With Li Xiang's introduction, Lin Qingqing's work went smoothly. Her acquaintances at the cannery were very satisfied with the samples she brought and initially drafted a purchase contract.
After returning from the county town, Lin Qingqing went to Xiaoma Village again. Since this time she was buying pears on a large scale, she was afraid that someone would cause trouble, so she first went to find the village chief Ma, gave him a cigarette, and then told him about her idea of buying pears.
Village chief Ma was very happy. More than half of the villagers had pear trees. In previous years, pear trees were public property and were purchased by the county.
It was only from the year before last that the production capacity of pear trees was contracted to each household, and the pear trees became private. The county was no longer responsible for purchasing them, and the farmers could not figure out a solution themselves, and information was extremely blocked.
Therefore, very few pears were sold, and most of them were eaten by themselves or given to others. Since the shelf life of pears is very short, many of them rotted in the fields before they could be picked. The village chief was also worried about the sales of pears, and then Lin Qingqing appeared.
Village chief Ma assured her that on the basis of fair prices, he would ensure that Lin Qingqing could successfully harvest all the pears in the village.
The village chief said that the pear orchard produces 3,000 kilograms per mu. Excluding the pears that were cut down by villagers before, there are still 200 mu of pear orchard in the village, and the output is still considerable.
Lin Qingqing felt that it would not be possible to deliver the pears by cart this time, and she needed a means of transportation, so she borrowed a tractor from Village Chief Ma.
After discussing these things, Lin Qingqing went home.
Zhou Yuan was also at home. Surprisingly, she was very well-behaved today. She didn't make things difficult for Lin Qingqing and even called her sister-in-law awkwardly.
For dinner, Xue Guixiang cooked rice porridge and made a big stew. It is convenient to eat vegetables in the countryside because there are all kinds of vegetables in the fields. Xue Guixiang first fried the meat to color it, then cut vegetables such as winter melon, beans, and eggplant and put them into the pot and simmered them together on low heat. After half an hour, the dish was well-seasoned. After taking it out of the pot, pour a spoonful of boiling hot chili oil on it. It was simply a delicious dish with good color, aroma and taste.
The porridge on the table smelled of rice, and the stew was greasy. Zhou Yuan was stunned. She hadn't eaten at home for many days, and she didn't expect the food at home to be so good.
She poked her mother's arm and grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Mom, how come we can eat rice and meat at home? Did she ask you to do this? I told you that she was lazy and greedy, but you spoiled her. If this continues, our family will go bankrupt sooner or later!"
"If you don't want to eat, just get out. No one is stopping you." Xue Guixiang said with a sullen face.
Recently, she gets angry whenever she sees Zhou Yuan. Her daughter-in-law is so good, but as a sister-in-law, she always can't stand her. She thinks she doesn't beat her enough. She should beat her more often so that she will be obedient.
"You!" Zhou Yuan stomped his feet in anger and sat down angrily.
She insisted on eating. These were all bought with the family’s money. She wanted to eat up all the delicious food and starve that vixen to death!
She hadn't had a proper meal in all the days she'd lived there. Zhou Hongxing couldn't cook, and all she did was paint her eyebrows and eyes. Zhou Hongbing was incredibly lazy, and if she relied on him to cook, she'd starve to death. All they had to eat every day were hard steamed buns and cold water, and Zhou Yuan was practically sick with her stomach.
Zhou Yuan sat down and started eating with big mouthfuls, picking out the fatty meat in the dishes. People nowadays lack oil in their stomachs, so fatty meat is more popular than lean meat.
Zhou Zhuo was afraid that she would pick all the meat, so he quickly picked up a few pieces and put them in his wife's bowl.
Zhou Yuan rolled his eyes and was about to say something back, but suddenly remembered something and held himself back.
The stew was fragrant and spicy. Zhou Yuan ate three big steamed buns and drank two bowls of porridge. She wanted to eat more, but her stomach was full.
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