In the convenience store.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Liu Yonghua couldn't help but sigh.

It was morning now, and the villagers had just arrived for about an hour to drink tea.

Gong Zhu's convenience store business is surprisingly good. Chen Erchen's and the food stalls brought a lot of consumption, regardless of whether it was tea guests. In the morning, villagers came here to drink tea and chat. A group of old men and women brewed a pot of tea, talked about national affairs, family affairs, and cursed their sons and daughters-in-law. It was as lively as a market, and it seemed to be the social center of Hongshi Village.

By noon, the elderly went home for dinner.

At this moment, tourists who were already full of sleep came over.

Unlike the villagers' talks, the guests all seemed quiet.

They made a cup of tea, either silently looked at the mountains and mountains in the distance, or brushed their phones with their heads, or picked up a book and read it with relish.

Some people even put out their laptops and typed the keyboard so loudly that it turned into a cafe.

At the end of a day, bamboo flowers can sell fifty or sixty cups of tea.

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Don’t underestimate that this tea is worthless. A cup of tea is only sold for three yuan, but the profit is high. After deducting the capital, it is 2 yuan and 3 yuan. Just selling tea, she costs more than one hundred yuan a day.

After calculating the accounts, Zhuhua scared herself.

Tea is wild tea from vegetables on the mountain, and water is the springs that attract them. It has no capital at all. It is really a bit embarrassed to make so much money.

However, the tourists even said, "Conscience, the boss lady, in other scenic spots, such a cup of tea will cost ten yuan. For three yuan, we can sit here for a day, what more affordable consumption is than this."

"Ten yuan per cup?" Zhuhua was even more shocked. She even wanted to raise the price of her own tea. But after thinking about it, if the price increases, the elderly in the village would not come. Wouldn't she and Yonghua be scolded to death by the old men and women?

So he gave up.

Seeing that her husband kept sighing in the teahouse, Zhuhua was annoyed: "Yonghua, you sighed early in the morning, like a star in the mourning gate. What are you doing?"

"Why else? Isn't it just the ghost thing about Lao Qi Po?" Liu Yonghua saw that there was no one else in the teahouse and said with a bitter face: "This time the city finally built a sewage treatment station for each village, which was something we couldn't expect before. Seeing that the project was about to be completed, but once the pipeline was put into Lao Qi Po's greenhouse, it got stuck."

Zhuhua: "I heard that Lao Qi Po borrowed a debt to build this greenhouse, and it was 20,000 yuan! Yonghua, 20,000 yuan is not a small amount for us farmers. If this account is pressed on anyone, it will make people unable to sleep well at night. I thought that as long as the grapes are born in a year, they will be able to pay off the debt. As a result, the grapes are sick. Lao Qi Po had no choice but to find a way to find Song Qingyun, hoping that Secretary Xiao Song could help him."

"But look at what Song Qingyun did. He pulled out all the seedlings and put them on a fire and burned them to ashes. Whoever was on the head would have to vomit blood. The old seventh lady had suffered such great losses, so she was afraid she would have hated Xiao Song."

After hearing his wife say that, Liu Yonghua frowned: "How can you hate Song Qingyun? Even if you don't pull out the disease, his family will not have a harvest next year! Maybe it will be transmitted to other families. In that case, the grape planting in our village will be completely done. Lao Qi's wife is too disregarded by the overall situation. Why isn't this a bastard?"

Zhuhua: "The overall situation, what is the overall situation? Even if you take care of it, who will make up for the losses? For Lao Qipo, their grapes are the overall situation. No matter how good the grapes of other people grow, can they give them a dime?"

Liu Yonghua was speechless: "That's true, but... the construction of the pollution is a treatment station that affects all the villagers and is also the focus of the recent work of the village committee. If it doesn't work like this, why would I explain to the street leaders? I, as the village chief, have no shame to be a village chief. If it doesn't work, I have to go to Lao Qi. "

After saying that, he got up and wanted to leave.

Zhuhua: "You are going to Laoqi's house, will you do it?"

"After all, I am the village director. Song Qingyun said he had no choice but to let me do the ideological work of Lao Qipo."

"Whatever you do, do whatever Song Qingyun asks you to do?" Zhuhua snorted: "He does nothing himself, can he sit back and enjoy the fruits?"

"He really has no choice. Lao Qi's wife has hated him, and I can only talk to Lao Qi." Liu Yonghua sighed: "If this matter is not resolved as soon as possible, Song Qingyun's life will be sad. Think about it, the streets are rare to be generous, and they pay and equipment, but the village can't do anything. He, the first secretary, is probably going to be scolded by his leader. Also, now the sewage treatment stations in all towns and villages in the city have been completed and put into use, but there is no movement here yet. Song Qingyun is probably going to be a negative example in the city, and even his future will be affected."

When Zhuhua heard that it might affect Song Qingyun's future, she felt relieved. She was the one who started this matter. She didn't think much about it at the time. She just wanted to give Song Qingyun eye medicine. She didn't expect that the effect was so high, and she wouldn't let go if she grabbed her husband: "Don't go."

Liu Yonghua was anxious: "What are you pulling me to do with Zhuhua? This is work, what does it have to do with you."

