Because guys, I suddenly became a little hypocritical
Jiang Lin was also terribly disliked. He used a No. 16 drill bit to drill holes in the black PE pipe, but always forgot to install the I-shaped rubber pad.
Pei Xu installed the 16mm locknut along the hole of the PE pipe, picked up the I-shaped rubber pad that Jiang Lin had forgotten on the ground and reminded him, "Mr. Jiang, you forgot again."
Jiang Lin said with a guilty conscience: "I want to put it back on later."
Pei Xu said: "You have forgotten most of this pipeline."
Jiang Lin carried it with him, "Then I can drill a hole in the PE pipe and then go back to install everything."
The construction period was tight, so Pei Xu said seriously: "I think you can install it while you are drilling, otherwise you will have to find the hole later, which will waste time."
Jiang Lin pushed the drill bit into the PE pipe with force and said with some dissatisfaction: "That's just because you think this method is useful, but it's not suitable for me. I also have my own set of working methods."
Pei Xu noticed that his tone was wrong and tried to ease the atmosphere: "I'm just giving you advice. It's up to you to decide whether to use it or not." His tone softened, with a hint of flattery at the end.
Jiang Lin's temper disappeared instantly, and he asked, "Isn't our schedule not so tight? In a few days, the seedlings will be planted. If we work overtime on the equipment, we can get it ready before the end of the year."
Pei Xu said: "Didn't the production team say they would give you a few days off to go home for the New Year? The sooner you finish the work, the sooner you can go home and reunite with your family."
Jiang Lin said calmly: "I'm not going home. I'm staying here to work with you."
"That's great." Pei Xu tried to cheer him up. "We have a lively New Year here. The chickens and ducks raised by the old comrades are particularly fat. You are in for a treat."
Jiang Lin's expression turned from gloomy to bright, and he said jokingly: "During your New Year, fat people and dogs are not afraid of chickens and ducks rising to heaven."
"Hey, that's a good summary. I'll give you a big chicken drumstick as a reward."
Dark red rose seedlings and oil tea seedlings were planted in the empty fields. The rows of seedlings were neatly arranged. The young men patrolled the fields with high-intensity flashlights. They felt a sense of accomplishment. They planted hope and looked forward to the trees growing luxuriantly and producing bright and colorful flowers. The oil tea trees were so full of fruits that their branches were bent.
Li Xuran's obsessive-compulsive disorder was well treated. He said comfortably: "Everyone did a very meticulous job. The same spacing and width were planted along the same horizontal line, without bias, and the planting template was standardized."
Jiang Lin praised: "The older generation is the best at doing farm work. They are very dedicated. When they are planting, they supervise each other and discuss how if a seedling is damaged, they will lose a few dollars and the subsequent economic benefits. When they are burying the soil, they lift the mulch lightly for fear of damaging it."
"We should learn from them to respect the land and respect labor. They do a really good job and it really makes people feel reassured." Cheng Enyue admires them from the bottom of his heart. The villagers, with an average wage of more than 45 yuan per person, put on their hats and chatted and laughed while doing their work. The wages were calculated on a daily basis, but they did not slack off to earn more wages.
More and more people went to the market in the town, and the villagers who worked outside returned home one after another. Li Xuran and Song Yifan lined up at the bank to withdraw money. The money counting machine counted the money quickly, ten, twenty, fifty, and one hundred yuan. The old men and women took out the new money and happily bought New Year's goods.
Li Xuran said with a smile: "Our money counting machine will take some time to count such a large amount of money."
Song Yifan held Pei Xu's bank card and said, "After paying everyone, we have to go home for the New Year. The work in the fields before the New Year will depend on Brother Xu and Brother Lin."
Li Xuran turned his head to look at him, and Song Yifan looked a little lost.
Li Xuran teased him: "What's wrong? Are you reluctant to leave Peijia Village? Are you missing the chickens, ducks and geese at Brother Xu's house?"
"Of course. Uncle Li drove the livestock home that day, and the chicken and duck legs were fat." Song Yifan felt better and continued his joke.
"We will be back after the New Year. I was afraid you would run away and not come back to do hard labor."
Song Yifan said with a smile: "I will withdraw the money and run away with it later."
There are a wide variety of New Year goods at the market. Fruit vendors are pulling carts of fruit and shouting enthusiastically. Yellow mandarin oranges are piled on the carts. "Fresh mandarin oranges cost 10 yuan for 5 kilograms. Try them. They are sweet and juicy."
The two were once again shocked by the price of fruit. The boss broke a fruit in half and gave it to them to taste. It was juicy and sweet, with yellowish juice flowing down the corners of their mouths.
Song Yifan said cheerfully: "Boss, how much does your car weigh?"
"About a thousand pounds."
"Then we'll take them all."
The boss confirmed in shock: "You want the whole truck? How can you eat them all? There's no need to stock up so much during the Chinese New Year. We won't raise the price."
Li Xuran opened another one and said, "There are many people in our village, so we need you to help us pull it to the village."
"Oh, the whole village? No problem. I'll follow you and take it there."
The electric car led the way in front, and the boss followed behind, whistling happily, attracting the attention of many passers-by.
Li Xuran joked: "You're not a miser this time? You were so straightforward and asked for a truckload of mandarin oranges to give to the villagers as New Year's gifts."
