He is indeed giving away money now. Yan Zixiu feels that it is not easy to give away money now.

First, the infinite wealth of the Immortal Mansion comes out too slowly. There are still some blanks in the twelve palaces of the Immortal Mansion, and I don’t know what treasures there are.

Second, even if it is provided unlimitedly, it cannot be given away for no reason. If you pour a lot of corn threshers on the street, wouldn't it scare people?

Third, even if there is fate, it must be done in a knowledgeable way, and it must not cause contradictions, but it must also guide people to make progress.

But this trouble can be said to be the trouble of happy people.

Accountant Chen, who was tall and thin and wore a blue hat, stood up and handed over a bag of money: "Assistant Yan, this is the price of the 101 threshers last time. It was given to your classmate at the factory price, a total of 4545 yuan.

.There is also 10,000 yuan for the conditioner, and the conditioned carrots and sweet potatoes have been sold. The money for grass planting this time will be given to you next time.”

Yan Zixiu counted out 10,000 and took the rest, and handed the rest to Accountant Chen, saying: "My classmate and I have a very good relationship. He entrusted me to donate these small changes and the money from the first batch of grass seeds to Gulou."

Village Civilization Fund, poverty alleviation, aiding students, aiding patients, and rewarding harmony. You can nominate trustworthy people to look after it." Everyone applauded warmly, thinking that Assistant Yan's classmates are really great.

Mayor Lin and Mayor Wang were also slightly moved, and lamented that this man was just different from other people. He would give up such a large amount of money at the drop of a hat.

Together, the two of them figured out that if the township invested 150 yuan in Gulou Village, it would earn 3,000 yuan during the Spring Festival. What if there were 15 village collectives in the entire township? They would not be able to increase their income by 45,000 yuan by the Spring Festival? This matter is on the way back.

, we have to discuss it with Xiao Yan quickly.

As if realizing what they were thinking, Yan Zixiu said: "The Administrative Office attaches great importance to this pilot project and held a special meeting to study it. These trees and grass are not given to anyone who wants them. They must meet the conditions and be like.

Gulou Village set up a civilized fund like this, and selected trusted people to look after it. The village's dividends were deposited into the civilized fund in proportion to ensure that they would not be spent carelessly. If there is embezzlement and misappropriation, not only will there be punishment, but the subsequent high-tech agricultural products will also be

, and there is no share. If there are family members, the old bullies the younger, the younger bullies the older, husband and wife bully each other, ignores the children, abandons the elderly when they get married, the scoring standards will be lowered, and the number of low-level products will be reduced in the future.

Supply. Unless he changes his ways, that’s another matter.”

Township head Lin understood and said: "The pilot project in Gulou Village is very good, very inspiring and can be promoted. In two days, the whole township will hold a meeting. At that time, several main cadres from Gulou Village will be invited to introduce it.

Experience. All villages in the township must take Gulou Village as an example and learn from Gulou Village." Another round of warm applause rang out. Gulou Village, an old and backward village, has shown its face this time.

After it calmed down, Deputy Township Chief Wang asked a question: "Xiao Yan, your idea is very good. However, if some people buy grass seeds directly from the villagers, or they secretly graft Shuiling pear trees in the future, this will

How can we prevent this kind of phenomenon?" When everyone heard this, it made sense. Wouldn't this be a mess?

Yan Zixiu smiled and said: "This can be controlled technically. First, except for special cultivation, these ordinary grasses do not produce seeds. Secondly, if they grow grass privately like this, who will they sell it to in the future? To whom?

Will you pay one yuan a pound to buy it? These grasses can only be purchased by our incense factory at a high price. Even if other incense factories accept them, they lack unique formulas to make calming incense. Just the value of the grass itself cannot be sold.

Third, we only distribute seeds and collect grass to the village collective. If other people want to take advantage of the loopholes, the village collective will not let them go. So in this way, by controlling both the upstream and the downstream, we can ensure that the ideas just mentioned

Realization. Besides, we say that small money must be lived, and big money must be devoted. We will not control it too tightly when it comes to small profits. For example, if someone wants to graft a Shuiling pear tree, the quality of the grafted fruit tree will be greatly reduced. Of course,

The quality will be a little better than ordinary pears. We will not be too strict about this kind of thing. In fact, when everyone has figured it out and is willing to take the road of common prosperity, equality and harmony, we will support it in the future.

With an upright way to make money, there will be fewer and fewer people who want to cause trouble." Everyone thought this was fair and reasonable, and applauded again.

…

The next morning, Yan Zixiu rode a Feige bicycle and returned to his oldest hometown, Shiheji. It is said that this is the place where Shan Xiongxin fled incognito, and there are still people with Shan's surname. Why is it called Shiheji?

Legend has it that there once were two small rivers flowing crosswise.