Zhuhua's mind was naturally inconvenient to tell him. When her eyes turned, she was about to think of other words. Her chin in the countryside stopped under the pavilion across the road. A group of people walked down, including Gong Zhenxin.

Gong Zhu: "Uncle Zhenxin, you are back, are you in better health?"

Gong Zhenxin came over and said, "Okay, that is, you have a cold. After taking medicine for a few days, it will be fine." He asked seriously again: "Yonghua, Lao Qi still refuses to let us dig his land?"

Liu Yonghua: "Which is working? Secretary Song is working in the city today. I just planned to go to Lao Qi's house again."

Gong Zhenxin nodded and said lightly: "The construction of a sewage treatment station was decided by the city, so that all villages must be built. This is related to the living environment of all villagers. The key is that it has affected the business of inns and farmhouses and affected the development of our rural reasons. His seventh wife is so brave that she asked him to stop such a big thing. Let's go to his house to take a look. It really doesn't make sense, so if you should take measures, you should take measures."

He was also angry and prepared to use his strength.

As soon as he and Liu Yonghua left like this, Gong Zhu became anxious.

Gong Zhenxin, the branch secretary of Hongshi Village, is one of the highest-ranking people in the village. He has a very high prestige. No one dares to object if he says something. Otherwise, if he annoys him, he will slap him in the face. When he glares at you, your heart will tremble.

Unlike Yonghua, people are convinced by virtue purely relying on character.

Lao Qipo is quite honest. When he meets Liu Yonghua, he can't even chew on him. Yonghua can't do anything to him. But as soon as Gong Zhenxin came to the door, the mute could no longer pretend.

If nothing unexpected happens, Gong Zhenxin will spit it out with just one mouthful of spit, and Lao Qi's wife will have to submit.

In this way, how could he put Song Qingyun on his own? Gong Zhu was thinking about this when he saw Mao Gen coming over with a smile: "Sister Zhuhua, give me a pack of five yuan cigarettes, any brand of it will be good, any taste is no different anyway."

After saying that, his eyes scanned Zhuhua's waist and hips.

Zhuhua was not very good at heart and said sarcastic: "You use a mobile phone worth 8,000 yuan and bought a computer worth tens of thousands of yuan. She is very rich. Smoking a cigarette worth 5 yuan does not match your identity. Do you want it?"

Mao Gen was discouraged: "I'm so poor recently that I'm so poor that I smoked China? Isn't it beautiful to have that money? In a few days, I can't afford to smoke five yuan per pack of cigarettes."

Gong Zhu immediately had an idea: "Maogen, I'll ask you to burn cigarettes, but you have to do me a favor first and keep it confidential."

"Keep confidential, I think you're going to do something bad."

"Don't you talk nonsense, do you do it?"

Maogen: "I am a bad person and I like to do bad things the most. Sister Zhuhua, tell me."

Gong Zhu: "Uncle Zhenxin returned to the village and was heading to Lao Qi's house to build a sewage treatment station."

Mao Gen: "The project of Lao Qipo is blocked. I am afraid it will be bad if it is alarmed."

"It must be bad." Zhuhua: "Lao Qi Po is very timid. She was not scared to death when Uncle Zhenxin was not scared, so naturally he would do whatever the branch secretary said. You should be quick and immediately take a shortcut to Lao Qi Po's mother and ask her to talk to the branch secretary. Anyway, in one sentence, Song Qingyun can't make trouble in her greenhouse. She is an old woman and a disabled person. Uncle Zhenxin can't do anything to her, and she can't use force."

"Ha, it turns out that you are going to make trouble, but what you are going to make trouble is Yonghua's chaos." Mao Gen smiled.

Gong Zhu: "A pack of cigarettes, will you go?"

Mao Gen had a bitter face: "Don't talk about Lao Qi Po, I'm afraid of Uncle Zhenxin, I have to add more money. Five yuan cigarettes will definitely not work, you have to pack Zhonghua for it."

"Dream in the daytime." Gong Zhu cursed: "That's a cigarette worth 60 yuan a pack, specialized in tourists. You deserve to smoke? I'm irritating it and knocking on my head, bastard."

"You can do whatever you want, anyway, if you delay for a while, the branch secretary and Yonghua will be there." Mao Gen said leisurely: "Time is tight, you can think about it."

Zhuhua had no choice but tossed a bag of Chinese: "Go quickly, go quickly, come and tell me if there is any news."

"Okay, I'll do my business, don't worry." After taking the cigarette, Maogen rushed out of the teahouse excitedly, moving like a rabbit.

Gong Zhu felt relieved when he saw that the direction he was going was the shortest road.

Mao Gen is the most untrustworthy and difficult to deal with, but he still respects Liu Yonghua very much and dare not lie to her.

After he left, Zhuhua accidentally broke a cup because of uneasiness.

After about an hour, I saw Liu Yonghua coming back with a depressed look on his face.

Mao Gen compared her OK gesture to her from afar, indicating that the matter was done.

Gong Zhu pretended to be innocent and asked her husband: "Yonghua, what's going on? Did Lao Qipo agree?"

Liu Yonghua shook his head.

Gong Zhuxin calmed down and deliberately joked: "Without Zhen Xin's move, will he dare not agree?"
Chapter completed!