. Sweeping is not allowed on the first and second day of the Lunar New Year. The courtyard dam is full of poultry manure, mixed with the fermented smell of soil feed, which directly makes the city people walk away with their noses covered.
There are all earth-walled and tile-roofed houses, some of which seem to be falling down, but the peasants still live in peace.
This dilapidated village in the mountains is even poorer than Song Weiyang's grandmother's family.
How poor are you?
During the Spring Festival, some villagers still wear straw sandals, and almost all of them have various patches on their clothes.
The village cadres here obviously have nothing to gain and are the purest public servants.
The village party secretary walked quickly on a pair of yellow rubber shoes, with new clothes on his upper body and a pair of old trousers on his lower body. The smile on his face was honest and cunning. He glanced at the car first, then wiped his hands on his clothes, as if he had wiped his hands clean, he shook hands with Zheng Xuehong enthusiastically: Hi, boss, boss is here to do business in the mountains?
I'm the driver of the big boss, Zheng Xuehong pointed at Song Weiyang, the big boss is over there!
The 24 cart pushers had already received their money, but they all refused to leave, as if they still wanted to take work from Song Weiyang.
The car has been cleaned, but there are too many people washing the car, because the 100 yuan car washing fee almost broke out, and now they are still arguing about how to distribute it.
The village party secretary came up to Song Weiyang next to him, and flattered him, What kind of business does the big boss do? We have herbs in the mountains, wild ones, and they are very effective. There are also many wild fruits, which are dried in the sun. I can make tea.
Song Weiyang handed him a cigarette and asked, Are you the village chief here?
Yes, I am the village party secretary, and my name is Zhang Xuehong. The village party secretary said.
Song Weiyang smiled and winked at Zheng Xuehong, Zheng Xuehong said happily, Secretary Zhang, did you get your name again after the founding of the People's Republic?
The village party secretary said with a smile: My previous name was a bit reactionary. It was called Zhang Zhongqing. This is the new China, and I must not be loyal to the Qing Dynasty, so I changed my name to Xuehong to learn from the Red Army.
Xuehong, Aihong, Xuejun, Aijun, Jianguo, Weiguo, Patriotic... These names appeared very frequently decades ago.
Song Weiyang said, Secretary Zhang, I'm here to find someone.
Who are you looking for? the village party secretary asked.
Chen Tao. Song Weiyang said.
There was silence all around, including the cart pushers from the town and the villagers who were arguing for money for the car wash, they all suddenly turned to look at Song Weiyang at this moment.
There are several villages around the town, and in the past ten years, there have been only five technical secondary school students, including Chen Tao and his brother.
Every technical secondary school student is destined to become a well-known celebrity in the town when they get the admission notice.
The village party secretary was taken aback for a moment, apparently remembering the rumors of the past two days, and asked, Chen...Chen Tao? Do you know Tao Zi?
Song Weiyang nodded and said, I heard that she was being bullied, so I rushed over to have a look.
The village party secretary immediately made an angry expression: It's all the old women in the village talking nonsense. I have already criticized it!
Song Weiyang asked: Where is Chen Tao's house? Take me there!
Okay, you come with me, his house is next to the school. The village party secretary immediately led the way.
The school is located in the very center of the whole village. Cars can't drive there, so they can only walk, and there are a large group of spectators behind.
After walking for a few minutes, Song Weiyang saw a row of brick and tile houses, which seemed to be the only brick and wood buildings in the village.
The school has three rooms, one office and two classrooms. The classrooms have large windows without window panes, allowing light to pass through in summer, wind to pass through in winter, and rain to permeate throughout the year, making us very close to nature.
The village party secretary introduced: There are only two teachers in the school. One is Tao Zi's father, and the other is a child from the city who supports the education. Dad and the teacher teach a class alone, until the sixth grade is gone, and the junior high school has to go to the town to study.
Song Weiyang was a little puzzled: How can two teachers teach the sixth grade?
