Things that seemed difficult to Nie Xinghua and Liang Guanghui were no big deal to Zhang Junping.
The purchase and sale of chemical fertilizers is originally within the scope of the Bureau of Materials.
With Zhang Junping's popularity in the bureau, he would not dare to say more than a few words, but there would be no problem at all in getting 20 to 30 tons.
The reason why I didn't say it all was because I didn't want Nie Xinghua to have the illusion that things were simple.
It’s not that Dongfanghong tractors are unavailable, but the annual output is just that, and farmers all over the country are waiting for tractors.
Zhang Junping, who is of noble character, naturally cannot bear to seize the shares of other farmer brothers.
Anyway, I'm going to Lao Maozi's place to do some business.
Dongfanghong’s technology originally originated from Lao Maozi.
The tractors produced by Laomaozi are absolutely resistant to manufacturing.
Because it was the first time we met and collaborated, everyone was relatively restrained and didn't drink too much at noon.
Zhang Junping took out a box of Maotai and divided it among everyone. Each person had a little more than one bottle.
It was a good time to drink these, everyone was a little drunk, our relationship became much closer, and we talked much more casually.
"Xiao An graduated from junior high school? Raising pigs at home is a bit of an incompetence.
I think he can be transferred to the field department to train him.
Lao Liang, have you finalized the list of people who will go to the agricultural school for training this year?"
"It's decided, but it's okay to communicate with the school and add another place." Liang Guanghui said immediately.
"Then I'll leave this matter to you and communicate with the agricultural school.
Xiao Zhang, our farm has cooperation with the agricultural school. Every year, a group of students are sent to the agricultural school for training and are issued technical secondary school diplomas.
I think Xiao An should go to an agricultural school to study. After all, he is still young and has a junior high school education. Raising pigs at home is a bit unqualified."
"Then I'll thank Senior Official Nie on behalf of Xiao An!"
"What's your name, Senior Officer Nie? Your father and I are about the same age. I'm a big supporter. If you call me Uncle Nie, doesn't it count as taking advantage of you?"
"No, then I'll call you Uncle Nie! Regarding Xiao An's affairs, I'll leave it to Uncle Nie and Director Liang..."
"Hey, you see, I, Old Liang, don't have the seniority of Nie? Can't you just call me Uncle Liang?" Liang Guanghui said with fake anger.
"Okay! Uncle Liang, please calm down. I still need Uncle Liang's help with Xiao An's affairs. I'll give you a toast." Zhang Junping raised his glass with a smile.
He knew that this was a favor given to him.
Agricultural School, BJ City Agricultural School is the earliest formal technical secondary school in BJ.
In this era, those who graduate from technical secondary schools become state cadres.
In the 1980s and 1990s, it was much more difficult to pass the technical secondary school entrance examination than the high school entrance examination.
For Nie Xinghua and Liang Guanghui, how many people want to get into a school that they can't get into is just a matter of words.
Zhang Junping really deserves this favor.
Originally, Zhang Junping had other arrangements for his younger brother Zhang Junan, and planned to wait a few years for him and his father to contract the pig farm on the farm and become a pig king.
But looking at Zhang Junan's longing eyes, Zhang Junping did not refuse.
Walk your own path and choose it yourself.
Zhang Junping doesn't intend to interfere too much.
After seeing off Nie Xinghua and the others, Zhang Junping returned to the main room.
"Pingzi, go and lie down quickly! The bed has been made for you!" Zhang's mother looked at Zhang Junping, whose face was glowing red, and said with some distress.
"Mom, it's okay. Let's talk and I'll go to bed." Zhang Junping sat on the stool and smiled at Zhang's mother.
"Anzi, want to go to school?"
"Well! Brother, I want to go to school." Zhang Junan nodded hard.
"In the past, your parents asked you to go to school, but you refused to go, but now you know how to go to school?
Okay, go ahead if you want to and study hard." Zhang Junping said and said no more.
He shouldn't talk about educating his younger brother. Talking too much will only annoy people.
After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Yuzhi, who was standing beside him looking expectant and confused.
"You have to remember, you have a wife and children, don't be Chen Shimei."
"Who is Chen Shimei?" Zhang Junan asked blankly.
When Zhang Junping slapped his forehead, I thought, "Oh my God."
He forgot that people of this era relied entirely on opera to understand historical figures.
Unlike later generations, children as young as six or seven know who Chen Shimei is.
"Chen Shimei was a top scholar in the Song Dynasty. After he won the top prize, he abandoned his wife and children for the sake of wealth, and was finally chopped down with a guillotine by Bao Gong."
"Brother, don't worry, I will never become Chen Shimei, nor will I give up on Yuzhi." Zhang Jun'an understood now, looked at Zhang Junping with a resentful look, and then quickly expressed his stance.
He already had a premonition that he would not be able to sleep peacefully at night.
"Your eldest brother is right, there is no one in our old Zhang family who has a bad heart.
If you dare to apologize to Yuzhi, I will chop you without Bao Gong." Zhang's father smoked a cigarette and followed him beside him.
"Dad, don't worry, how could I do that kind of inhuman thing?" Zhang Jun'an promised his father again.
After all this trouble, the excitement of just hearing about going to school has passed, and I started to think about other things, "Dad, I'm going to school, what about the pig farm? Can you and my mother be busy?"
I have to say that Zhang Junan is quite filial.
"Dad, I think you and my mother should stop working in the pig farm. It's dirty and tiring.
I'll talk to Nie Xinghua later and give you and my mother a lighter job." Zhang Junping persuaded with a smile.
"No, it was just me and your mother who were able to work on the pig farm in the past. Now we can't do it anymore?"
Pingzi, asking for help is the worst thing to do. If you can do it without asking for help, try not to trouble others." Zhang's father decisively refused Zhang Junping's persuasion, and instead gave him a lesson.
Zhang Junping was very touched by his father's words. He was thinking about him completely. He was afraid that he would open his mouth to ask for favors from others, so he would rather be tired himself.
However, the perspective of considering the problem is different, so the results are completely different.
Zhang Junping explained with a smile: "Dad, you used to be young and could do as much work as the other two, but now you are almost fifty years old, can you still be the same as before?
Besides, this is not me asking them to do something.
You didn't see that they were begging me to do things and arrange jobs for you and my mother, but their way of trying to please me was like arranging for Anzi to go to school."
"Alas! You have grown up and are now more capable than you.
If it's really like what you said, then adjust it for us!
I also want to take advantage of my son!" After hearing Zhang Junping's explanation, Zhang's father was not a stubborn person, so naturally he would not continue to refuse.
"Tomorrow! After I deliver the anthracite and glass to them tomorrow, I'll talk to Nie Xinghua."
"Pingzi, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook it for you.
There is an old hen in our house that can no longer lay eggs. It just so happens that I will stew it for you tonight to replenish it.
You're out there alone, you can't eat well, I'll look at how thin you are."
"Mom, just eat it by yourself after the stew. I won't be at home to eat it tonight." Zhang Junping said apologetically.
The old hen that Mother Zhang talks about does not lay eggs. If she could talk, she would definitely scold her: "I laid an egg yesterday."
"Why don't you eat at home again?" Zhang's mother asked with disappointment.
