Chapter 519: Going together

"I guess it was Maomao and the others who were scolded by Feng Qiying when they were in the jeep. As a result, they used their empty claws and took out their wallets. This guy had the habit of snatching the pockets and actually touched the delicious food." The fat man recalled the situation at that time, and then began to reason.

Maomao stood there, lit up Mao Huhu's little head, as if agreeing with the fat man's analysis: we were all hot, but that guy didn't know what was going on, of course he had to teach it a lesson.

"Stand up - no matter what, you may not be able to take someone else's wallet. If you dare to steal that thing in the future, you will chop off your little claws!" The fat man suddenly felt stern, and Maomao drooped his head, looking down and confessed his guilt, but his big eyes were rolling and he glanced upward at the fat man.

"Okay, let's have an example, let's have a meal." The fat man handed the rolled spring cake to Maomao. The guy sat on the small stool, becoming like he was fine.

The fat man also returned to the kang and continued to eat cakes in a good mood. Unexpectedly, Maomao played this trick and was so happy.

"What should I do with this wallet?" Qiqi asked with her big eyes rolled a few times.

"When will you go to the commune and hand it over to the armed forces department. When the donor is notified, Master Feng will come to get it himself. Haha--" The fat man certainly won't be greedy for this amount of money. He just needs to vent his anger, and he doesn't have to take action himself. Maomao is just a little monkey, who can say anything.

In the afternoon, Ye Haibo pulled Xiaoyingzi away from Kaoshantun, and the fat man kept waving his hands: "Be careful!" No one would have thought that in the jeep, he was actually pulling nearly ten kilograms of gold.

Ye Haibo has found the buyer, but the fat guy's gold has not been purified and is relatively fragmented. At first glance, it is the unprocessed sand gold, so the price per gram is five yuan lower.

When he got home, the fat old man brought another good news to the fat man: he had already said hello to contract Daqingshan, but it needed to be approved from below, but the above would definitely agree. What the fat man needed was to write an application.

"This is too easy, right?" The fat man was almost unbelievable, but he still happily found Captain Li, and Ye Ying and Lin Qingshan got together. Lin Qingshan wrote a letter of application to contract Wushan in the name of the fat man.

As for the contract price, it is not the fat man’s final decision. He has to ask an expert to evaluate it.

After finishing it, the fat man wrote a contract in a few seconds: "Uncle Captain, the contracting of Daqingshan is in my name, but it will be included in our company in the end, so I wrote another explanation so that everyone can misunderstand it. Everyone will sign a letter."

"Everyone can trust you!" Captain Li said carelessly.

"Of course I know this, but it's better to make it clear. It's not just a good name or a bad word!" The fat man's idea was: Daqingshan is not a mountain for him alone, but a mountain that everyone guards.

"Everyone knows what's going on, it's going to be troublesome!" Captain Li said while writing his name.

The fat man yelled: "The contract fee is very small, and every household will have to pay for it."

"Don't worry, even if we sell the goods, we will still contract the mountain!" Captain Li seemed full of confidence.

"I always think that this is good now, why bother to pay more and more money to contract?" Ye Ying signed the autograph while quarreling with the fat man.

The fat man turned his eyes and said, "Let's just give a simple example. If someone else contracted Daqingshan, can we still ask us to do this? He has long hair and knowledge - hehe, knowledge is not short."

As soon as he saw Ye Ying clenching her fists, the fat man's tone immediately changed.

The next day, the fat man rode the big national defense and sent the application to the commune. After entering Ma Zhanshan's secretary's room, he was shocked to find that He Mancang was sitting leisurely opposite Ma Zhanshan, and the two were having a warm conversation.

"Uncle Mancang, I'm asking you to come soon. I'll carry you back in a while, and everyone started to clear the land in Nanwazi!" Seeing He Mancang, the fat man's little eyes kept discharged.

Ma Zhanshan coughed, "Fatty, please calm down for a while. I and Lao He were discussing the matter of reclaiming rice fields in other brigades of our commune. Can Lao He be borrowed for use first?"

"Uncle Mancang is not a thing. You can still borrow a living person!" The fat man immediately began to protest. He Mancang was specially invited by Zhang Liang, so he was only responsible for Kaoshantun.

"Fatty, who is not a thing?" He Mancang raised his face, but he couldn't hide the smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

He slapped his forehead a few times: "Uncle Mancang, see that I'm bald, hurry up and go back with me, get two good dishes, and apologize to you."

"Comrade Huang Liang——" Ma Zhanshan knocked on the table: "We must also think about the overall interests of our commune. You are not saying that everyone is really rich, why do you lose the chain when it comes to key issues!"

The fat man handed a stack of paper to Ma Zhanshan: "Then let's approve this first, and then I have to send it to the county and province."

"What's the matter? You need to be approved layer by layer?" Ma Zhanshan took it and took a look, then nodded repeatedly: "Fatty, you have the courage, and the commune will definitely support you."

