"The county also knows the situation of the commune. If I have a team leader like you, I will be considered a bad luck for eight lifetimes."

Yan Jinsong looked at Liu Fuwang helplessly, feeling depressed for no reason.

"We are all party members, firm materialists, and do not engage in feudal superstition. We only have this life."

Liu Fuwang didn't care about the secretary's dissatisfaction at all.

The cafeteria is not far away.

Next to it is the auditorium where the commune holds a conference or a celebration, which are all standard.

The cafeteria is just in the corner of the auditorium.

Not big in scale.

There are only three or four Eight Immortal Tables that have been used for decades.

There are only two people in the cafeteria.

A chef, a handyman who washes dishes, sweeps the floor and cuts vegetables.

The handyman is the chef's wife.

"Secretary Yan, what should I eat this morning?" He was not fat, but the woman with a big skeleton asked Yan Jinsong.

Yan Jinsong rarely eats breakfast in the cafeteria.

When the commune secretary eats, he also has to ask for food coupons and pay for money.

"Give four buns and two bowls of porridge. Take pickles." Yan Jinsong spoke up and ignored Liu Fuwang.

Soon, four buns larger than fists were served.

The porridge in the commune canteen is much better than the porridge in Captain Liu's house. Although it is not as good as the chopsticks cannot be inserted, it can no longer reflect the shadow of people.

A stack of soaked and salty cowpeas are slightly green.

"Aren't we forced to do it? The entire brigade owes hundreds of thousands of yuan in the country, and the grain tasks they pay every year cannot be completed." Liu Fuwang looked at Yan Jinsong and bit off half of the bun in one bite. The skin was thin and the filling was high, and the saliva secretion accelerated. He took off the oil paper pocket and cigarette rod from his belt and began to wrap his leaf cigarettes. "By using the road construction, some of the debts were reduced. At the same time, the six production teams, the road construction area, would have to be hundreds of acres. In this year, you can pay tens of thousands of kilograms of grain less..."

Liu Fuwang made this idea.

Most of the roads planned are wasteland and desert slopes with thin soil.

Liu Fuwang did not ask for the direct occupation of cultivated land to build roads, but hoped to change the planned roads. The land that was weak in the agricultural area was transformed into Dazhai, and the grain yield was not high.

"It's not just this benefit. The original plan was the greatest possibility that the farmland would not be occupied, the project volume was large, and the road could not be widened in the future. We should look forward to the long-term. When it develops in the future, the roads would be narrow and difficult to walk, and the roads would not be widened in the future..." Liu Fuwang kept saying the reasons.

Yan Jinsong just looked at him.

He knows it.

Liu Fuwang didn't care about the inability to expand in the future, but wanted to really reduce the annual grain delivery and submission base now.

I just drank porridge silently and ate green bean buns.

Liu Fuwang didn't eat it.

He talked endlessly to the secretary about the importance of re-planning the road.

"This matter is not so urgent. There is still a lot of preparations to be done. Let's talk about the garment factory under the textile factory..." Yan Jinsong didn't want to continue listening.

Isn’t Liu Fuwang just to reduce the taxes their brigade should pay every year and submit them for payment?

I have to say so much.

It seems that the road construction according to the original plan will affect the future development of his entire fourth brigade.

"What's the problem over there?" Liu Fuwang was stunned. Seeing that Yan Jinsong had almost eaten porridge, he pushed the bowl in front of him to him, "I really ate, you ate this bowl too."

"You really don't want to eat?" Yan Jinsong looked at him.

The latter lit a match, lit a leaf cigarette, and started smoking, "I also ate the green bean porridge in the morning. By the way, don't eat two buns. We are going to the county later. When we pass by No. 1 Middle School, I will send it to my daughter..."

Yan Jinsong was not polite anymore.

The bun is not small, but he didn't eat enough to eat two and a bowl of porridge.

"There is still a backlog of more than 30,000 sets of work clothes in the garment factory, and I can't sell them. I'll ask someone to inquire."

"Isn't this just right?" Liu Fuwang became happy.

Liu Chunlai asked him to do this in his telegram.

"What's the good thing? Are you rich? If you eat all 30,000 sets, they only need 80,000 yuan." Yan Jinsong's words made Liu Fuwang like eggplant made from frost.

I don't care about smoking cigarettes.

Looking at Yan Jinsong blankly, "Secretary Yan, Chunlai finally found an opportunity to lead the entire brigade to turn over. As long as this batch of clothing is sold, we can set up a breeding farm and other processing plants..."

Looking at the longing expression on Liu Fuwang's face and the look of staring at his green light, Secretary Yan felt a chill on his back.

This old guy is plotting against himself again!

You can't take his words, otherwise he will hit the snake and stick.

