Transmigrating to the 60s, I Started Supporting My Family at 16

Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.

However, Zhang Sh...

Chapter 180 The County’s Response

"Alright! Stop playing the victim here. I can only give you a heads up, but I can't guarantee whether I can get it."

Zhang Xiangnan knew that his son was capable and had a good relationship with the Taoist priests in Laojun Temple, so he had no shortage of all kinds of meat.

But his son's property belongs to him, so Zhang Xiangnan did not agree to it without any hesitation.

"Okay, it's better if you have it, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it."

Zhang Xiangnan returned home and told Zhang Shuguang about this matter, and Zhang Shuguang agreed immediately.

To put it bluntly, the back mountain at this time is similar to Zhang Shuguang's back garden, and the resources on the mountain are available for free use.

It was also sent to the city once. Zhang Shuguang did not favor one over the other. He sent two wild boars to the factory, one wild boar to the Public Security Bureau, and a wild goat to the Armed Forces Department.

These three companies were not stingy either. Zhang Shuguang earned two thousand yuan and a pile of bills.

Zhang Shuguang has also officially joined the ranks of households with an annual income of over 10,000 yuan.

The autumn harvest is still in full swing. Half a month later, all the corn and soybeans are stored in the warehouse, and the members begin to plow the land again, preparing to plant winter wheat.

When Zhang Xiangyang went to the commune for a meeting, he specifically called Zhang Xiangnan to join him.

This time he plans to report the actual production figures, and needs a powerful person to support him.

"Let's go and drive."

Zhang Xiangnan put on his military uniform and asked Li Lixin to drive the jeep.

He has no habit of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, nor does he have a bad taste for slapping others in the face. He plans to win with his strength.

Just as he said before, he couldn't control other places, but at least he would not allow the farmers on his one and a half acres of land in his hometown to starve to death.