Each company costs ten thousand yuan?

The people who followed Liu Qingshan to this small mountain village were shocked.

Nowadays, it is quite rare for rural households to have tens of thousands of yuan. How many households to have tens of thousands of yuan do you have to donate?

Xu Changsheng grabbed the little brother-in-law: "Sister, how many households are in your village?"

The little old lady tilted her head, blinked her big eyes, and then said with her fingers:

"If Lian Shanxing, Mute Grandpa, Tiezhu, and Teacher Liu Ying all counted, it would be exactly forty households!"

Forty households, you have to donate 400,000!

Even the queen of tape was a little incredible. She had thought about it and donated 10,000 yuan from the money she sent to the company for a few days.

"Don't forget, this is a well-known 100,000-yuan village." Wei Bing knew some details and gave a reminder.

Everyone has heard of the village of 100,000 yuan, but in their opinion, it should be better to have a larger publicity component, at most it would be a good idea to reach a village of 10,000 yuan.

So, these people looked at Liu Qingshan. After all, this is the boss's hometown and the situation is clearest.

In fact, Liu Qingshan was also a little shocked. Of course, he knew that each company donated 10,000 yuan, but it was not impossible to get it out.

The key is, are everyone really willing to give up?

Everyone was happy when their eyes swept over the plain faces around them, as if no one opposed the old branch secretary's words.

"Come on, I'll collect the money. Each company has 10,000 yuan, and they go home to get their passbook!"

He started to do it with a loud voice.

Then the crowd dispersed.

Liu Qingshan grabbed the little brother-in-law: "Why are you running away?"

"Brother, Shan Xing and I are going home to get the passbook." The little old lady responded, broke free from her brother's palm, then took Lao Wu's hand and ran away.

Liu Qingshan felt like a child was getting older and was out of control. Looking at the two little girls, it seemed that they had grown a lot.

So he waved his hand and said, "Let's go to my house first, it seems that I can't put it. Let's go to the team headquarters first, it's very cold outside."

The more the troops walked to the west of the village, the more surprised they were: the mud and thatched houses gradually turned into spacious brick and tile houses, row by row, neatly arranged.

Liu Qingshan was also surprised to find that the team headquarters had been expanded and two new houses were built. There were long wooden signs hanging on the doors, including activity rooms, conference rooms, and guesthouses, all of which were decent.

The old branch secretary led everyone into the conference room, and they could hold more than 100 people, all of which were newly built tables and chairs.

Hear everyone sat down, and half of them poured boiling water.

Everyone was indeed a little cold, holding the white porcelain teacup in both hands and drinking.

"What kind of tea?" someone asked in surprise.

"It is a medicinal tea produced by our pharmaceutical factory. Everyone is empty-handed. Drink less first and warm your stomach."

The old branch secretary explained next to him, and then asked another boy: "Who is killing pigs today?"

"Zhang Taizi's family."

"Okay, let's eat their family. Let's eat pig-killing vegetables tonight!" The old branch secretary even arranged the food.

The half-baby was also clever: "I'll go and tell Brother Paozi."

After saying that, he ran away.

In the conference room, the three old men in the village were ready: the old branch secretary was holding a pen and preparing to register his name; the boss was holding a yellow schoolbag in his arms and preparing to collect money; Captain Zhang mainly supervised next to him.

These outsiders are wondering: Look at this, it’s quite formal. Are you really going to collect money?

In a short while, villagers entered the house one after another, and a loud voice rang out: "I'll come first!"

I saw an energetic old man wearing a grass-green military uniform and leaning on a cane, limping over and placing a passbook on the table.

Captain Zhang opened the passbook and took a look: "Uncle Guaizi, ten thousand yuan."

Grandpa Guaizi smiled and slapped his cane on the ground: "This money is spent so brightly!"

Crack, Erbiaozi held the camera in his hand and took this memorable moment.

Since Liu Qingshan went to school, Erbiaozi has become his successor.

True or fake?

A few young people didn't believe it, so they went up to take a look at the passbook, and carefully counted the string of zeros, which was indeed ten thousand yuan.

"My family, my family!" Zhang Ganzi ran in and slapped the two passbooks on the table with a snap.

Captain Zhang opened it and took a look: "Two five thousand, Zhang Danzi, ten thousand yuan."

The young people next to them also stretched their necks and saw that they were indeed ten thousand.

