In Qingshan Village, the courtyard of the village committee is already crowded with people.
Except for some people with limited legs and feet and those who were not in the village, nearly two hundred people came quickly following the call from the radio.
A few men were even wearing work clothes and holding hoes in their hands. It looked like they had just come from the fields in a hurry.
"What's going on? We already had a meeting this month. Why did you call us here again this early in the morning?"
"Who says it's not the case? The guy from our family is also in the village committee. He was shocked."
"Maybe it's a good thing. I think the village chief looks very happy."
"Isn't that the son-in-law of the Jinmei family? Why is he standing with the village chief, talking and laughing. The village chief had previously made it difficult for the old Li family to step down and broke off the engagement."
For a time, the people gathered together were talking about it.
The men smoked cigarettes and boasted, showing off their income this year.
The women were chatting in small groups about the neighboring village and knitting sweaters with wool in their hands.
Everyone was full of curiosity about Zhao Tiechui and Yang Chen standing together.
"Xiaoran's father, look, isn't that my uncle?"
While everyone was talking about it, Li Dashan's family of three also came from home.
When he went out, Li Xiaoran discovered that Yang Chen was missing.
However, when the loudspeaker of the village committee sounded, everyone had to go over. This was the rule of the village. So they did not rush to find Yang Chen and rushed over as quickly as possible.
Who would have thought that Yang Chen would be in the courtyard of the village committee, and he would even be standing on the stage with the village chief. The two of them were talking and laughing, just like father and mother.
"Why is he here?"
Li Xiaoran looked at Yang Chen on the stage, frowned slightly, and muttered.
Yang Chen on the stage glanced at Li Xiaoran's family and waved hello.
"Lao Li, your son-in-law is okay. He has become so familiar with the village chief in just a few days."
Lao Wang next door patted Li Dashan on the shoulder and said.
"That's it, who is my uncle? He knows a big boss like Zhao An'an. The harvest in the village this year is not all solved by my uncle. Isn't it right that the village chief should have a better attitude towards him?"
Jin Mei folded her hands on her chest and said proudly.
When the few narrow-minded and talkative women around heard Jin Mei's words, they felt sour in their hearts, snorted coldly, and muttered curses quietly.
"Everyone, be quiet!"
At this moment, Zhao Tiechui on the stage shouted loudly.
In an instant, everyone in the village fell silent and looked at the village chief, Zhao Tiechui.
"We are summoned to the village committee for a meeting today. We have two things to announce."
"The first thing we need to do is learn from Li Dashan's family and understand the difficulties and painstaking efforts of the village committee. After the family's economic conditions improved, he took the initiative to ask his son-in-law Yang Chen to hand over the quota of low-income households to the village, and the village committee
After the assessment, the subsistence allowance quota will be transferred to families in need! Tomorrow our village committee will hold a meeting to study and decide on the candidates for the new subsistence allowance households. In the afternoon, everyone can come to the village committee to sign up and apply."
Zhao Tiechui glanced at the audience, leaned on crutches and looked like a leader, and shouted loudly.
"Lao Li, why are you so crazy? One hundred yuan a month is not free of charge."
"Huh, it's amazing how much money I've made, and I've even taken the initiative to hand over my subsistence allowance quota. I think it's just to show off."
"That's right, look at the way Jin Mei looks at people with her chin, she deserves to be poor for so many years."
This news immediately caused an uproar in the entire audience.
Everyone looked at Li Xiaoran's family in the crowd and started muttering about anything.
"What...when did it happen..."
Li Dashan's family of three opened their eyes wide when they heard that Yang Chen handed over the quota of low-income households to the village committee.
They didn't know the news at all.
"How about it? Unlike your family, we buy a tractor and still occupy the quota of low-income households!"
"If you have the ability, you can find such a good son-in-law."
On the contrary, it was Jin Mei who stood up, put her hands on her hips and shouted angrily.
Now that 100,000 yuan is placed in the passbook, she doesn't care at all about the money from the subsistence allowance households.
Although she was a little shocked when she heard the news, Jin Mei didn't feel that her son-in-law had done anything wrong.
Li Dashan and Li Xiaoran glanced at each other, then raised their heads to look at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen looked indifferent, holding a cigarette in his hand and grinning with his teeth bared.
"I really consider myself a son-in-law..."
Li Xiaoran glared at Yang Chen on the stage and muttered.
"Okay, quiet, quiet."
"The second thing is that Yang Chen has something to tell you. This is a good thing to make money. Everyone should listen carefully."
Seeing the chaos in the audience, Zhao Tiechui stamped his cane and shouted angrily.
The villagers in the yard shut their mouths one after another, not daring to express their anger.
"Xiao Yang, tell everyone about the good things you said about making money."
Zhao Tiechui smiled.
He didn't care what Yang Chen was talking about now. He told the whole village about handing over the quota for low-income households. This was an ironclad fact. Even if Li Dashan and Jin Meili came to the village committee to repent, then
He also had good reason to refuse and use the subsistence allowance quota to find a reliable person who would support his re-election as village chief next year.
"Everyone, our family will hand over the subsistence allowance quota. This is also the decision of my father-in-law, mother-in-law, and my wife." Yang Chen said, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a smile, and he glanced at Li Xiaoran in the crowd, and then the conversation started.
He turned around and said: "I asked the village chief to summon everyone today because I have a good thing to tell everyone."
"Yang Chen, are you trying to make us money?"
"Yes, you know the big boss now. Everyone trusts you. Don't lie to us."
Several people in the audience laughed and shouted.
"Uncle Liu, don't worry, I look like a very honest and honest person."
"The reason why I called you here today is to buy your local chickens at a high price. As many as you want, I won't refuse anyone who comes!"
Yang Chen's voice rose a little and he said.
When Li Xiaoran heard this, his big beautiful eyes flickered slightly, as if he suddenly realized: "He actually wants to do this?"
"Purchase it at a high price? How much does it cost? The two hundred families in our village add up to at least seven to eight hundred."
"That's right, don't talk nonsense. Nowadays, a chicken killed in the town costs 40 yuan, and seven or eight hundred chickens cost 30,000 yuan!"
"Does your family have thirty thousand? Hahahahaha."
Upon hearing that Yang Chen wanted to buy local chickens at a high price, the people below burst into laughter.
The village chief on the stage was also a little stunned, looking at Yang Chen's side face in a daze: "This kid...why does it feel like he cheated me?"
"Forty yuan per pound!"
Yang Chen listened to the laughter and ridicule from the audience, slowly stretched out four fingers, and said with a smile: "Based on the average chicken weighing two kilograms, the average price of a chicken is eighty, this price