Song Yifan said proudly: "What does the company's poverty have to do with me? I used my private account to get eggs and corn from grandparents in the village, and fruits and snacks from aunts and uncles. I bought them some fruits as New Year's goods."
The boss weighed the items, collected the money, and happily gave New Year greetings.
Several teenagers were installing drip irrigation pipes in the fields. The bare seedlings they saw caught the boss's attention, and he asked, "What are you planting?"
"We grow edible roses and tea trees and plan to develop our own industry," Li Xuran said.
The boss sighed, "You young people are smart. Our village grows mandarin oranges. Now is the fruit season. We can't sell them at a high price, but at least we can sell them in large quantities and make a little money for the New Year."
"You have an orchard, why don't you supply the supermarkets? Or you can sell to individual vendors."
Song Yifan's words hit the nail on the head. "Supermarkets have their own exclusive supply chain and won't buy from us. Even if buying directly from us is fresher and cheaper, the quantity needed by individual stalls is not much, so it won't relieve much pressure."
Li Xuran said: "Supermarkets' supply channels are monopolized. All fruits in a supermarket basically come from one supplier. Ordinary farmers cannot compete with them."
Song Yifan said enthusiastically: "Brother, once our e-commerce channels are established, we will help you sell fruits of such good quality. To be honest, this Wogan is the sweetest citrus fruit I have ever eaten." He held up the golden flesh that had just been peeled in his hand.
Baskets of mandarin oranges were placed under the big banyan tree. Song Yifan set up a table with the villagers' work notebooks on it.
Jiang Lin shouted happily with a loudspeaker: "Everyone, please line up in an orderly manner to receive your wages. After receiving your wages, you can also receive ten kilograms of mandarin oranges. This is Song Yifan's gift to everyone. I hope everyone will prepare for the New Year happily."
"Okay." The villagers smiled enthusiastically.
When Liu Huabao received the oranges, he asked, "Brother, when will you start training on e-commerce and editing?"
Xiang Chuzhe handed him the packed mandarin oranges and said, "We will introduce the chicken farming project after the New Year and carry out e-commerce training. If you and your brothers are interested, you are welcome to come and listen at any time."
"We will definitely come." Liu Huabao added Xiang Chuzhe's WeChat, "Brother, please let me know when the time comes."
The boys worked overtime for another three days, and only a few acres of land had not yet been installed with drip irrigation pipes.
The program crew's car was already waiting under the big banyan tree, and Pei Xu and Jiang Lin saw them off.
Li Xuran said with a smile: "Brother Xu, Brother Lin, the work in the fields is left to you. We will not come back after the New Year, so take this opportunity to escape."
The director at the side took it seriously and said nervously, "Then we won't give you a holiday."
"Director Zhou, if they don't come back, I will carry a hoe and block the door of each of their homes to pull them back." Pei Xu smiled and helped them carry their luggage.
Zhao Sumei and her husband came running over breathlessly, holding two cartons, and shouted, "Wait a minute, don't close the door yet."
Two cardboard boxes contained several vacuum bags containing freshly slaughtered ducks.
Pei Zongli took out the ducks and said, "We don't have anything nice to give you when you go home. These ducks are raised by us. They taste different from the feed ducks outside. You can take them home to make soup or boil them."
Zhao Sumei teased him: "Children, do whatever they want. Don't always think about selling your white-cut duck."
Cheng Enyue smiled and tried to smooth things over: "We can cook multiple dishes with one duck. The ducks raised by uncle and aunt are of different flavors, so we must try different flavors."
Jiang Lin closed the trunk door, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, if we don't leave now, we'll be too late to catch the plane."
Before leaving at the airport, Pei Xu, as the chairman of Peijiacun Mancang Agricultural Co., Ltd., gave them the first instruction, that they would return to work after the New Year, and all employees would receive the company's business license on the eighth day of the New Year.
The brothers left, and the noisy and bustling house suddenly became quiet. Jiang Lin said a little sadly, "I suddenly feel that I have become a little hypocritical after living with them for a long time. When I was in Beijing, I especially liked to be alone and didn't want anyone to disturb me. Now I actually miss their endless noise."
Pei Xu changed the name of the student on duty on the blackboard and said, "I felt what you felt the night I suggested starting a company. I was fascinated by the feeling of everyone working together in the same direction. You all have good personalities, and you can joke and chat. The repetitive and boring farm work has been injected with happy emotional value, and it is no longer monotonous and boring. I once thought that without you, even if I had the start-up capital, I might not be able to stick to it."
Jiang Lin teased him: "Boss Pei, you are trying to be weak with me."
Pei Xu said: "I don't know who started to be pretentious first."
Jiang Lin started bickering like an elementary school student: "What's wrong with me? Why don't you give it to me? Is our friendship just a fake one?"
Pei Xu turned to look at the camera: "Brothers, listen to this, Young Master Jiang is setting a trap for me."
Jiang Lin pretended to stand up: "What a fake brotherhood, I'd better leave now, lest someone doesn't give me food on New Year's Eve."
Pei Xu quickly pressed his shoulder to make him sit down, "Of course, I'll break off a big chicken leg for you."
Jiang Lin looked back at him: "Are you serious?"
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