Old Zheng probably hasn't met many honest people, and he laughed heartily at the joke.

"Village Chief Liu, if I dare to say it, it must be true."

Look at our mining area, so many people, three meals a day, the amount of food is quite large.

To be frank, even if your entire village delivered food all day, it might not be enough to feed me for just one meal. Do you think I'm exaggerating?

Liu Weimin felt as if he had received a windfall, fearing that if he asked any more questions, the other party would change their mind.

"I believe you, I believe you. As a high-ranking leader, you would never lie to me."

If you trust me, I'll arrange it when I get back. Our greenhouses have just been built recently, so the chives aren't producing much yet, but we can harvest a batch every few days. I'll deliver them to you then.

However, this amount will not be very large.

The vegetables in our garden will be ready quickly, in three or four months. Shall we deliver them to you then?

The last sentence was a test; he was afraid he had misunderstood. Old Zheng laughed heartily and waved his hand.

“My dear niece, to be honest, my purchasing isn’t easy. In the summer, the countryside usually has no shortage of vegetables, but I can’t do that here.”

It's already far from the city, and we can't steal supplies from the city. Going to the countryside to collect them wouldn't be in accordance with regulations. I dared to do that a few years ago, but now I'm afraid someone will be jealous and report me with a letter.

I went further away, but it was inconvenient to transport them back, and they were all wilted when I got back.

Our farms here have limited production, so everyone's scrambling to buy things. These past few years, I've been grabbing things here and there, rushing to every big market. Ugh, it's not as easy to buy meat as I am; I have to piece things together from all sorts of sources.

Brother, I trust you. Firstly, my niece brought this, and secondly, this is it.

What Lao Zheng was pointing to was the document that Liu Weimin had specially obtained from the commune for the Liujiatun Agricultural Cooperative. Cheng Jin had specifically reminded him of this, because apart from Chengjiabaozi always selling black fungus in the name of the village, there really was no precedent.

Ultimately, none of them had the guts.

This set a precedent, and only then did Liu Weimin and his team realize that there were supposedly quite a few conditions and restrictions on this thing. They had managed to find a loophole.

"With this, I'll dare to sign a contract with you and openly and honestly send people to pick up the vegetables."

Jian Dan understood; it wasn't just the village that was anxious, he was anxious too.

The market is under unified management and a planned economy, and their canteen procurement is also restricted. Even though they know that the village has the resources, no one dares to take that step.

But what Lao Zheng said was an exaggeration. As the purchasing director of a major coal mine, who wouldn't be eager to work for him? In such a big county, how could he not have a lot of connections?

However, it's probably true that the supplies are not enough, since rural areas are also facing shortages right now, and even filling their stomachs is difficult.

Liu Weimin felt a surge of warmth and immense relief. He immediately went to the Party Secretary to handle the matter. He had been feeling uneasy, but now his heart was pounding with joy.

"Hey, don't worry, all our vegetables are homegrown, they're perfectly fine."

"Haha, with my niece here, what do I have to worry about?"

Speaking of which, there are so many communes under Anji County, but only your Xiangyang Commune is bold and meticulous. If your commune could support me, I would be able to save a lot of trouble!

Ha ha!"

Perhaps now that things were settled, Liu Weimin had become bolder and more capable of thinking rationally. His mind had become more active; his eyes darted around, and after seeing the brief introduction followed by a retreat to the side, seemingly indifferent, he gritted his teeth and took a few more steps forward.

"Director Zheng, um, do you mean that the vegetables in our village might not be enough?"

A knowing glint flashed in Old Zheng's eyes.

“Not bad, not bad, brother. Look at this, you see this is one shift of miners, there are two other shifts, and there are also those who don’t go down the mine, those in the office, those in the union, those in logistics. Just tell me how much food I need in a day.”

Brother, let me tell you this: right now, only if it's under the name of an agricultural cooperative do I feel safe buying from them.

Don't worry, I'll take whatever you have.

Of course, you also have to give me a guarantee of how much you can provide each day. Don't just abandon me one day. My workers do incredibly hard work, so the food can't be skimped on.

Liu Weimin thumped his chest loudly.

"We men are men of our word; what kind of people are we if we don't keep our promises?"

Finally, the two men exchanged a glance, and everything was understood without a word.

After signing the contract, Liu Weimin's hands were trembling when he came out, and his smile had faded.

Uncle Liu didn't dare ask any more questions. He helped unload the vegetables, drove the oxcart out of the mining area, and only after looking back did he dare to ask.

"How's it going? All the vegetables have been saved, does that mean it's done?"

Liu Weimin turned to look at him blankly, then slowly broke into a smile, which grew wider and wider.

I burst out laughing.

In the end, my eyes welled up with tears.

After looking at the simple text, Liu Sanye roughly understood it and let out a deep breath. The anxiety he had been carrying finally subsided.

"Third Uncle, it's done, it's done! We'll take as many as you have! Folks, we're saved! We're saved!"

"Okay, okay!"

The old man turned his head and focused on driving the carriage, muttering those two words to himself.

Their village was poor, and the highest-ranking official they knew was Secretary Lin of the commune.

Being poor makes them lack confidence when speaking or acting, which has led to them being suppressed by other villages for years. Not to mention the villagers, even their village cadres feel inferior when they encounter people from other villages, or when they need to pay grain taxes or attend meetings at the commune.

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