Yan Zixiu was born here. He has too many memories here.

When I first remember it, I was running around in the yard of my hometown. Although he was a boy, his brothers and sisters still gave him a pigtail.

Another time, his mother went to help a neighbor pick up his new daughter-in-law. He thought that his mother was leaving him, so he cried loudly and chased the carriage that was going away. But how could his little short legs catch up? When he was getting more and more hopeless, the carriage stopped.

When he got down, the adults following him carried him into the carriage. So the fear of being abandoned became his subconscious mind.

There is a chun tree in the yard. When I was a child, my sister would look at the chun tree and sing songs: chun tree daddy, chun tree mother... I can’t remember the kid behind.

At that time, the walnut tree in the village collective vegetable garden grew very low. He and his friends played on it, covering their eyes with an adult's handkerchief and playing hide-and-seek. Because it was safe, the adults were reassured.

The only thing that scared the boy was an old well not far from home. Bluestone steps surrounded the wellhead. The adults stood at the corner of the square wellhead with their feet apart, lowered the bucket with a thick rope, and then

Swing the rope left and right to let the bucket turn left and right to draw water, and then loosen it suddenly. With a bang, the bucket submerged into the water. Then swing the rope left and right to lift up a bucket full of water. This is really a technical job.

The boy stood watching from a distance, but did not dare to go to the wellhead. He only looked into the well under the supervision of adults. He saw that the walls of the well were covered with moss, wet and slippery, and the well water

It's very deep. If you fall here, you won't survive.

The other is the village collective's motor shaft. The rusty gears and iron-red chains make the kid stay away from it.

There is also my grandpa’s vegetable garden and the shack in the vegetable garden. In the vegetable garden, it is a great pleasure to find all kinds of ripe cantaloupes. Some are called Gypsophila, and some are called Big Old Noodles. If you are lucky, there will be many kinds of ripe melons in the grass.

You can also find fragrant Xiangbulangzi, which is what people call foreign girls now. There is a dry and transparent outer film, and inside is the yellow-green fruit. By the way, there are also sweet black beans.

This is the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, an alluvial plain. The river has flooded many times, and I don’t know how many layers it has covered.

Near the northwest corner of the house in his hometown, a corner of a sunken ship was dug out during excavation. In the southwest corner, an underground hole was also dug with some ancient bricks. They were dug back and forth, as if they were dug under a bridge. This

I don’t know who walked across the bridge in the past, and I don’t know who sat on that boat.

…

Shiheji is a large village, with two village committees in the east and west, Shidong and Shixi. Yan Zixiu’s old house is in Shixi, close to East and West Street. When he was young, he felt that it would take a long time to walk to the west entrance of the village, but now it is

It seemed like it only took a few steps.

The old house is now occupied by the fifth uncle's family, and to the east is the fourth uncle's house, but the fourth uncle has passed away. Grandma lives at the second uncle's house in the south of the village. When she met the fifth uncle a few days ago, she had asked him to bring some Shuiling pears to grandma.

, so don’t rush to see her.

Grandpa and grandma live with my third uncle in the northwest corner of the village. My second uncle lives slightly to the south.

When he was a child, Yan Zixiu went to school from the village to Shiheji, four miles away. After school in the morning, he had to go back to the village to eat. Before returning home, he often went to his grandfather's house to get a hot sweet potato to eat before going on the road. Especially in winter, facing the cold weather

It's hard to walk in the cold wind, but having a warm sweet potato on your belly is very warm.

Grandpa is very generous. Because he loves Yan Zixiu’s mother, he also loves Yan Zixiu and his brothers and sisters. When we go to get sweet potatoes, grandpa always asks us to get one more. Grandma is a little reluctant and sometimes has a little objection.

, saying, “We don’t have many families,” but we didn’t stop him.

Yan Zixiu walked to school for six years. In total, he went to his grandpa to eat hot sweet potatoes more than 300 times. So why did he want to buy a fur coat for his grandpa? It was because of the warmth of family ties.

The gate of my grandpa's house faces west. There is a gentle slope downwards at the gate. You can see the gate from Guan Road.

Yan Zixiu rode his bicycle down Guan Road, pedaled twice and arrived outside the gate. When he looked inside the gate, his grandfather and grandma were sitting under the big elm tree, shelling corn.

Oops, Yan Zixiu slapped his head. He left in a hurry last time and forgot to tell his grandfather to send a threshing machine. He quickly took out one from the fairy mansion, pretended to carry it on a bicycle, and entered the door: "Grandpa,

"Grandma." In the countryside, there is only one word for grandma.

My grandfather's name is Ci Maorong. He is over 70 years old. He is very thin and has a goatee. His hands have been shaking since he was young. My grandmother's surname is Cao. She has a round face and is very white.


Chapter completed!