"Third brother, let's go back quickly. The family is busy!" Seeing He Feng coming, Donghua didn't have time to say anything more. He just pulled him and ran back.
He Feng looked at his wife in such a hurry and thought something serious had happened at home.
Without saying anything, he held He Luyi tightly and rushed back. When he got home, he felt okay, nothing bad had happened.
"Dad." He Feng would call his dad.
Old He had no time to care about anything else at this time. When he heard He Feng's voice, he responded without turning his head. He just felt that his savior had returned.
"Hurry, hurry, Third Brother, hurry up, grab your notebook and come over here to record it. Um, Village Chief Zhao, how much do you want?"
At this time, although the sale had not started yet, many people were already talking about how much they wanted.
Old He was so anxious that he quickly asked his youngest son for help.
"Dad, hold on a little longer, I'll go get it inside the house." He put He Luyi down and turned back to the house to get the thing.
He Luyi didn't just stand there stupidly. She went straight into the greenhouse and helped her uncle and aunt.
Even the little kid He Xing was helping to pull out the seedlings. In order to prevent the little brat from destroying the seedlings, a place where the seedlings were easy to pull out was specially designated for He Xing to do.
He Luyi was not limited by this. She just picked the flowers wherever was closest to her and put them in a pile so that she could take them out together later.
He Feng would come back soon, "Please tell me again, how much do you want? Come one by one, and tell me one by one. Don't all speak at the same time. It's hard to hear. If someone doesn't do as I say, I won't sell to them."
Suddenly, those who had some ulterior motives immediately became obedient. After all, this concerned the entire village. If they couldn't buy it because of some people, they would incur public wrath, and they would be drowned in spit whenever they went out.
I watched as everyone lined up and registered one by one. After the registration was completed, they chose the seedlings to receive according to the order of registration.
A busy picture, chaotic yet orderly.
We were busy until the sun was about to set. For lunch, we would find some free time, prepare some convenient meals, and eat them one by one.
The same goes for those who come to buy vegetable seedlings. Those who line up early will go home later to eat; those who line up later may be starving, while some families will come from far away to bring them food...
The records were filled with pages one after another, and I didn’t know how many villages were registered.
Old Hetou and the others were all talking until their mouths were dry, so they quickly took advantage of the break to drink some water to moisten their throats and continued to work.
The harvest is gratifying, but for a truly useless person, this is what is called pain and happiness!
As night fell, I sent off the last buyer from the village and explained the precautions. Finally, I was done.
Old Hetou and others have no strength left. Even if they are strongmen, they still cannot withstand such a beating.
At this moment, everyone was sitting on the ground without any image, with things placed in a mess.
I don’t want to say anything, I just want to be quiet for a while and relax.
After a long time, Old He seemed to have rested well and stood up. "Let's go back to the house. Those who have rested well can go together. Those who haven't rested well can sit for a while. Let's eat something casually tonight and go to bed early. As for the accounts, we can come back tomorrow."
There is a lot to do. After today's wave, all the seedlings in the breeding shed are gone.
I have to sow the seeds again tomorrow, and selling them will be the day after tomorrow.
With a lot of things to do, everyone ate something and went to bed early.
The next morning, He Feng got up early and went to the breeding shed to sow seeds, and by the way, watered the seeds with the "magic water" given by his daughter!
After finishing their meal, they returned to the house and had breakfast. Everyone sat up straight and began to calculate how much money they had sold for.
Yesterday, many people asked if there were any discounts. He Feng would simply reply with a smile, "Sorry, this is already the best price. It really can't be lowered any lower."
He Feng had asked more than one village, registered one by one, and asked again and again. He Feng never got tired of it, and each time he would answer with a smile, telling the cruelest truth: "I'm sorry, I really don't have any."
Although, I don't know where he got the nerve from, he still continued to ask for discounts. We didn't know each other at all, and those in the village who were willing to buy were all paying 8 yuan per plant. For those who were not willing to buy, the price in the future would definitely be more than 8 yuan. As mentioned before, there is only one chance, and if you miss it, you will pay double the price.
Those from other villages only added one dollar to the price and did not make a big profit from the difference.
He Feng would think that he had done his best and that anything more would be too much.
"In a village with a small population, with only dozens of households, the village chief wanted each family to get at least three plants, so he bought a hundred plants as a base, with the ones with large yields taking the majority. In a village with a large population, with more than a hundred households, there will be at least three hundred plants." He Feng paused.
"The majority of villages have small populations, about eighty-nine in total, and twenty-three villages have large populations. Assuming an average of 100 or 300 plants, 89 times 100 plus 23 times 300 equals a total of 71,000. There are certainly discrepancies, though. After all, it's impossible for every village to buy the exact number. Some villages have 150, 105, or even 130 plants."
He Feng only made a rough calculation. After all, counting the money was more troublesome than making an estimate.
Anyway, it's enough to have a rough idea of the amount. However, in the end, you still have to count it again, after all, one percent of it has to be given to Murakami as fiscal revenue.
This is as it should be. The village committee is the most direct communication channel between villages.
"That's it for now. Later you go ask your Uncle Zhu when to settle the accounts with Murakami. Then next time, ask them to send some people to help. This money is not so easy to get. It requires hard work." Although Old He didn't mind increasing Murakami's income, he couldn't give it so easily.
"Also, write down every item in the notebook. When the time comes, we will count them together with Murakami, and then give as much as we should. We are not stingy, but we cannot suffer any loss." Old He knocked on his pipe, just pretending. After all, he had quit smoking a long time ago. If he really started smoking, his granddaughter would take it away and destroy it without mercy.
"Okay." Everyone dispersed and went about their business.
He Feng would go to the village office to find He Genzhu to discuss relevant matters.
Finally, we agreed. First, regarding the settlement: monthly settlement. On the first day of each month at 10:00 AM, both parties will meet in the office to calculate the total amount based on the registration. Murakami will then receive 1%, whichever amount is appropriate. If there are unforeseen circumstances, the payment can be postponed, but no later than three days. Settlement will be made in person, and no refunds or exchanges will be given. If you make a mistake, there will be no regrets, so please check your calculations carefully.
Second, regarding help: From now on, we will send 10 people to help each time we sell seedlings, including picking seedlings, registering, etc. It will be determined based on the actual situation.
The matter was settled, and He Feng would happily return home. Meanwhile, in the village, the news of the large group going to the He family to purchase goods yesterday spread throughout the village.
Previously, the villagers who were determined not to buy became even more eager to buy. If people from other villages can buy it, people from their own village will not care so much.
He Genzhu's words at the conference, "You only have one chance, if you miss it, the consequences will be doubled," were now completely forgotten.
With the mentality of "we are all from the same village, we can't be so cruel", a group of people gathered together and walked towards the village.
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