Yan Jinsong worked in Xingfu Commune all his life. From the beginning, he was assigned to be a small clerk here, and went to the commune secretary step by step, and had too much time to deal with Liu Fuwang.

He even felt that he knew Liu Fuwang better than anyone else.

More than Liu Fuwang’s lover Yang Aiqun.

Even more than Liu Fuwang himself.

The old guy's shameless reputation is almost as poor as the Hulu Village.

"I'm going to take out a loan, and the credit union and cooperative will not pay attention to me..."

"That, I can't do anything." Yan Jinsong solved the porridge in the bowl with sour pickles.

"Is there really no way?" Liu Fuwang shook his head, "Chun said, if this kind of change is very good, the sales volume is very popular, and it will be very popular. The county garment factory eats as much as it can."

"Isn't he afraid of slapping to death? There are tens of thousands of sets!" Yan Jinsong was a little angry.

This is no joke.

Liu Chun seems to be similar to his father Liu Fuwang, and he is also the one who talks about running a train.

Why didn't you find it before?

"The mountain city can't be eaten, and there is also Rongcheng. Rongcheng can go to Chuncheng, further away, the capital, Shanghai market, Huadu..." Liu Fuwang wanted to say that it was also what his son said, but after thinking about it, what if Yan Jinsong had to read the telegram?

Yan Jinsong can do such a thing.

"Or why do you help me borrow some money? My team leader's face is useless, you commune secretary..."

"Stop! I know you're paying attention!" Yan Jinsong became angry as soon as he said this, "How many times did I guarantee the loan from the commune cooperative before? How many times did the one in my family make trouble? Don't you know?"

It would be fine if I didn't talk about this.

Since he became the secretary of the commune, Liu Fuwang, the old guy, has been pestering him to take out loans every year.

Hundreds of thousands!

Even if he killed him as secretary, he would not make up a fraction of the money.

Just because of this, Yan Jinsong's lover also came to the commune to make trouble several times.

Of course, it was not Yang Aiqun who carried a kitchen knife to chase Liu Fuwang all over the commune, but instead put the divorce report on Yan Jinsong's desk in a civilized manner...

"You have to let me leave the house before I'm willing to do it?" Yan Jinsong's face turned pale.

The couple in the cafeteria didn't come out to collect the bowls.

"How can we do it? We are also in a hurry to pay back the debt and make your old family happy, right? If you have some solutions, you won't be like this... Who would say that I owe the same thing."

Liu Fuwang squeezed out a smile.

The folds on his face were squeezed together, and Yan Jinsong wanted to step on his face, which had been worn on his feet for several years and had heels several times.

When he got such a captain, what was his life like as a secretary?

"Anyway, I owe so much. If I can't do this, the Fourth Brigade will not be able to pay it back anyway. At that time, I can only apply for the state to shoot us all... The debt we owe will be paid by credit unions and cooperatives at that time..."

Liu Fuwang looked shameless and shameless with a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Yan Jinsong was so angry that his neck veins bulged, and his whole body trembled: "Second! Don't Bilian! Tell me, do you still look like a captain? You have to be a little Bilian!"

"I can't even survive anymore, why do you need Bilian? Anyway, if you don't help with the loan, our brigade probably won't be able to pay the Qiuliang... In addition, in order to repay these loans, I plan to take all the brigade out to work..."

threaten!

Still such a shameless threat.

Yan Jinsong really wanted to ask Liu Fuwang what made him so shameless?

In the past, I always wanted to do all kinds of rogues.

Now I know it's not working, so I'm threatening the leader.

But Liu Fuwang is really able to do this.

When it was a collective production before, the Fourth Brigade had no money to buy rebate grain, so this guy directly left the entire brigade lying on the bed and not working...

"It's not OK if there are too many!" In desperation, Yan Jinsong could only compromise, "Why am I just having such a thing as you!"

This is what Yan Jinsong asked himself for many years.

"That's right. I'm still shameless. After all, I'm a captain and a party member..."

"Don't say you are a party member, this is a defilement to the party!" Yan Jinsong's words almost squeezed out from his teeth.

Liu Fuwang no longer stimulated him, "Not much, only ten thousand. Don't worry, I will pay it back at most in three months!"

"Three thousand!" Yan Jinsong gritted his teeth and could not let him go.

"Three thousand sets of clothing, you can get it without money, and we will pay you back 10,000!" Liu Fuwang became open now. "The loan is also to buy that batch of clothing, and you don't have to show off that dead face. This time I was really sure, so I changed it. A pair of pants, Chunlai sold ten yuan in Shancheng..."

In order to increase the secretary's confidence, Liu Fuwang revealed some truth.

But I didn't say that Liu Chunlai sold 15 yuan.
Chapter completed!