Bai Xue felt that she could not hold on any longer. She had to get off the car early, for her own face, and to avoid giving Chu Yifeng the impression that she was boring.
"Brother Chu, just stop."
"Stop here?" Chu Yifeng understood. The girl was sensible and probably worried that he would get anxious. "Okay. Goodbye."
Bai Xue looked at the car disappearing into the distance and sighed.
She didn't have the courage to confess her feelings, so she just kept hanging around for a while. What on earth was she doing? What was the point of dragging it out like this?
Either take a big step forward and fight for it, seize the last chance to express your love before getting married so that you won't regret it in the future, or take a step back and stay away.
But the girl tried to fight for it, but she couldn't accept it because of her face, and he didn't give her the opportunity to have more contact and create opportunities. Where is the opportunity?
Bai Xue stood on the street, frowning and thinking...
In the Bi family's small building, Bi Yue sat in the living room, eating melon seeds while listening and watching. More and more people came into the living room, some to watch the fun, some to shake hands with acquaintances. The villagers were very enthusiastic, and the topic no longer discussed whether she would get married or not.
Bi Yue felt that being interrupted was really good and she also liked to listen to it.
She was even more convinced now. Someone like Liu Dapeng, who loved making money, whose head was full of business acumen, was so successful wherever he went. No wonder he retired and became a soldier? He had no place to complain if he wasn't well-off.
Look, calling her great uncle and third uncle is like calling them relatives, and both sides benefit.
Liu Dapeng was like a chicken with blood, asking the old farmers if they had any common topics:
"Third Grandpa, should I come back in two months? The seedlings will be quite tall, right? I guess you can give a rough estimate of the harvest."
Another tilted his head and raised his glass to toast his uncle:
"Granduncle, I have to bother you tomorrow. If this processing plant really gets going, you and my eldest and second uncles will have to take care of the grain collection. You'll have to keep an eye on it. I have so many businesses, so I can only come once every two months to collect the grain. You'll have to worry about hiring people and everything else. I respect you."
Zhao Shugen was excited. This was a way to generate income. It was also a good thing for the villagers. If it was done well, it would make him famous in the county. He took the initiative to say:
"Dapeng, if you can really confirm that you want to collect grain, I will contact several nearby villages for you. It won't be a problem."
Liu Dapeng waved his hand:
"Uncle Village Chief, don't think I'm just joking because I had a few drinks. I'm a business person who gets things done as soon as I say they will. I only care about the final harvest. I can guarantee this. I can set up the processing plant in the next few days, with machines and everything. Second uncle, let's take it back. We can't do it manually, it's too laborious.
You don't know that people in the south eat indica rice. If we make our grain famous and turn it into a brand, how will we operate it?
Let me put it this way, as soon as your brand of rice is shipped over, people in the south will buy it as soon as they see it, and you will be the first to occupy the market, and that's it.
"Village head, do you know what I'm doing? I'm doing this to benefit the people of the whole country. Good things should be shared, and I'm contributing to socialism. How can I not do this good thing?"
My uncles were even more excited when they heard this. They could just sell the grain to Liu Dapeng after the harvest, saving them the trouble and worrying about the price drop. Once the processing plant was established, they would have work to do even in winter. It was like pie in the sky.
Especially the second uncle, he originally wanted to discuss with Bi Yue to find jobs for the two boys at home, even if it was as apprentices in the city, but he didn't expect that there would be jobs at home. Liu Dapeng also said that because of Bi Yue and Chu Yifeng, whom he had never met, he would trust his relatives and his uncle to manage the work in the future.
The second uncle rubbed his hands and suggested:
"Just tell me what to do. I can run around with you these few days. I have a handcart and can pull anything.
Dapeng, Yueyue is sitting here, ask her what kind of person her second uncle is. We are all from the countryside, but we are very practical.
Eh? How about we go to the fields and take a look now?"
The topic inexplicably turned to going out.
Third Grandpa's face turned red from drinking. Apart from Bi Tielin, he now likes Liu Dapeng the most.
If this man really came to open a factory, he would have lived for most of his life. He could imagine that Zhaojiatun would become rich even without relying on policies. He nodded quickly:
"Dapeng, you're eating sunken rice now, which isn't very fragrant. Wait until winter comes, and I'll treat you to new rice. Then you can try it, it's incredibly fragrant. Hey, just hearing you're planning to open a factory makes my legs pound. Come on, I'll take you to see the precious things that can be found on this black soil of Zhaojiatun."
The seven or eight men at the table all stood up, looking as if they were going to leave immediately. Bi Yue turned her head and glanced at the yard.
"Uncle, Third Grandpa, is it tomorrow's time? It's dark outside and we can't see anything." Bi Yue pointed out the window.
Before Bi Yue could finish her words, her uncle slapped her on the shoulder with his dry hand, speaking earnestly and with a look of relief on his face. He had drunk too much and was a little excited:
"Girl, you're so lucky. Hurry up and prepare the banquet. We country people are particular about that. While your great uncle is still alive, on your wedding day, I'll have your two uncles buy 18,000 firecrackers and personally send you off to the sedan chair!"
Liu Yafang wiped her hands with her apron. Her uncle was drunk and talking nonsense. His eyes were red as he spoke. He looked at her daughter, who was stunned by what she said.
I'm afraid my daughter is wondering what I'm talking about.
Liu Yafang looked happy and was very grateful to Liu Dapeng.
"Go ahead. Come back for a stroll and I'll cook for you. Drink as much as you want. It's your own home, you can do whatever you want."
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