The village party secretary explained: Students are recruited once every three years. If the baby does not catch up with the first grade at the age of 7, then he has to wait until the age of 9 or 10. This is not bad. The problem is that the supporting teachers cannot be retained, and they can work for half a year. It’s hard to find. Taozi’s father often leads two classes by himself. One class gives lectures, and the other class does homework. The mountains are miserable, thanks to Taozi’s father. So this time, when the women talk nonsense, I scold them. These are all things with long hair and short knowledge!
Zheng Xuehong suddenly assisted: We are here this time to pick up Chen Tao's family and move them to the city. They are too bullied here!
That can't be done, the village party secretary panicked. Once their family leaves, there will be no teachers in the village.
What if we don't move away, but stay in the village and make people's spines poked? Song Weiyang sneered.
The village party secretary immediately turned around and said to the villagers who came to see the excitement: Who dares to say another bad word about Taozi, I will kill him, don't think I can't do it!
A woman muttered: Who are you scaring? Reading is useful, it's not uncommon!
Who? Who's talking? The village party secretary put one hand on his hip and pointed at the villagers with the other. Whoever said it, stand up for me!
No one answered.
Song Weiyang smiled and said, Study is useless, right? You should know that a few months ago, Chen Tao sent home hundreds of thousands of dollars. Do you know where the money came from?
Meat money! Someone said in a muffled voice.
The village party secretary was furious, rushed into the crowd, grabbed a middle-aged woman, and slapped her across the face: The prodigal daughters of Xu Youtian's family, you don't have good ears when you are me, do you? It can be heard from ten miles away.
The middle-aged woman sat down on the ground, clutching the corner of the village party secretary's clothes and crying loudly: Wow... the village party secretary is beating someone! Help, the village party secretary is going to beat me to death! God, you don't have eyes! , I'm going to be beaten to death...
The village party secretary didn't like that, shook the middle-aged woman's hand away, and cursed: Go home and die, shame on me!
The middle-aged woman was still crying, but the other villagers were laughing, anyway, just watch if there is something exciting.
Shut up!
The village party secretary scolded, and said to Song Weiyang with a smile, Boss, please continue.
Song Weiyang said: Chen Tao came to the Special Economic Zone half a year ago, and first worked in my company. But she is smart, educated, and she made me millions with just one idea! I think she is a talent, so I rewarded her More than 100,000 yuan, and she was promoted to be a manager. This is the use of reading! If you don’t read, you don’t even know the words, and you can only work hard if you go to work in the city. Chen Tao is different. She has the ability to read, relying on knowledge and culture Get rich! You people know what a fart, selling meat can sell hundreds of thousands of dollars? Selling the whole living person is only a few thousand dollars!
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.
You can be rewarded hundreds of thousands for an idea? It's fake.
He is a big boss, and there is no shortage of hundreds of thousands. He will pay 100 for every car wash. I just asked those push carts, 24 people, 100 yuan each.
I just said that Taozi is not that kind of person. This girl has been high-minded since she was a child. How could she go out and sell her?
Of course, the entire commune (the old name of the township) only got a few out of the exam? Taozi is amazing. When she took the exam for the technical secondary school, she ranked third in the county!
Chen Lao Er has really made a fortune, and his son and daughter are all promising.
...
Song Weiyang and Zheng Xuehong looked at each other and smiled. The villagers were ignorant, and they were bluffed by a few casual words. What really needed to think was the cotton spinning factory in the city.
Of course, it was possible to go so smoothly because Song Weiyang had laid the groundwork.
There are more than 20 people pushing a car, and the cart fee alone is more than 2,000. If you come to the village to offer a reward of 100 yuan to wash the car, you will immediately establish the image of a big boss, and everything he says next will be credible enough.
Rumors are very troublesome things. The more you explain, the more unclear you may be.
Rumors don't stop at wise men, and many times, rumors stop at bigger rumors. I believe that within a few days, the news about Chen Tao becoming rich by relying on his ingenuity will spread throughout the country and become a local folk legend.