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  Chapter 195 Has that appetite, but not that belly

   At noon, Liu Qingshan and his party returned with a full load.

  In the jeep, except for people, the rest of the space is almost filled with waves.

  And these are just a drop in the bucket for the waves that have accumulated for thousands of years on the other side of Jiangwan.

   "Qingshan, put the remaining treasures over there, so they won't be picked up by others, right? If they are used as matches, they will be useless!"

  Zhang Jizi couldn't hide his excitement. Liu Qingshan told him just now that when Master Lu came again, he would take him to Chuncheng to learn sculpture art.

  Although he still doesn't know what carving is, he has been fascinated since seeing these waves. He has also conceived many ideas in his mind and can't wait to realize them.

  Liu Qingshan smiled, people nowadays have not realized the ornamental value of Langmu, who would go all the way to get it home, unless they are full of food.

  Arrived in the village, after unloading everything, Professor Wang cheerfully leaned on his cane named "Qianxing", and couldn't put it down.

  Liu Qingshan carried the big guy temporarily named "Luming" and put it in the courtyard of his grandfather's house. It still needs to be cleaned and scrubbed before it can be placed in the house.

  The rest of the dozen pieces of wave wood were all moved back to his home by Zhang Handzi.

  When Liu Qingshan just put Lu Ming in the yard, he heard the noise outside the yard. It turned out that it was the elder sister Yang Hongying who led the children back.

  These little guys came to receive tea eggs very consciously.

  Liu Qingshan forgot all about this. Fortunately, the elder sister Liu Jinfeng remembered that she had already boiled the tea eggs.

  The fourth and fifth children also walked on short legs, and went to help distribute eggs, and in the end they happily mixed up with the two.

  Liu Qingshan held a big brush, brought a bucket, and started brushing.

  Wave wood was originally soaked and scoured by river water, and the rest is all grease, so it is not afraid of water at all.

   While brushing vigorously, I heard someone outside the gate say hello: "Comrade Xiao Liu, are you busy?"

  The voice was a bit unfamiliar, Liu Qingshan quickly straightened up and looked over, but it was an old man carrying a pole, and he didn't recognize it for a while.

   "I'm from Dingjiagou, Comrade Xiao Liu, we talked about it when we were selling mountain products in the supply and marketing agency."

  Old man Ding was talking, Liu Qingshan remembered it now, and quickly responded: "Master, you are tired, hurry up and drink some water, and rest your legs."

  Dingjiagou is a small village in the mountains, tens of miles away from Jiapigou, and they came here with a shoulder pole, probably starting early in the morning.

   "Not tired, not tired, Comrade Xiao Liu, do you still accept morels?"

  Old man Ding gently put down the burden he was carrying. It was two earthen baskets with bulging small flour bags inside.

  Liu Qingshan was stunned for a while, then remembered this, and immediately smiled: "Accepted, of course."

  Hearing this, old man Ding immediately felt relieved. He ran all the way here.

  Invited old man Ding to the house, poured a bowl of water, Liu Qingshan handed over a filter tip, but the old man refused, but took the cigarette basket on the kang, rolled a dry cigarette, and smoked it.

   "Master, I told the supply and marketing agency to collect it for me, why did you travel more than ten miles?"

   Liu Qingshan asked a little strangely.

  Old man Ding took a sip of water, wiped the corners of his mouth, and explained why.

   It turns out that the purchase department of the supply and marketing cooperative said that foreign businessmen do not accept morel mushrooms.

  Although there was a verbal agreement with Liu Qingshan, but these days Liu Qingshan has been busy picking wild vegetables, so he didn't send the money, so of course he can't collect it on his behalf.

  Well, it seems that I have to send some money in the afternoon.

  Of course Liu Qingshan didn't forget about this incident, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. In less than a week, someone picked a lot of morel mushrooms, and even dried them for delivery.

  It seems that he still underestimated the people at the moment. Everyone is really scared of the desire to make money.

  So I used my own weighing pan to weigh the two-sided bag of morels picked by old man Ding.

  After drying in the sun, this thing is even more light and light, and it is less than 30 catties when added together.

  According to old man Ding, this is the more than a dozen families in their Dingjiagou, and he picked all the morel mushrooms that had been dried in the sun in the past few days.

  Liu Qingshan has seen it. These morels are in good condition, so they are purchased as first-class products. After all, they are picked from a long distance.

  The price of first-class morel mushrooms is eleven yuan, which is more than one yuan and three hundred is enough. Liu Qingshan directly rounded it up to old man Ding, and counted thirty Great Unity cards.

  Pinching a thick banknote in his hand, old man Ding's face blossomed with joy: "Comrade Xiao Liu, thank you, thank you!"

   "Master, I'm the one to thank you. If you want to sell it in the future, you can just go directly to the purchase point of the supply and marketing cooperative, and you can save some travel."

  Liu Qingshan decided to go to the supply and marketing cooperative in the afternoon and send the money there.

  Although this business was in the name of a cooperative, he paid all the money for the acquisition, and it was his personal business.

  Old man Ding carefully counted the banknotes twice before wrapping them layer by layer with a handkerchief and stuffing them into his close-fitting pocket, and then he was about to leave.

"Grandpa, wait a minute, this guy who came all the way, no matter how good he is, he still has to eat at my house, if he goes back hungry, if word spreads, everyone will say that we are from Jiapigou It's dishonest."

  Liu Qingshan quickly grabbed Old Man Ding's arm and dragged him to his home for dinner.

