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Chapter 27 The order is here (for further reading)

In the village.

The weather has returned to fine weather, and September has quietly come to an end.

Jiang Chen received a call from Tang Wan. He received the beef jerky and it tasted good. The sisters in the dormitory all liked it and asked him to make more next time and pay for it.

Less than a day later, I received another letter, also from the capital.

"Dear classmate Jiang Chen:

Hello, you can see the word as the face.

Please forgive me for calling you this, because after thinking about it, I really don’t know.

How should I call you..."

It was still written by Tang Wan.

I don’t know if Tang Xiao secretly said something. Even though I could make phone calls, I would talk on the phone every day, but I still had to write letters.

But it looks quite comfortable, the handwriting is beautiful, and between the lines, it seems like you can really see her writing a letter.

The content is mainly about university life.

There's qigong, there's dance parties, there's also part-time tutoring, etc.

It looks real.

Jiang Chen felt that he might have gone to a fake university.

Then Tang Xiao went on vacation again.

September 30th is Saturday, which happens to be the National Day, so it lasts for three days.

The harvest season has officially arrived.

The first day of October is a crisp autumn day.

Tang Wan called the night before and said that she would go to Xiangshan to see the red leaves with her classmates. She got up early and called again, "My classmates and I went to Xiangshan to see the red leaves..."

It's simply a waste of money.

Jiang Chen said that he also wanted to go to Xiangshan to see the red leaves. Tang Xiao and Xiao Nizi also wanted to go.

But time simply doesn’t allow it.

Traveling far away these days is too strenuous, especially in a city without an airport or a passenger train station.

Moreover, the rice harvest is about to begin, and the two of them cannot leave.

He got up early, tended chickens, fed pigs, washed clothes, and ate. After dinner, Jiang Chen took Tang Xiao to the street and bought two autumn coats. When he came back, the dew had almost dried, so he brought two bundles of straw.

This is the straw that was bundled and collected after this year's early rice harvest. It is usually used to start fires, pad pig pens, and pad chicken coops.

Now I need to use it to make some straw ropes for baling when harvesting late rice.

A tool is something that is locally called a "jiu-bang tube". Jiu, in Mandarin, should be twisted.

This thing is very simple. It is a bamboo strip with a rounded head, half bent into a bow shape, tied with a hemp rope to fix it, and the other half is put in a smooth bamboo tube.

When using it, as long as one person grabs the bamboo tube and shakes it while moving it away, and the other person organizes the straw and holds it steady, you can quickly make straw ropes for tying rice and wheat.

Jiang Chen is responsible for organizing the forage.

Tang Xiao is in charge of shaking.

There is a tacit understanding of cooperation. Shaking and twisting, the straw rope becomes longer and longer, until it is about the same length. Stop adding material, shake it a few more times, tighten it, and then fold it in half. The straw rope will automatically twist like a twist.

That's it.

Of course, it gets tiring after a long time.

It's okay to organize the forage. Anyway, just sit there, organize the forage and catch it. What's uncomfortable is shaking the handle, round and round, which is a waste of your arms.

Zhang Hai came back carrying two snakeskin bags of cotton: "Where do you want to make money from grass?"

Caoyaozi, in local parlance, refers to this kind of straw rope.

Jiang Chen smiled and said: "Yes, when will your few fields be harvested? Do you want to harvest some of them for you?"

"Okay, I just happen to have no tools at home, not even grass."

It's really miserable.

After we were separated, we only had a few acres of thin farmland, no vegetables, no rice, not even firewood for burning.

Suddenly, a monotonous cell phone ringtone rang. Jiang Chen picked it up, took a look at it, and answered the call with a smile: "Hey, Brother Wang, happy National Day!"

"Happy Happy."

"Then what? Just be at home today and send me your home address. We will be on the way now."

Since you can't resist, just lie down. This was the decision made at the Unified Tainan Headquarters meeting. After all, you won't actually suffer.

After being assigned, Wang Yong was already on his way over at this time, accompanied by Luo Zhixian, who had followed him personally.

Jiang Chen was amused: "What do you mean, you have the results, are you ready to place additional orders?"

"About that, I dare not say that there are too many, but there are still orders for 500 tons." Wang Yong said with a smile, but in fact the decision of the headquarters was to eat them all.

Jiang Chen knew it in his heart and said with a smile: "Okay, come on, I'm at home. I'll send you the address. We'll talk about the specific situation when we get there."

Just saying that, the call ended soon.

Tang Xiao then asked with excitement: "Brother Xiaochen, do you really want to add an order?"

"It should be so. It's said to be five hundred tons, but I guess that's not true. They can guarantee a thousand tons."

This is no longer a simple purchase of raw materials.

This is strategy.

So he is very confident about what is going to happen next.

Tang Xiao was shocked: "Five hundred tons, is it real or fake?"

"Yes, Brother Chen, are you kidding me? You need five...five hundred tons so soon?" Zhang Hai stammered, obviously frightened.

Jiang Chen was stunned: "You haven't left yet?"

After saying that, he said to Tang Xiao: "Don't be dazed, shake it quickly, these are two different things. Don't think that there is no need to harvest the rice in the paddy fields because there is an order. I am waiting to eat new rice!"

It is said that late rice is delicious.

Not to mention this newly harvested late rice, I am looking forward to it a bit.

Tang Xiao stuck out his tongue, then started to move, and at the same time he kept snickering.

Zhang Hai still looked that stupid: "Brother Chen, tell me, is it true that it really costs five hundred tons?"

"It's a lie. It's not true what you said. The guarantee can only ask for a thousand tons!" Jiang Chen grabbed the straw with one hand and asked for it, and gave it away with the other hand. He was very skillful.

Zhang Hai then laughed, hehehehe, just like a fool.

Jiang Chen was happy: "Okay, go back and dry your cotton. Be lazy when you get the chance. Be careful that Yangmei will deal with you."

"That's not possible. With this good news, she won't tell me anything even if I've been lazy for three days."

Zhang Hai chuckled and went away. After drying the cotton, he hurried to the fields: "Good news, good news, great news..."

"Why is the good news so successful? I wonder if your family doesn't have a sow now!"

"That's right, maybe there are bayberries again, so I shouldn't come here to tell you!"

"..."

Suddenly the field became lively and everyone was joking.

Yang Mei was also curious and couldn't help but laugh: "Why is it so successful? Is it possible that the village will give out money?"

"Of course not. There is no money in the village. It's Brother Chen. Brother Chen is going to give out money." Zhang Hai said while holding back his excitement.

"Jiang Chen wants to pay?"

"What kind of money does he pay?"

"No way, is there such a good thing?"

"..."

Suddenly the surroundings became curious again.

Zhang Hai told what he heard when he returned, and Yang Mei was overjoyed: "Really, five hundred tons, that much?"

"No, five hundred tons, doesn't that mean we can all grow it?" The surrounding villagers were also surprised.

Zhang Hai said: "It should be true, the boss is already on his way here, and he even called Brother Chen to ask for his address.

But according to Brother Chen, it may be more than 500 tons, and the minimum is 1,000 tons, which is one million kilograms."

"What, one million kilograms?"

"Hey, this is too much, right? How many people can eat just one pickled cabbage?"

"One million kilograms, oh, no, no, no, I'm dizzy, I have to sit down for a while."

"..."

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