After leaving the commune, Tang Ming couldn't help but ask, "Chu Chu, do you really know the deputy county magistrate?"

Song Chu roughly recounted what happened in the alley that day, "That's how we met, so it's true what I said before that Secretary Cai and I weren't very familiar with each other."

Tang Min didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You are really very brave."

Song Chu chuckled and said, "I am doing this to speed up the process. Otherwise, I don't know how long the approval process will take."

She could see that Secretary Cai was interested in making a move, but was conflicted.

If she didn't move Sheng Qingyang out, Secretary Cai would most likely ask them to go back and wait for news.

If other people in the commune instigated or expressed their disapproval, the farm's affairs would likely be delayed.

Tang Min also knew that the reason why this matter was handled so smoothly and quickly today was not only because Song Chu was good at speaking and his words had already moved Secretary Cai, but also because the key point was that the phone number played a role.

Otherwise, he would probably have to run to the commune every few days to urge the approval, and he didn't know when it would be done.

"It's okay to do this kind of thing once, but you should be more careful next time." He said after thinking for a while.

He was the deputy county magistrate. If the other party knew about it, he was afraid that the other party would be unhappy and would take his anger out on his niece or something.

Song Chu nodded: "Well, I won't do it next time."

The two returned to the village. That day, Song Laosi took Tang Qing to the brick and tile factory and successfully reached an exchange with the other party.

The next day, Song Chu asked Song Laosi to take people to drive a tractor to deliver oil and pull bricks.

When the first truckload of bricks arrived, the villagers were alarmed again and ran to watch the fun.

"Song Chu, what are you doing?" someone asked.

Song Chu smiled and pointed to the empty space behind him and said, "We're going to build a breeding farm here."

"What, we want to build a breeding farm?" Many people were surprised.

Some people have heard about it before, “It’s going to be built so soon?”

Isn't Song Chu's pace too fast? The oil press workshop was built not long ago, and now he has built a breeding farm?

Song Chu smiled and said, "Not that fast. It was originally planned. After all, the oil press produces so much oil residue every day. It would be a pity if we don't use it to feed chickens, ducks and pigs."

Now she asks her eldest brother to transport oil residue to feed the pigs every day, but it can never be used up. So she asked three women to make it into oil residue cakes, dry them and keep them for use in the farm later.

"Are you still hiring this time?" With the benefits of the oil press workshop already in place, the villagers are still optimistic about the breeding farm.

How the farm is developing is not what everyone cares about most. They want to know more about whether it is still hiring and whether the salary is the same as that of the oil press workshop.

Song Chu could see the problem they were concerned about. "Recruitment, this time the farm is hiring ten workers, an accountant and a scorekeeper."

"Not only are the other benefits the same as those of the oil press workshop, but we will also receive a salary every month after the chickens and ducks from the farm are sold."

"What? They're still paying salaries? Is this such a good thing?" Everyone was stunned.

Aren’t only the workers in the county paid? Can the farms in their village also be paid?

Song Chu explained: "I have applied to the commune to open a collective state-owned breeding farm in our village. The secretary of the commune is very supportive, so it will be approved in two days."

"The farm is state-owned, and the poultry and livestock raised can be sold. The people working there are formal workers, so they naturally have to be paid."

"Oh my god, there are such good things."

"Is this true? Can the poultry we raise really be sold?"

"Song Chu said the commune approved it, so it must be true."

"I want to sign up."

“I want to sign up, too.”

"You are such a lazy person, why are you still signing up?"

"Why can't I sign up? I will be diligent when I work in a farm."

"Have you ever fed poultry? You have no experience at all, and you still want to sign up?"

"You will learn it if you go there and study."

Then many people started arguing with each other.

Song Chu raised his hand and made a stop gesture, and everyone stopped making noise.

"As usual, those who want to sign up will go to the village committee office to find the team leader, and then we will screen the list."

"Those who are selected should be prepared to work hard, and those who are not selected should not be disappointed. When the scale of the farm is expanded, we will definitely recruit more people."

"Okay!" The villagers were excited.

A family member of an oil press worker couldn't help but ask: "There are wages to be collected at the farm? What about the oil press worker?"

The family members of other people also looked at Song Chu.

Song Chu said: "In the future, the oil press workshop will be incorporated into the breeding farm and become the feed department, so the workers will also get paid, and the salary will be higher, so everyone can rest assured."

The people in the oil press workshop were the first to follow her, and as long as they didn't have any small intentions to hinder her, she would give them better welfare benefits.

Hearing her say this, the people working in the oil press workshop and their families were very happy and excited.

Then everyone rushed to the village committee to sign up.

There was no hesitation this time. Almost every household had someone sign up, and some even signed up for several people.

After all the bricks were brought in, Song Chu announced in the village that people who came to help repair the farm every day could choose between oil, rice, cloth, clothes, sugar and grain as their labor wages.

Recently, the elderly people carried oil out to exchange, and not only did they exchange it for a lot of eggs, but they also brought back a lot of food.

This news also made the whole village excited again, and young and middle-aged people signed up one after another.

The village was very lively for several days, and the only thing people talked about every day was Song Chu and the farm.

Soon the news spread to other villages. They had heard about the treatment in the oil press workshops before and couldn't help but envy them.

Now they hear that after the farm opens, they actually have to pay wages, which completely overturns their perception.

Isn't this just like the workers in the city? How can such a good thing happen?

There were also many people who were related to Xiaba Village, and they came to ask the farm if it needed people from other villages.

At times like this, the villagers are united against the outside world. Many people in their village cannot be elected, let alone people from other villages.

Xiaoba Village next door.

Mrs. Song has been back to her parents' home for more than a week. At first, she brought oil, sugar and some hidden pocket money to supplement the family income.

Both her parents and her brothers and sisters treated her very well and praised her all the time.

But after she had lived there for two days, her family members began to drive her away openly and secretly.

Mrs. Song made an excuse that she wanted to stay at her parents' home with her son for a while. In order to control the Song family, the Luo family also thought this was acceptable and tolerated her, but many housework was also assigned to her.

As soon as the news came that Song Chu was going to set up a breeding farm, the Luo family became excited.

Continue at 12 o'clock~~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)