After handing over the passbook, Zhang Ganzi rubbed his hands: "Qingshan, why didn't you invite the reporter to come? I haven't been in the newspaper for a year."

The old branch secretary was furious: "From the distance, you will see that your motive is impure, so hurry up and feed the pigs!"

Liu Qingshan blinked: "It would be strange if we donate Jiapigou like this, it would be better if we don't go to newspapers."

"That's good, that's good. At that time, will the interviews be in the order of donations?"

Zhang Ganzi was talking in plain words, but his second uncle kicked his butt and ran to feed the pig.

The villagers donated 10,000 yuan each. Now they believe all the outsiders who came with Liu Qingshan.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes were complicated, some were surprised, some were admired, and some were thoughtful.

A Mao finally couldn't help but catch a donor and asked: "Uncle, don't you feel sorry for donating so much money?"

Zhang Lao Nian'er was asked by her. He said slowly, "I feel sorry, why don't I feel sorry?"

"Then why did you still donate?" Ah Mao couldn't understand even more.

Zhang Lao Nian said twice: "Just hold weddings with other people's homes. Let's go and take gifts. What kind of sports meet is equivalent to a national happy event, and you should take gifts."

Ah Mao was confused when he heard this: You are too big a gift, right?

She caught another question and said, it was Zhang Taozi's father, and the old man wouldn't say anything:

"We have had a good life in the past two years. We have two spare money in our hands. The state uses money. Of course, we have to help. Even if we have a neighbor who needs money to attract disasters, don't we have to help?"

I asked several questions, one was more realistic than the other, and no one was more high-profile.

But the real money was taken out.

"Girl, don't ask. Everyone must have taken this money voluntarily, and no one forced it." The old branch secretary said happily.

"I didn't mean that, I was just a little strange..." A Mao waved his hands repeatedly.

Of course the old branch secretary could guess what she was wondering, so she said with a small pipe:

"Girl, if we couldn't donate so much money a few years ago, we were poor at that time and knew the feeling of being poor. It was really bad."

"The national policies have improved in recent years and life has been better. We cannot forget our original intentions. This is what we rural people think."

In fact, everyone nodded, and even more respect came to their hearts. When they looked at these simple villagers, they suddenly felt so cute.

"I still have money, otherwise I wouldn't be able to donate so much." Gao Lingfeng knew the feeling of lack of money and couldn't even treat the disease, so he felt the deepest.

This is of course a necessary prerequisite, and this small mountain village is indeed rich.

At this time, the fourth and fifth brothers ran in with their hands and said, "Grandpa Branch Secretary, this is what we donated!"

The captain uncle took a passbook from Shan Xing: "Twenty thousand yuan, are you two little guys each ten thousand yuan?"

After saying that, he touched the little brother's head: "You don't count, your mother will definitely come to donate later."

Two dimples appeared on Shan Xing's little face: "Uncle Captain, I didn't find a passbook worth 10,000 yuan, so I took this one, and I still have to ask me for 10,000 yuan."

A burst of laughter immediately sounded in the room, and Sister Zhang even opened her arms: "Lao Wu, you are so cute, come on, sister, hug me."

She is careless, but someone is careful, and A Mao also came over: "Lao Wu, how could you get so much money?"

It's ten thousand yuan, but Amao can't take it out now.

The little old lady started to buzz: "Shan Xing has dividends in the cooperative, and the advertising company also has dividends. I have saved tens of thousands of yuan now."

Wow!

Everyone exclaimed: It’s so amazing, are children all tens of thousands of households?

"There are also advertising companies, which company?" Ah Mao was completely convinced.

"Qingshan Advertising." The little old lady's face was full of pride.

Regarding Qingshan Advertising Company, I went to newspapers some time ago and reported on the Seoul Olympics advertisements. I never expected that the company's boss was here.

The severely hit Ah Mao didn't say anything anymore, and the others were almost the same. They all thought this small mountain village was really amazing.

"mother!"

"Grandpa!" Liu Qingshan saw his mother and grandpa coming in, and hurriedly met him. He didn't have time to go home yet.

Liu Shikui looked at his eldest grandson happily: "I'm back, I'm going to get so many friends, so let's go home to prepare meals."

"Master, no need, I'll go to the pawn's house to eat pig-killing vegetables later." Liu Qingshan hadn't seen his mother and grandfather for several months.
To be continued...