It evokes a feeling of "flat land, neat houses, fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo groves, crisscrossing paths, and the sounds of chickens and dogs."
As they walked, they unknowingly arrived at the center of the village, where there stood a large tree whose name Yan Bugui did not know.
Children are running and jumping under the tree.
There were two old men playing chess, and several other old men standing nearby, urging them on how to play.
Yan Bugui walked over and watched the old men play chess.
To be honest, this scene is rarely seen in the countryside. These days, which village has elderly people who don't have anything to do? Unless they're really too sick to move, they'll always be busy making a living. But Qin Family Village is different; these old men live no different lives than retired old men in the city. If their living conditions were similar...
Yan Bugui really knew how to choose to come to the village.
In the city, it's suffocating.
I figured there was still a little over ten days left.
An old man looking for another old man, isn't that perfect?
Mainly, Yan Bugui was also very curious about how Qin Family Village, which was so poor back then, suddenly became rich.
"Who are you? What are you doing in our village?"
An old man suddenly appeared in the village, and the other old men immediately became alert.
After all, they knew that some of the work they were doing was illegal. That's why there were people keeping watch outside all day.
I'm just afraid of being exposed.
"Me? Don't worry, don't worry, I used to be Qin Huairu's neighbor, and now I'm the director of your sales department." Yan Bugui was also very clever and immediately knew what they were thinking, so he took out the contract.
To his surprise, some of the old men were literate and took a look at the item.
She nodded and returned it to him.
"Brother, you can read?" Yan Bugui asked curiously.
"I don't know him."
Yan Bugui: ...
"Then you're still going to watch?"
"A village chief's seal will suffice. You're that kind of director, I heard from Huai Ruwazi..."
"What do you mean, 'Huai Ru kid'? You should call me village chief!"
"Chengcheng, village chief, the village chief said you have to take some people to sell eggs tomorrow. Let me tell you, our Sanwa is such a good kid..."
Now Yan Bugui knew what it meant to stir up a hornet's nest.
He withdrew his idea of retiring in the village; retiring here would be too terrible!
With the old men's chatter and Yan Bugui's tricks, they basically figured out the current situation of Qin Family Village.
Qin Family Village must have had dealings with the black market long ago, and during that turbulent era, they even made some big fortunes. Most people, after making a lot of money, would probably save it for later. But they didn't; they used it to develop the village—what we now call greenhouses—that was the wealth they accumulated during that period.
At that time, greenhouses were very cheap; I won't go into the specifics of how they came about. Anyway, they were very cheap.
They took the opportunity to seize a batch.
Then they started building it in the village.
"Brother, I heard that things here are quite complicated. You guys actually succeeded?" Yan Bugui still couldn't believe it. He was an educated man, and although he didn't know the specifics, he knew how complicated things were.
"Speaking of this, the old man gets angry." An old man next to him slapped his thigh: "Back then, I didn't really agree with it, and I didn't know the Qin family's son-in-law. He was that guy who wore glasses, looked refined, but was a real womanizer."
Yan Bugui: ...
Good heavens!
Wang Shouren, Wang Shouren, how could you let people in the countryside know about this? You're really ruthless.
"He said that you could make a fortune doing this, but without the skills, you couldn't. We thought about it and figured we had the money anyway, so we just waved our hands and bought it!"
At this point, the old man sighed: "He really bought it and went to hire someone, supposedly a professor from somewhere. Good heavens, he'll pay this much a month."
The old man held up five fingers and flipped them back and forth.
"one thousand?"
"That's right! That night, I don't know how many old men in the village couldn't sleep."
"You can agree to this?" Yan Bugui was shocked.
"You had no choice but to agree." The old man sighed, but his expression turned smug again. "It's thanks to our agreement that we have the scale we have now. Take hiring people, for example. The village next door heard that our chicken farm was making money, so they worked hard to set one up too. Hey, guess what? Their chickens didn't lay any eggs!"
The old man grinned from ear to ear: "Later, I found out that their chicken coop was poorly constructed. They said... they said... there was no sense of security, yes, no sense of security!"
Yan Bugui: ...
After a long, uninhibited chatter, these old men went on and on. According to them, Wang Shouren might be a womanizer, but he could lead them to make money, and the two girls were there willingly. They didn't say anything more about that.
Yan Bugui thought to himself, "If this were before, wouldn't you have buried Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru?"
But Wang Shouren was really bold.
Yan Bugui sighed inwardly, suddenly understanding the purpose of his actions. This was perhaps a test. If they were willing to accept it, Wang Shouren would lead them to wealth. If they weren't, then Wang Shouren probably wouldn't. To be fair, their luck was truly remarkable.
What Yan Bugui didn't know was that this kind of selection process was actually commonplace in later generations.
For example, create a topic that pits men against women, filter out the idiots who are willing to join in, and then you can exploit these fools.
Wang Shouren was extremely adept at this kind of thing.
Before they knew it, it was noon, and Yan Bugui went to the canteen with the group of old men for lunch.
The canteen is very large and can accommodate two to three hundred people at the same time.
Yan Bugui was somewhat dazed by what he saw. Following the crowd, he looked at the dishes in the shop window and was completely stunned.
"Brother, is this all you eat every day?" Yan Bugui pointed to the eggs, chicken legs, braised pork, and all sorts of meat dishes in the shop window. The aroma made his mouth water.
"Tsk, this is a bit oily today. It would be better if it were lighter." The older man pursed his lips, seemingly dissatisfied with today's dishes.
Yan Bugui: ...
Suddenly I'm thinking of retiring here again.
At noon, he came out of the restaurant burping. He was stuffed and patted his big belly, and couldn't help but sigh, "Wang Shouren is really quite capable."
On the other side,
Grandpa Qiu patted his large belly as he came out of the canteen, let out a burp, and sighed, "This life is truly a curse."
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