Chapter 277: Moutai and Tobacco

Zhu Jun's words made sense.

So Song Tan also nodded: "It's okay."

"After all, it's Qiaoqiao's first time bringing goods, and we don't have high requirements. 4100 sales, satisfied."

Zhu Jun also laughed: "4100 sales is not—wait, is it sales amount or sales volume?"

Song Tan smiled honestly: "4100 copies."

Zhu Jun:... A good beginning is... half the battle???

She coughed dryly, all the encouraging words hidden on her lips couldn't be said, so she simply changed the subject: "

"By the way, part of the subsidy mentioned before has already arrived."

"But there are some that need time to verify, such as the peach trees on your mountain that have to wait until harvest, so it can be verified that they are not just planted to cheat subsidies; someone will come to verify it then."

Song Tan nodded: "Okay!"

Compared to current income, although the subsidy is not small, it doesn't seem like much. However...

She still owed the village seventy thousand yuan.

After all, who told her family to build the house first?

Fortunately, although Zhu Jun is a college student village official, she understands the situation in the countryside very thoroughly.

May and June are originally an awkward period, the gap period, and it's not the harvest season.

Honestly, Song Tan's family has pondered so many ways to make money from the beginning of this year to now, which has already made her happy.

Now she looks at this unfathomable girl of the same age, looking entirely at the prospects—money is tight this year, so she contracted 20 mu of mountain forest.

But that back mountain is surrounded into a bowl shape, and the total of 200 mu in all directions is not just that!

If the harvest is good this year, it's normal to continue contracting next year, right?

With more land, the family doesn't have enough manpower, and this area is not suitable for machines, so wouldn't the village's employment positions come out?

The villagers' quality of life is better, and later each family ponders something else, slowly popularity comes up, and later applying for road repairs to the superiors will have more confidence.

Once the traffic is smooth, won't popularity slowly gather back?

All of this has been planned for the long term in Zhu Jun's heart.

At this moment, facing such a capable villager with her own sales channels, she only has joy in her heart and eyes; where does she care if the money is early or late?

The contract said half a year, and only two months have passed, no rush!

Turning around, she mentioned another thing:

"You watch the mountain quite closely, right?"

Song Tan nodded.

Iron fences surround it, a circle of Cherokee roses is planted, and there are two dogs.

If this is still not safe, then unless half the village comes to grab things.

Zhu Jun smiled: "The fungus sticks you gave to the elderly in the village before, I saw them at Grandma Hongying's house the other day, and they are growing quite well."

"I think your white fungus should be even more lush now, I'm just afraid that someone in the village will be moved to take advantage."

Those black fungus sticks were also sawed from the chestnut tree segments on the mountain, and then punched to press the fungus seeds, the same batch as on the mountain.

At that time, Song Sancheng and Song Youde made the decision to give food to every elderly person who came to help, and also gave each a stick.

Not to mention anything else, just standing it anywhere in the corridor, it's no problem to add a dish for yourself after a while.

It is precisely because of this inconspicuous thoughtfulness that their Song family has always been responsive when looking for people to help in the village.

—The countryside is a unique social system different from the city.

In the village, if human feelings are not enough, even if the money is in place, few people will pay attention when looking for help.

And the Song family is responsive to everything they do this year, which is enough to see their family's conduct.

It is precisely because of this style that Zhu Jun is more determined: they will never only care about their own development!

Therefore, when it comes to the Song family's affairs, she also appears very active.

However, besides these, Song Tan also noticed something wrong—

Things have been handled, why is this little secretary still here, and hasn't moved for a long time?

Song Tan looked at her: "Secretary Zhu, haven't you eaten dinner yet?"

Zhu Jun immediately laughed: "I'm a cadre after all, I can't always take advantage of your family—it's so embarrassing to go to your house for a meal!"

Song Tan:... You call this embarrassing?

However, the little secretary did real things in the village, so she brought her back to the courtyard.

Zhu Jun really did as she said, didn't take advantage of others, and at this moment took out two bottles of wine from the trunk; when Song Youde saw them, his eyes immediately lit up!

"This is so embarrassing, taking such good wine... can't take it, can't take it, just come if you want..."

If his eyes weren't stuck on it when he said "can't take it", it would be more credible.

Zhu Jun smiled kindly and greenly, as if she were really a junior girl: "Grandpa Song, don't be polite, this was taken from home, didn't spend money. Our family drinks little, isn't it a pity to put it there?"

Good heavens!

Song Tan glanced at that bottle of Moutai, thinking your family is really quite rich.

But thinking about it, it's true, raising her hand to buy tea for 20,000 yuan without blinking, it can't be that bad.

This wine obviously reached Grandpa Song's heart, so the little old man hesitated for a long time, pushing and pulling, only then, while feeling embarrassed but full of joy, took the wine, and then happily asked: "Secretary Zhu..."

"Grandpa Song, I'm staying for a meal, we're family, just call me Secretary Secretary Xiao Zhu."

Little Secretary Zhu looked honest.

"Secretary Secretary Xiao Zhu, does anyone in your family smoke?"

The little old man became unrestrained when he saw good wine: "Let me tell you," he pulled the small stool closer: "Tantan planted several rows of tobacco leaves for me on the ridge this year, and a batch will be roasted soon, golden and bright, full of fragrance!"

"Just for these two bottles of wine, if anyone in your family smokes, I'll share some with you!"

Zhu Jun blinked, first went through the issue of tobacco planting permits in her heart, and then smiled:

"No need, Grandpa Song, a gentleman doesn't take what others love. You like it so much, keep it for yourself."

"In my family, my dad and grandpa are used to smoking cigarettes."

However, Song Youde was a stubborn old man.

He felt this little secretary was honest!

He also had to return honesty!

People send wine, he returns tobacco, no problem!

At this moment, he looked disapproving: "Cigarettes are called cigarettes, but they smell when smoked! Our local tobacco is fragrant when smoked—"

"Smoking is harmful to health!

!"

Before the words fell, Qiaoqiao stood beside him and shouted loudly again.

Song Youde:...

Looking at the children around him glaring at him, clearly none of them supported smoking, only his son and his seventh uncle sat on the side, looking at the sky, looking at the ground, looking at the stove, just not daring to speak.

Song Youde:...

He smiled sheepishly, but ultimately didn't publicize it anymore, just whispered to Zhu Jun:

"You wait, wait until it's roasted in a while, I'll save the best for you."