Hearing Qiu Yantang's words, Qiu Guangdong was shocked. The patriarch was so bold!
But he likes it this way!
After Qiu Guangdong left, Qiu Yantang called out the previous little ghost from the eighteen levels of hell, and also gave him a few other little ghosts.
When they came out, they were crying and wanted to grab Qiu Yantang's thighs. The new ghosts were trembling, not knowing what fate would await them next.
"You guys, peel the corn, and I'll show you how!"
After saying that, Qiu Yantang used brute force to pull down the corn stalks, and then broke off the golden corn cobs.
Regardless of whether they understand it or not, they are indeed slow at peeling corn.
It's not as good as digging potatoes. Let them do their old job next year.
When Qiuhua arrived and saw those little ghosts, she was dumbfounded. "Even if they've been sent to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, can they be brought back? And why are there a few more?"
Qiu Yantang spread his hands and said, "I just borrowed them and I have to return them. As for those, they are a buy-one-get-one-free offer."
"Did you spend money?" Qiuhua looked puzzled.
Qiu Yantang spread his hands, "What else?"
These days, business is tough if you don’t offer a buy-one-get-one-free deal.
Chicken fork bones cost fifteen yuan per pound, and one and a half pounds still costs fifteen yuan. Doesn’t the chicken neck deserve a name?
"Little Ancestor, didn't you say you wouldn't let ghosts help work for Qiu Village?"
"Ah, this isn't a special case. The village chief and I are planning to take over this land in secret."
Huh? So I can hire a ghost to do the work in secret?
"Don't be lazy!"
Qiu Yantang casually sent out a tiny bolt of lightning, and the little ghost who was hit lay on the ground shivering for a long time.
"Little ancestor, it seems to be the same little ghost you often kill..."
Wow, bad luck to him.
With this previous experience, the other ghosts became obedient. "Look at the results... Work hard! If you do well, you can stay!"
After saying that, he went home with Qiuhua. Qiu Yantang also asked them to put the corn into bags so that it would be easier to store and transport. They found a room in the village office to store them, and the corn stalks were piled up next to the village office.
"Little ancestor, are you really going to let them stay?" Qiuhua felt that she really couldn't work with those little devils.
If the little ancestor really left them here, she really didn't know what to do.
"You'll know when the time comes."
After working day and night for five days, Qiu Yantang sent them back.
Xiao Ri's ghosts howled, "Didn't you say that if you do a good job you can stay?"
Qiu Yantang looked at them expressionlessly, "That's what I said, but you didn't do a good job, so you can't stay."
"ah……"
Qiuhua looked at Qiu Yantang. The little ancestor's skill in painting a pie in the sky was really good!
No wonder he can become the clan leader.
Qiu Yantang's piece has been processed, and the piece that everyone else has peeled off is almost done.
"Little Ancestor, how about I talk to you and Feng Tuan?"
Qiu Guangdong had a flattering look on his face. After all, they didn't want to use manpower to harvest the corn this year. The old cow in their village was too old.
I can't stand this kind of torture.
He doesn't want to sell his little ancestor either.
Before Qiu Yantang could say anything, two cars drove over. Basically, they could load all the corn from Qiujia Village in one round trip.
"Comrade Qiu, the Fengtuan sent us over to help you transport the corn to town."
"Okay, Guangdong, load the car and see who to send with us to the town." Qiu Yantang said. The town was a bit far away. It would take about 40 minutes to drive, and it would take nearly three hours if using an ox cart.
"Comrade Qiu, I'm afraid others can't do that. The Feng Group only told you to cooperate with them, but didn't say you have to cooperate with others."
Clam?
Qiu Yantang had to nod when he heard this, "Okay then, I'll go."
It was still early at this time, so if we arrived in town, it would probably be around noon.
Jin San and the others loaded the car in a hurry. Everyone was very envious of the car carrying corn. After Qiu Yantang left with the car.
Qiu Guangdong looked at everyone and said, "Why are you all so envious? Wait a few years and our village will have a second-hand one."
"That would be really nice, but we have to have our own car."
"Yeah, then we won't have to sell our ancestors..."
It was Qiu Yantang's first time riding in this kind of car, and it was not very comfortable. By the time they arrived in the town, she felt like her internal organs were about to be shaken out.
"Ugh..." Qiu Yantang looked at the two people watching the car, "How's the road repair going? When is it expected to be completed?"
The weather is so cold now. If the road cannot be built, it will have to be delayed until next year, right?
"Comrade Qiu, the weather is getting colder now. It will probably take until next year to complete the project."
If you want to get rich, you must build roads first. Qiu Yantang should know that building roads is not something that can be accomplished by just talking!
The corn was quickly delivered to the grain station. "Hello, comrade. I'm from Qiujia Village. These two trucks are our public grain this year."
A woman in her forties stood up and said, "Qiujia Village, there's quite a lot of grain here. Let's unload it."
Hmm? Qiu Yantang thought to himself, but he didn't expect that after all his calculations, he still overestimated it in the end.
"Auntie, tell me, what are the harvests like in other villages? You know, it's a bad year now, and there's not even any rain." When Qiu Yantang said this, she handed over a handful of hawthorns.
The woman took it but didn't eat it.
"My name is Wang Chunhua, you can just call me Aunt Chunhua."
"Auntie Chunhua, my name is Qiu Yantang."
Don't hit a smiling person, not to mention Qiu Yantang returned the things. "Sister, it depends on whether it snows this year. If it snows heavily, there will be nothing to worry about next year. If it doesn't snow, there will probably be a drought next year. Other villages have one-fifth less snow than your village."
Qiu Yantang nodded. "Who says it's not true? Our village has planted more crops under the supervision of the village chief. The villagers need to eat, and we can't make things difficult for the people above us."
Hearing this, Wang Chunhua was deeply moved. In the past, the grain station was profitable and the welfare benefits were good.
Things are different now. She has been assigned tasks by her superiors, and if she collects less, her salary will be deducted. However, her family is strong, so she is not affected at all.
"I see this car belongs to the army. You, Qiujia Village, are quite capable." This was said close to Qiu Yantang. It is really impossible for ordinary people to do this.
Qiu Yantang raised an eyebrow, "That's right, Aunt Chunhua, I see they've finished unloading, so I'll give you some hawthorns. They're ripe now and very delicious."
"Okay, then I won't keep you here, sister. Come find me if you need anything in town later."
Qiu Yantang knew that people at this time were extremely enthusiastic.
After weighing the items and getting the receipt, Qiu Yantang walked towards the gate.
The car was parked at the entrance of the grain station. When she went out, she saw a figure...
Qiu Yantang extended her Erkang hand...
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