Chapter 259 The Spiciest in China
"Honey, what was discussed in today's meeting?"
"......"
After a long silence, Zhang Daniu finally spoke: "The boss from Shanghai wants someone to help him grow that 'Ghost's Sorrow' plant. He'll sign a contract and buy it at 62 yuan per kilogram once it's fully grown."
"Wow! Such a high price! This is great, haven't you signed up yet?"
"But it only requires fifty households, and greenhouses need to be built. The first batch will be produced before the Lunar New Year this year..."
Another silence followed.
"Wife, how much money do we still owe the villagers?" Zhang Daniu picked up the water pipe that was leaning against the wall, its surface patinated from frequent use, and brought it to his front.
"Twenty-three thousand two hundred and forty-six yuan. No, I sold some vegetables this morning and paid back fifteen yuan to Zhang Chun's family. I still owe twenty-three thousand two hundred and thirty-one yuan."
"A greenhouse would cost thirty to forty thousand yuan per mu..."
As he spoke, Zhang Daniu's large, bony fingers landed on a milky-white plastic bag, from which he picked up a small pinch of golden tobacco.
The sender of the email is Zhang Daniu Hezibao.
The email sent to Secretary Li Heling?
"Oh no, you only said so little. Now, young man, get back to work. Time is tight and the task is heavy, so hurry up!"
Xiang Heling, Li Mutou, Li Hai...
"Fewer lice are itchy, fewer debts are worrying. Owing 20,000 yuan is still owing, owing 80,000 yuan is still owing, the difference is small." Li Sixin paused, a hint of cold madness flashing in his otherwise unassuming eyes: "But what if, what if the planting is successful, even if the success rate is only half of what Secretary Li mentioned, in less than a year, we can pay off all our debts!"
“...But...but, of the ten Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow plants you dug up from the foot of the mountain, only one survived...If...if something happens, we'll have to shoulder a debt of 80,000!” Although Li Sixin’s wife was not agitated, she still managed to say the words “if something happens.”
"Comrades, they keep working, so you can say a few words!" A middle-aged man closed the small office door and walked forward between the desks.
"What's the ingredient in this shop's signature flavor... what's this hellish flavor?" Da Song continued to inquire.
There were no security cameras in the village office, and the young man had noticed that no one had entered or left the village office. So the question of who delivered the chicken and fish became an unsolved mystery.
Da Song put down the pen in his hand, walked forward to the middle-aged man's side, bent down and leaned close to the computer screen, carefully observing the photo below the screen, a thoughtful look on his face.
It will take two and a half months to complete the task, which involves a total of 400 reports. The team consists of 87 people, with each person responsible for an average of 78 villages. They can only visit a maximum of eight villages per week to complete the task.
The spiciest in China?
"Brother Zhang, he later bought some braised food from a shop online." Da Song suddenly sat up straight and asked in a low voice, "What was the name of that shop again?"
“Xu’s braised food!” Brother Zhang replied, looking up.
"Is it edible?" The middle-aged man clicked the mouse, and a document appeared before the seven people's eyes: "But that restaurant owner from Shanghai wants to cooperate with Zhang Daniu to grow that 'Ghost's Bane,' mainly for cooking braised dishes..."
That looks like a scam no matter how you look at it!
"Wife, let's go sign up with Secretary Li!" Li Sixin exhaled a long puff of smoke and said resolutely, "Our family will build a small shed and grow 'Ghost-Seeing Sorrow' for the boss from Shanghai!"
"It's possible!" Da Song's eyes were filled with terror: "I've seen people eat that stuff. When the young man came down the mountain, he avoided it instead of smashing it..."
The middle-aged man typed the keyword into his browser using seven fingers, and the webpage redirected to various reports. Eventually, he found the relevant information in Baidu's document library.
"Why are there so many? I went to the market today and asked around. A greenhouse costs ten or twenty thousand, how come the price has doubled?" Zhang Daniu's wife's voice was full of suspicion, and her eyes revealed a meaningful look: "Could it be...?"
Xu's Braised Food Shop, that name sounds so unfamiliar!
“Those four hundred villages are all tough nuts to crack. They can't be solved by relying on conventional thinking and methods like building roads and bridges. We need to thoroughly understand the situation in each village, find practical and feasible solutions, and help them shed the label of ‘poverty’…”
"Shuan Shuan La?" The older man, addressed as 'Da Song,' turned to the middle-aged man in a daze: "Have you heard of it?"
"Ah!" A fragment of memory appeared in Da Song's mind. My tone was filled with the excitement of discovering a new Xiao Lu. I said slowly, "That is indeed a plant from our Hongshan City. You can see it before the mountains recede. We call it 'Ghost-Fearing Plant' there."
Before letting out a deep sigh, Hezibao turned and went into the room, turned on the creaking old computer, and began typing away on the keyboard until two in the morning...
After speaking, the middle-aged man picked up his water glass from under the table and tossed a few goji berries out. Before they were fully moistened, the plump goji berries quickly became round, and their color changed from dark red to bright red, staining the clear, colored warm water red...
The middle-aged man's tone was intense and his attitude was irritable, but his words didn't weigh heavily on everyone's hearts.
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