Carrying more than three thousand yuan, Yang Lei's hands were shaking a little.
Li Liguo took the bag from his hand and said, "Let's go."
The young man still needs to practice.
Li Zhengguo was dissatisfied when he heard that he only paid 17 cents per catty, "I'll wait for him to come. If the negotiation doesn't work out, I'll change the buyer. We have no shortage of customers for our watermelons."
The next day, Zeng Shengchun came.
Li Zhengguo showed him the greenhouse, "Look at my determination. Do you feel guilty for paying 171 pounds? If you can't eat it, I will send him to Kyoto."
"You also know the taste of this watermelon. If you send it to Kyoto, you can't even sell it for two or three cents per pound. It's a pity that I don't have a transportation team. Otherwise, what else do you have to do?"
Zeng Shengchun's eyes lit up when he saw the greenhouse with brick walls and steel frames that seemed to stretch endlessly in the west of the village.
"Okay, I'll give you 181 kilograms, and we'll set a different price if it's out of season in winter. You promise to supply it all to me. I'll be a second-tier dealer and retail at the same time."
Li Zhengguo asked instead, "Where are the winter vegetables? I don't plan to grow watermelons three times a year for the time being."
"I'm worried that the market is too saturated, and I'm also worried that people will get tired of my watermelon. After all, watermelon prices are high and it doesn't matter whether you're full. Vegetables are indispensable on the table."
Zeng Shengchun stared at Li Zhengguo, "If it still matures in a step-by-step manner, I will charge 80% of the market retail price for the season."
Li Zhengguo nodded, "Okay, I'll give you a chance to be a second-tier dealer, and we'll write a contract."
"Walk."
It was still a shabby office. Zeng Shengchun joked to Li Zhengguo, "Don't new officials get new desks?"
Li Zhengguo shook his head, "If you don't change it, if you don't have any spare energy, all the vain things will be a waste."
"Is it a big investment?"
"Well, a loan of two million."
Zeng Shengchun took a breath and said, "You are quite courageous."
Li Zhengguo asked back, "If I don't make a big fight, what's the point of me taking over the position of village chief? Am I sticking to the rules? That's the thinking of the older generation."
"you are right."
Zeng Shengchun pointed to the village road that was just being built outside the office, "I support you."
"Thanks."
Zeng Shengchun read and reviewed the contract drafted by Li Zhengguo, then picked up his pen and signed it.
"This contract is written in great detail and all the terms are complete."
After the buyer's contract was signed, Li Zhengguo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go to my house for a casual meal."
Visible to the naked eye, Zeng Shengchun's smile became much more sincere, "Then I won't be polite."
Li Zhengguo pushed him out and said, "Let's go, we have been in a relationship for so many years, do we still need to say such polite words?"
When he arrived at Li's house, he didn't see Haohao and Xiaobo. Zeng Shengchun was a little disappointed, "Where are the two babies?"
"I went to the county town to go to school. I will be back during the summer vacation next month."
"Have you gone to school? I haven't seen Haohao and Xiaobo in two years."
Li Zhengguo spoke mercilessly, "Who is to blame? What have you been busy with in the past two years? You only sent your subordinates to collect watermelons."
"My mother is old and has been in poor health for the past two years. I have been with her all the time and can't leave."
"Then you should tell her to eat more vegetables from our village. I will pick some back for you in a while."
"Okay, I'm welcome."
"You say that again."
Tian Jing's cooking skills are very good. In recent years, Ah Feng has taken the initiative to teach her some simple dishes and praised her for her talent in cooking.
"Brother Zeng, eat more. My aunt is not in good health. I will bring you dried pheasants and wild mushrooms later and make soup for her. Just drink the soup. She won't be able to digest the pheasant meat."
"well."
Zeng Shengchun's eyes were a little red, "You are very sincere. My mother must be very happy."
Li Zhengguo sent Zeng Shengchun to the other side of the Ku River and helped him carry large and small bags.
It wasn't until the car disappeared that he returned to the village and continued his work.
…
It was summer vacation, and Mother Li returned to the village with her four children.
Zeng Shengchun brought his subordinates to collect watermelons and took photos in the village with his camera.
Li Zhengguo didn't care what he took. Even if he took a photo with his family, he would cooperate.
"Just in time, take a family photo for us."
