Just looking at the Lin Mo family as an example, Wu Mancang had no idea what to expect.
He then asked his younger brother to lead the way, and together they took Lin Mo and walked around the village, observing how more than a dozen villagers were tending to their raspberry seedlings.
All two hundred seedlings in Miao Shouzheng's house have taken root, and his family is currently dismantling the soil mounds in preparation for transplanting them.
Lin Gangtie's family planted three hundred trees. His house was at the end of the village, a remote location, but it allowed him to quietly cultivate an extra plot of private land to transplant saplings.
The Zhu family tended nearly four hundred trees. The elderly couple were quite old and worried that their strength would decline as they got older, making it increasingly difficult for them to do heavy work.
Therefore, Lao Zhu took this raspberry business very seriously, because if he did it well, he could make money simply by picking and selling the raspberries.
If things really go that smoothly, we'll have the foundation for a comfortable retirement.
After personally confirming the identities of more than a dozen households, Wu Mancang finally felt relieved.
Great, the character "八" has been completed with one stroke.
Wu Fengshou was also very happy.
He hoped for a bumper raspberry harvest in the village so he could make a fortune selling pork.
Wu Mancang was transferred to the Agricultural Bureau based on his academic performance.
As for Lin Mo...
Seeing the two old men grinning from ear to ear, I didn't say a word about what I was so happy about.
But he saw right through their ulterior motives.
Wu Mancang is an official in the county, right? Since that's the case...
There's something I have to mention.
"Boss, you seem quite pleased that the villagers in our village are all busy with raspberries?" Lin Mo asked, laying the groundwork for the question.
"Mmm," Wu Mancang said with a broad smile.
"Being able to lead the villagers to do practical things and enable them to improve their living standards through their own labor is also a requirement for serving the people."
The old man's every word was a standard press release, and Lin Mo rolled his eyes inwardly.
Then let's get straight to the point:
"You may be happy, but don't forget that the production team will resume work next spring."
"At that time, there won't be any way for anyone to..."
He paused, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
Wu Mancang's smile froze instantly.
Oh yeah, I was so happy that I forgot about it.
Working in a production team was tough; we were busy from morning till night.
Once the production team resumes work, the villagers will be working themselves to the bone in their assigned fields to earn work points, leaving them no time to cultivate raspberries.
Thinking it over together, Wu Mancang asked Lin Mo:
"Can you guarantee that these raspberry seedlings will all bear fruit by late spring next year?"
Lin Mo nodded familiarly:
"As long as the transplanting can be completed in the next few days and the seedlings are kept healthy, they will definitely bear fruit by the end of spring. The amount of fruit depends on how carefully everyone takes care of them."
"How much can be harvested depends on the scale of the planting."
Lin Mo's plan was very simple—
You're a county leader, right? The work in the production team is absolutely exhausting.
If we can run, it's a waste of our energy if we don't go, but my mother can't run.
Even if it's just for my mother's sake, we have to take advantage of this opportunity to squeeze the production team out.
In short, if you want raspberries, you can, but only if our village abolishes the production teams!
If you can't cancel, we won't be able to take care of the raspberry, because of the time conflict.
Wu Mancang, who had just been overjoyed, realized the time conflict after being reminded of this.
He pondered seriously for a while, then beckoned to Lin Mo and his younger brother, asking them to come with him to the supply and marketing cooperative.
There's no one to work in the production team now, but someone has to stay at the supply and marketing cooperative.
Chen Gang guards this place every day.
When the three of them arrived, Chen Gang was bored because he had no side jobs to do.
After the pine nuts were shelled, it wasn't convenient to process the raspberries at the supply and marketing cooperative, so his wife had to process them at home while taking care of the children.
"Lin Mo, in order to ensure that the raspberries can be harvested on time next year, I will go to the Agricultural Bureau after I return to the county."
"We will propose to the Agriculture Bureau that you be appointed as the leader of the Laoshu Village Villagers' Cooperative Group."
Wu Mancang had his back to Chen Gang, but was facing Lin Mo as he spoke these words.
Upon hearing this, Chen Gang's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Wu Mancang and Lin Mo.
Lin Mo was also a little surprised. What?
He quickly realized what was going on and figured out that we wanted you to get rid of the production team.
If you can't solve it, fine, but you're just throwing this hot potato at us?
“You can start by fulfilling your responsibilities as the group leader. You can discuss with your team leader Chen Gang how to carry out the village’s production tasks next year.”
A smile returned to Wu Mancang's face.
Lin Mo glanced at Chen Gang, who was giving him a series of glares.
"Boss, um, is the team leader more senior, or the group leader?"
When he asked that question, Chen Gang was so angry he almost died on the spot.
He used to be a local hoodlum, a good-for-nothing who spent his days loafing around and harassing female educated youth.
Even if they've changed their ways now, that's just how a person should behave.
You actually think you can get away with this?
"The team leader is in charge of the grain, and you're in charge of the cooperative's affairs, hehe, hehehe." Wu Mancang was also a seasoned veteran, playing dumb with a whole set of tricks.
They just won't give a direct answer.
At this moment, Chen Gang stood up with a dark face and said in an icy tone:
"The production target for next year is 60,000 jin. If we can't meet the target set by the county, our whole village will be in trouble."
"Lin Mo, you'd better think carefully about what's going on!"
Seeing that Chen Gang was directing his anger at him, Lin Mo directly asked:
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