The fat man put on a bitter face: "Uncle Mancang, you have to take time to go back for guidance every time. This year our rice fields are 300 acres."

"You just put your heart in your stomach. Old He led a group of apprentices, probably more than ten. I will go to your place tomorrow, study hard, and then start planting on a large scale next year." Ma Zhanshan had already discussed with He Mancang that teaching and learning were not as practical as practice.

"How many people are there? Eating and accommodation are also a big problem." The fat man smacked his lips.

"I can't lose money to you, and the commune will give you a unified subsidy."

The fat man turned his eyes and said, "I mean, where are more than a dozen people going to live? Otherwise, Secretary Ma, please add some building materials for us and build a house to make it easier for people to live there."

"You kid is taking advantage of the situation. Okay, go back and wait for the letter!" Ma Zhanshan was just doing the work. He said this, it was a foregone conclusion.

"Then I will go back and prepare first. I guess I have to put on a few horses in a temporary manner." The fat man said happily, stepped onto the great national defense, and returned to Kaoshantun.

"Uncle Fatty, the road construction team is here again. We want to build the avenue of Nanwazi." Several little kids who were after school shouted hard when they saw the fat man.

"Good guy, I'm busy now!" The fat man muttered. Since we are going to build a sanatorium, the road must be smooth and convenient for transporting goods and feeding. The road is the pioneer.

The entire nursing home project is expected to be completed in two years. The first year is mainly planning and foundation laying, and the second year is building. It just so happens that the road will be built this year, so it will be much more convenient to transport building materials next year.

The next day, He Mancang led a group of people to Kaoshantun. The fat man drove a carriage and pulled them to Nanwazi. Halfway through the way, he saw that the technicians of the construction team were drawing lines. They were basically following the original road, but they needed to be widened, and the road surface was also a paved road. It is estimated that after the repair, if you ride a bike to Nanwazi, you will not be able to use half a point.

The owner of the car was also mixed in the construction team, and he was holding a safety helmet on his head. He was familiar with the terrain here, and there were several places where the slurry was turned, so it was best to go around, otherwise the project volume would increase a lot.

"Uncle Boss, you haven't worked yet, so you don't need to wear a hard hat unless a pie falls from the sky!" The fat man shouted hard, then swung his big whip and the carriage galloped away.

The fat man's current "driving" technology has improved, and his big whip can even slam it. But those terms are a bit inaccurate. Sometimes he keeps shouting "driving" when parking.

The appearance of He Mancang almost made the entire station excited. Everyone counted as his apprentices. The master hadn't seen him for several months and was suddenly back. That's not bad.

"Well, it's not bad!" He Mancang stood on the ridge of the field and looked at it. He was very satisfied with the newly harvested rice fields. The earliest one hundred acres and the one hundred acres cultivated last autumn, not to mention, the oily and shiny oil were almost stored.

"When growing seedlings this year, I guess I have to build a greenhouse first." He Mancang prepared for the rain and started to arrange things when he came.

The fat man led a group of people to set up a few more horses and arranged to stay there. Then he communicated with Lu Gong and Wang Gong. He learned that their measurement work had been completed successfully and the drawings were drawn. The next step was to level the mountain and dig the foundation.

After a while of discussion, I decided to draw thirty strong laborers from the land reclamation brigade to do this work. Although the village can still draw some laborers, too much food and accommodation will become a problem, and every household will have to farm during the beginning of spring.

Unlike the rice fields that are cultivated, we will not do anything to work in the sanatorium. At that time, we will get money from the project fee. The fat man was so happy that he smiled: "Don't mention paying money, even if it's in vain, we will not be vague. After all, half of us are!"

In this way, the busiest spring in Kaoshantun’s history kicked off, with multiple fronts moving in unison, booming and sensation. Even in the spring breeze, people’s enthusiasm and enthusiasm seemed to be floating.

On this day, the fat man was following everyone to flatten the mountain when he suddenly received news: "Xiao Yingzi led his classmate who could cultivate bonsai to Kaoshantun."

The fat man was thinking about this matter all the time, and he didn't dare to neglect it. He rode on the national defense and ran back all the way. While pedaling the bike, the fat man thought: If this matter really happened, he would probably have a portion of the manpower. Oh, it seems that this person is not enough?

This is definitely a good thing. If everyone is idle and has nothing to do, they will probably go hungry.

Feng Fenghuohuo returned to the village and asked, saying that he was in a wild vegetable factory. The fat man hurried over and saw Xiao Yingzi following a man standing in front of the rockery watching the two dragons playing with the pearls.

"The natural work of creation is not done by human power." The man's face was solemn, and he muttered this sentence repeatedly. On his face, there was only contemplation and obsession, and there was no trace of greed.

"Little stone!" The fat man exclaimed. From the other party's almost dull face, he suddenly thought of the most influential bonsai master decades later, who was respected as "Chinese Stone" by the Japanese potting industry.

The man woke up from his obsession and looked at the fat man: "You - how do you know my nickname?"
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