"I really don't know what to say," Liu Zhuang stammered, but he still managed to say, "We will definitely work hard and live up to your trust!"
That's not all!
We can't let this food go to waste!
Xu Xiangyang didn't have many demands; he just hoped that these investments would yield a return.
Moreover, we are currently wading through water, laying the groundwork for future events.
He unloaded the truck with the people from Liujia Village and then watched over the work while the others delivered the grain.
Not long after, Liu Fusheng came over with his hands behind his back.
When he saw Xu Xiangyang, his smile became even more genuine.
They hadn't seen each other since the Lunar New Year. The year's grain had already been delivered; what was there to worry about?
Just six months later, more grain was delivered.
When Liu Zhuang went back to deliver the grain, he repeated what Xu Xiangyang had said to him.
Trust is such a rare commodity, especially in this day and age.
What kind of person would exchange the most precious food for a bit of trust?
Although they were curious about Xu Xiangyang's true identity and the origin of the grain, they never bothered to inquire about it.
After all, sometimes being a little oblivious is a form of self-redemption.
Without Xu Xiangyang, Liujia Village might have lost more than 20 people last year.
There was no food to begin with, and they couldn't survive on tree bark for a long time.
Now that Xu Xiangyang is here, their chances of survival are much higher. They just need to work to have food to eat. How fortunate they are!
Therefore, they did not inquire about the origin of these things, but only hoped that Xu Xiangyang could maintain a long-term relationship with them.
That's enough.
“My son told me all this, so don’t worry, I’ll do my best to help you grow the ginseng well. That’s what we farmers do. When you come back next autumn, you’ll definitely have a great harvest.” Liu Fusheng didn’t mince words and went straight to the point.
Xu Xiangyang liked this kind of straightforwardness and no-nonsense approach.
Of course, this only refers to people like them.
In other situations, being direct won't work.
He said, "I trust him. If you need any help, please let me know. I might not be able to contact you for a long time after I leave."
If it's within his ability and not too troublesome, he's willing to help out.
Upon hearing this, Liu Fusheng hesitated for a moment, sighed, and then shook his head without saying anything.
Xu Xiangyang isn't a pushover, so if he doesn't tell me, I won't ask.
After Liu Fusheng left, most of the grain had been moved.
At this moment, Liu Zhuang came back for one last trip, looking hesitant, but finally called Xu Xiangyang aside to talk.
"What's wrong?" Xu Xiangyang looked at him with a puzzled expression.
However, he also understood that it was probably something Liu Fusheng wanted to say but hadn't.
Liu Zhuang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, then said, "It's like this, there's no doctor in our village, and we can't afford to go see a doctor. We usually just take some herbal medicine when we have a cold, but it's all haphazard. I was wondering if you could bring us some medicine back?"
After saying that, he seemed to realize that it was inappropriate and continued, "It doesn't need to be any good medicine, just whatever you have will do."
It's common for them to get sick; malnutrition means their immune system can't keep up.
This situation is quite common, and the current medical situation is not particularly good.
Taking the wrong medicine could be fatal.
Xu Xiangyang looked up at him. This person should know how precious medicine is, right?
Because of the poor medical conditions, medication is strictly controlled, and the health center will not prescribe any medicine without a doctor's prescription.
Let alone buying medicine, it's better to buy gold, which is easier to obtain than medicine.
However, Xu Xiangyang was very familiar with their situation, and he had no shortage of medicine.
He found a spot and said, "There are some things I need to say upfront. I have some medicine here that I can give to you, but you must keep it strictly confidential."
"And I have one more condition!"
Upon hearing that medicine was available, Liu Zhuang immediately agreed, "Don't mention one condition, ten are fine too."
It wasn't that he was so agitated, but rather that it was genuinely difficult to find medicine at this time.
They have no money to go to the health center, so they have no money to see a doctor, let alone buy medicine.
It's flu season again, and the temperature varies a lot here, so it's easy to get sick.
Seeing that he had accepted, Xu Xiangyang said, "My request is very simple: keep it a secret. For the next ten years, apart from responding to the call, you must not actively contact the outside world."
He wanted to do more than just produce ginseng; he also worried about outsiders finding his way here, so he made sure to give proper instructions beforehand.
In Liu Zhuang's view, Xu Xiangyang's request was not even a request.
Isn't this just a disguised form of welfare distribution?
They rarely contact the outside world, so it's not really a request.
Liu Zhuang agreed immediately, without hesitation!
Xu Xiangyang nodded in satisfaction, then got into the car and took out some medicine bottles, all of them large white jars.
The label lists the main effects and how to use it.
He then took out another 100 jin of rock sugar, which they also needed.
Don't be fooled by the fact that 100 jin seems like a lot; when divided up, each family will only get a little over 1 jin.
Liu Zhuang's eyes reddened when he saw this. His mother had a cold that she let go of, which turned into pneumonia, and then her condition worsened and she died.
Seeing so many medicines now, he felt that Liujia Village could develop in the future.
At the very least, the population won't decrease too much; it might even increase a little.
"Thank you..." His eyes were a little red, and his voice was hoarse.
Xu Xiangyang couldn't bear to look at this, so he turned to look at the others. The grain had been almost completely moved.
He bid farewell to Liu Zhuang and the people of Liujia Village, then turned his car around and drove back.
Although they were quite pitiful, there was only so much Xu Xiangyang could do to help.
After all, he's not a philanthropist; he can only give as much as he can receive in return.
You can't just receive 100 yuan and give them 200 yuan worth of stuff, can you?
After a bumpy journey, Xu Xiangyang finally returned to the new city, but instead of going home, he went back to the project team and didn't even go to the construction site.
This time, no one was watching him anymore; he could go wherever he wanted.
It seems really good, but there's a time limit.
Now we're just waiting for the garment factory project to finish before we think about other things.
Xu Xiangyang took a nap after returning home before preparing to learn the skills required for working in the garment factory.
He had never encountered these things in his previous life, but he still had an aesthetic sense.
He gained a lot, especially from his trip to Hong Kong, where he learned about contemporary aesthetics.
However, the aesthetic standards here are still relatively conservative. In the future, the work of garment factories will likely be limited to producing work clothes and similar items.
Fashion, that won't happen until after the 1980s.
We're just getting familiar with things right now; all we need to do is improve work efficiency.
We can deal with the rest later. If it doesn't work out, we can just find someone else to draw up the blueprints.
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