After taking two pictures, Mother Li stopped and said, "You take the pictures, Haohao and the others will take the pictures."
Li Min came with her husband and young son to take pictures.
Zeng Shengchun also took the photo. He brought a lot of film just to take enough photos in one go.
Seeing Li Weili, she even winked at Li Zhengguo, "Your genes are too strong."
Li Zhengguo hit him and said, "If my girl starts crying, it will be shocking and earth-shattering."
Li Weili was dissatisfied, "Dad, what year are you talking about? I'm already six years old."
Li Zhengguo pretended to think for a while, "Oh, I don't remember. Dad has been too busy recently and his memory has deteriorated."
"dad!"
"Hahaha."
Zeng Shengchun laughed loudly, "Your family has so many children, it's so lively."
Li Zhengguo took his youngest son and said, "Come here, let me introduce you solemnly. This is my youngest son, Li Weixin, whose nickname is Ranran."
"You have many things to do, so you won't be busy for a few years. Next time you come, you won't recognize my baby anymore."
Seeing Li Weixin who was completely different from the Li family, Zeng Shengsheng was surprised, "He? He is also your son?"
Li Zhengguo nodded, "Yes, this is my youngest son."
"Super, super life?"
Li Zhengguo winked at him and said, "I picked it up."
Zeng Shengchun "..." Just pick it up, why are you winking?
"Come on, Ranran, let Uncle Zeng take some more photos for you."
The four brothers and sisters took a group photo, and the eight elder cousins took a group photo.
The eight photos are taken individually and in pairs.
It wasn't until all of Zeng Shengchun's film was taken that the eight children thanked Uncle Zeng and went to the courtyard in the east of the village.
Li Zhengguo said sheepishly: "We will pay for the film and the money for developing the photos."
Zeng Shengchun glanced at him sideways, "What's the problem? As their uncle, I take pictures of the children, and you still need money?"
"Thank you then. I happen to be poor."
"Who believes it?"
…
Along with the photos, there was also a photo album. Zeng Shengchun said that it was a gift from him to his baby. Over the years, he had really never bought anything for his baby.
Since Zeng Shengchun said this, Li Zhengguo was not polite.
The difference in the price of the watermelon allowed Zeng Shengchun to make a lot of money. Aren't these things trivial?
…
When school started, Tian Jing and her mother-in-law went to the county town with their seven children.
I asked Ouyang's father to help find the principal. Hearing that they were Li Weihao's younger brothers and sisters, the principal personally asked the questions.
As a result, of course, I happily accepted three new students.
Tian Jing was worried that her mother-in-law would be too busy, so Mother Li urged her to go back to work.
"Don't worry, I just buy food, cook and wash clothes, nothing else. The children are very well behaved. You can go back and raise seedlings as soon as possible."
Tian Jing warned her daughter and eldest son.
Li Weili waved to her mother, "Goodbye, Mom, I promise not to make any noise."
…
While harvesting corn, villagers go to the mountains to cut thatch. The dried thatch can be used together with the corn stalks to make straw curtains.
The shelves made of steel bars and the heat-insulating straw curtains are not too heavy.
We didn't have enough corn stalks, so we bought some from Wang'er Village.
Watermelons were sold until it snowed.
During these four months, I was able to haul six or seven carts of watermelons out every day.
Large trucks have raised guardrails and tier rails. Because of the special nature of watermelons, they cannot be stacked after two tiers.
There must be a tiered rail, but it can only pull about five tons, and because of the poor road conditions, there is wear and tear.
That's it, there is still watermelon left.
The villagers are anxious, but Li Zhengguo is not anxious, and neither is Zeng Shengchun. He is waiting for the price to rise.
Since autumn, all the watermelons on the market have come from his hands.
How good watermelon tastes. Judging from the fact that his mother doesn’t want to eat meat or apples, but only wants to eat vegetables and watermelon, it is simply good news for the elderly and children.
There are not many fruits in winter.
There are only 900 tons left, which may not be enough for those units to grab during the Chinese New Year.
Finally, he raised the retail price of watermelon to 30 cents per pound, and then used 250 cents to haul away the last 900 tons.
Zeng Shengchun agreed that after finishing the watermelon, he would concentrate on pulling the vegetables.
As for the cost of the car, he will settle it after the village settles it.