  The folk customs are simple at the moment, and it is normal to have a meal at home or something.

  After having lunch together, Liu Qingshan drove old man Ding directly to the commune in a jeep, and old man Ding left cheerfully, saying in his heart how many times:

  This kid is really benevolent!

  Liu Qingshan went to the supply and marketing cooperative. When he put the ten packs of unity in front of the staff, people were shocked.

   Soon even the director of the supply and marketing cooperative was alarmed, and called the accountant and cash clerk, and then accepted the 10,000 yuan, and then gave Liu Qingshan a receipt.

  The director kept chanting: "You guys are really rich in Jiapigou!"

   Liu Qingshan just smiled at this: I paid for this money, okay?

   But this kind of show off is meaningless, so Liu Qingshan didn't need to explain, and he explained to the two old masters who were in charge of collecting the goods, and then he left.

  He also thought that through the county's distribution of documents, the collection points of the whole county would be organized to help him collect morels.

  But his current net worth is only 20,000 yuan, which is estimated to be good enough to support the acquisition of the commune.

  Have that appetite, but not that belly.

  Just as I was about to get into the jeep, I heard someone yelling: "Qingshan, go sit at my place."

   Turning his head, he saw that it was Secretary Sun of the commune, with a straw hat on his head, looking dusty.

   "Secretary Sun, talk to me if you have something to do."

   Liu Qingshan was full of respect for Secretary Sun Hongtao, and hurried over to say hello.

   After chatting for a few words, I found out that Secretary Sun went to Shoulin Village to check on the picking of wild vegetables. As soon as he returned to the commune, he went here to look at the purchase again.

  Purchasing wild vegetables is a major event in the county, and of course he attaches great importance to it.

   After chatting for a while, Secretary Sun turned to the topic: "Qingshan, what the **** are you doing in Jiapigou, buying morel mushrooms alone, did you find another market?"

   After finishing speaking, he added: "You bypass the commune and the county and make a lot of money by yourself. If it was a few years ago, it would be cut off as a tail for you!"

   "Secretary Sun, there is no sales right now. I will contact you later. I don't know what the situation is."

   "How about the county and the commune also take the money together, and if you really lose money then, just don't blame me."

   "You boy, don't play tricks with me, when did you ever make a loss-making business?"

  Secretary Sun pointed with his fingers. Liu Qingshan was also very pleased with this kind of trust, and kept laughing.

  Even so, Secretary Sun didn't dare to be too aggressive. After all, if this kind of thing goes wrong, his wealth and life will be costly.

  Although his original intention was good, he wanted to create more wealth for the county and the people.

"Qingshan, why don't you write a report on morel mushrooms, which is similar to the plan you wrote, and then I will submit it to the county. As for the final decision, it is up to the county to decide. "

   After some consideration, Secretary Sun finally came up with the safest solution.

   Well, Liu Qingshan has no reason to refuse, even if the morel mushrooms produced by Qingshan Commune are taken over by him, there are several other communes.

  It would be best if the county could also invest in the purchase, in that case, it would be easier to sell.

   After all, the fewer things there are, the harder it is to sell them. Maybe he can get a ride in the county, so as to save himself from being sold.

  After discussing this matter, Liu Qingshan drove back. Halfway there, he saw three people walking forward.

   This road leads to Jiapigou, and Liu Qingshan honked the horn twice in the back, ready to give them a ride.

   As a result, the old man walking in the front turned his head abruptly, his eagle-like eyes met Liu Qingshan's gaze through the window glass.

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help trembling, and almost drove the jeep into the gutter: Why is he here again?

  Braking the jeep to a stop, and carefully looking at the remaining two young men, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief: Fortunately, they are all men.

  Hai Dagui led the two juniors, walked back a few steps, and came to the jeep.

  Looking at Liu Qingshan who got out of the car door, Mr. Hai shook his head slightly: "Your car is not driving well, almost turned into a ditch."

   "Isn't it more exciting to see you growing old?"

  Liu Qingshan greeted warmly.

  He is not afraid of Old Man Hai, but his granddaughter Hai Mingzhu, a girl who is passionate, bold and unbelievably simple.

  Yalling that the three of them got into the jeep and chatted while walking, Liu Qingshan finally figured out that Old Man Hai was waiting anxiously at home, so he went to Heixiazitun to inquire about news.

   also brought two juniors to learn black fungus cultivation techniques.

  As for the Pearl of the Sea, it has been sent to a large reservoir in the capital, and they really went to learn freshwater pearl cultivation.

   "Xiaoshanzi, you are too unprofessional. Why don't you call our village when you buy wild vegetables here? We can still ship out dried vegetables."

  Old man Hai heard about this incident when he was in Bishui County, so he was full of grievances, and now he finally found someone to vent.

  Liu Qingshan was also wronged: "Master, do you have a telephone in your village?"

  Old Man Hai was speechless, and simply rolled his eyes: "Anyway, you should have informed us!"

   "I wrote a letter a long time ago, but I don't know when you will receive it." Liu Qingshan couldn't provoke Old Man Hai, so he stopped bickering with him.

  That's about it.

  Old Man Hai nodded, and then took out another piece of paper from his pocket:

   "This is my granddaughter's current address. Xiaoshanzi, when you are free, write more letters to Mingzhu. You young people, you need more..."

  Before he could finish speaking, the jeep suddenly sped up and roared, forcing Old Man Hai to hold back his words.

  (end of this chapter)