"By the way, weren't we supposed to leave tomorrow?"
Liu Weimin wiped his mouth,
"The plan was to do it tomorrow, but then I received a telegram saying it was urgent. And with the snow falling again, they're worried about accidents on the road. I see the truck is already mostly loaded."
Everyone in the room smiled, even Old Master Liu grinned without showing his teeth.
"Haha, that's not just half, that cart was almost full! Haha, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have known that our village harvested so many good things this year! Haha!"
Liu Weimin was still somewhat reserved.
"Hey, you've all checked carefully, there aren't any bad ones being loaded onto the truck, right?"
Putting everything else aside, just the obedient way Secretary Lin acted in front of Sheng Zhiyuan just now made Liu Weimin realize the importance of this matter even more.
“Secretary Lin came here just now. He’s very familiar with his people and seems to take this very seriously. That’s why I said we must be strict here. If we mess this up, we won’t be able to explain it to Secretary Lin.”
Liu Aiguo's first reaction
"Secretary Lin even came to see it in person?"
We didn't pay this much attention to the vegetables last time, did we?
The elderly people exchanged glances.
"Don't worry, with a few of us old guys here, they won't dare to fool us. Otherwise, this first time will be the last."
Of the more than 80 households in the village, excluding those who were unable to go up the mountain due to mobility issues, the remaining 50 or 60 households almost all dragged sacks to sell their produce. They discarded the unclean, shriveled, or mixed-up pebbles and leaves. The whole village sold 20,000 jin (10 tons).
It was just a coincidence that the vehicle they were driving today could handle the load, and there was another vehicle in the convoy that was on business at the commune and could be transferred directly; otherwise, they would have had to wait for them to send another vehicle.
A room full of people stared at each other, engrossed in watching the bundles of money on the table.
“For hard-shelled nuts like pine nuts, walnuts, chestnuts, and hazelnuts, the supply and marketing cooperative used to sell them for 2 cents a pound. Today, they’re 8 cents a pound. So, selling 20,000 pounds would have increased the price by 1,200 yuan, which is several times higher.”
Liu Aiguo, the moneybag, struggled to report the data, feeling a mix of emotions. When they sold to the supply and marketing cooperative, they were grateful for the high price of three cents a piece of paper. But the cooperative was picky, finding fault with everything.
Sigh, it's all tears when I talk about it.
Liu Weimin was surprised.
"Sold? How much? A few cents per pound?"
Liu Aiguo remained calm and continued setting off the bombs.
"And the mushrooms, and the dried vegetables they make in the summer, like dried eggplant, dried potatoes, dried green beans, dried radishes, and the frozen cabbage we just froze. They said they'd buy them all."
Everyone else knew that Liu Weimin, slow to react, remained in a stunned state.
"You mean we've found a god of wealth?"
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