Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

The village chief was surprised at how useful this thing was, and then continued: "I called you here today because I have something very important to inform you. Let me introduce you first. The person next to me is Meng Wenli from the Yamen. From now on , All matters related to collective property in our Gutong Village are in charge of Meng Wenli."

After the village chief finished speaking, there was an uproar below. Even though they had heard some rumors a long time ago, most people were still ignorant at this time.

The village chief quickly raised his hand to calm everyone down, and then said: "Maybe you don't know what this collective industry is. I called you here today just to tell you about it..."

The village chief just stood on the temporary platform set up by the table, and talked about the production team and collective industry with everyone. He talked openly and eloquently.

The Wen family already knew about this, and they were just listening to it again here. Wen Yao couldn't stop yawning and whispered to Wen Xiu Yi: "The village chief's eloquence is really good, but he is so deceitful. I guess no one in our village objects to it.”

As far as the village chief's ability to draw a pie is concerned, he is almost on par with modern leaders. His eloquent pie can drive people to death.

In particular, the village chief also emphasized the benefits of collective industry. Who wouldn't be excited to hear that in the future every household will be able to share money?Who is unhappy?

As for how the money is divided and on what basis, there is no mention of it.

"What do you know? Only in this way can we let them see the benefits first before we can continue talking about the rest. Otherwise, do you think they would be happy if you said from the beginning that each of their households would have someone to do collective work?" Luo Shi After hearing what the father and daughter said, he added a sentence. After speaking, he looked around, then saw his granddaughter's lack of interest, and waved her hand.

"Yao Yao, Wen Di, Wenying, go home. You can continue to stay here. I will take the three of them back first." After saying that, Luo Shi didn't care what the village chief said on the stage, and took the three granddaughters around to the back quietly. Gone silently.

After walking far, I looked back and saw that the vast sea was quite spectacular. This posture gave Wen Yao a momentary illusion, as if he had returned to the time when he went to the countryside with Professor Wen.

"Second sister, what are you looking at?" Wenying followed her eyes and saw only a lot of people.

Wen Yao smiled slightly: "I'm looking for hope."

Such a sentimental sentence caused Luo Shi to complain: "I still hope, just don't be a disaster. The method your father said is good, but when it is implemented later, you will see, there will be many problems."

Wen Yao stepped forward and took the old lady's hand and said: "As much as possible, the road is made by people, and the experience is accumulated. If there is a problem, just correct it, and there will always be a perfect day."

"Hey, I'm free to do whatever you want. I can't control you anyway. But whoever dares to come out and sing the opposite and cause trouble for your father at this time, you can see if I don't tear him up." Luo Shi hummed. Who dares to stop her? If she wants to take the broad road, then she will have to take the narrow road after dealing with that person.

The village chief spent a lot of effort, talked all his mouth dry, and refilled the tea so many times, and finally broke down the collective industry issue to the villagers and made it clear.

Seeing that the sun was shining high and his stomach was growling, the village chief couldn't hold on anymore and didn't want to waste any more words.

"I've said everything that needs to be said. It's noon now, and we can't let Meng Wenli spend time here with us. Go back and think about it yourself. Once you've figured it out, go to Meng Wenli to register. The new land plan from the county government will be released in a few days. Then we will know which piece of collective land our village is. As soon as you start working, you will start recording centimeters. How much you allot is related to how much you can get in the future. You can go back and do what you want with your money."

After saying that, the village chief and Meng Wenli came down from the stage and walked up to the Wen family. They walked away regardless of the noisy villagers behind them.

Now they just want to go home and cook.

To entertain Meng Wenli, the meal was eaten at Wen's house, and the village chief also had a meal.

Meng Wenli had long heard that Wen Da's food was delicious, and now he was finally in for a treat.

While eating, Wen Xiuyi asked the village chief: "Village Chief, Xiao Meng has been assigned to our village. Is there a place for him to live in the village?"

County Magistrate Chen and Wen Xiuyi assigned the civil servants in the county government to various villages. This civil servant named Meng was recommended by County Magistrate Chen to Wen Xiuyi. He said that this young man was not old, but he was good at doing things. Reliability, the best, is of course given priority to Gutong Village.

Meng Wenli's real name was Meng Chengguang. He was only twenty this year. He was a shy young man. When he heard this, he looked at the village chief with burning eyes. In fact, he wanted to stay in the Wen family.

The village chief nodded quickly: "It's been arranged, it's been arranged. We happen to have an empty room in our house, and I will leave it to Mr. Xiao Meng. My wife has packed it up, and Mr. Xiao Meng can live there at any time."

Meng Wenli felt disappointed in his heart.

But then he thought about it. They all live in the same village. He will inevitably ask Master Wen for many things in the future, hehehe...

Thinking of this, the young man became happy. He quickly thanked the village chief and expressed that he would do his best in the future. Then everyone continued to eat.

After dinner, the village chief took Meng Wenli to his house to look at the house. The Wen family sat in the yard to digest, chat and rest for a while. After all, they had to do their own work in the afternoon.

Wen Yao couldn't help but ask: "Dad, is Meng Wenli the only one who can come here so busy?" This used to be a production team, with various captains, captains, accountants, and a lot of people. Now there is no one, and most of the work is done. It has to fall on Xiao Meng alone.

Wen Xiuyi didn't want to, but said: "There is no one in the yamen. Your Uncle Chen is almost bald because of this matter. It is not easy to recruit people. People in this yamen can be recruited casually. Hey, Not many people in the village can read." All the literate people in the village are in his family, but they can't let a few children do this.

Wen Yao moved the small stool over and whispered: "If you want to be rich, build roads first. Education changes destiny, and culture forges the future. Dad, now that production has caught up, education must not be left behind."

Luo Shi and Old Man Wen's eyelids jumped when they saw father and daughter talking together.

"What are you two mumbling about?" Old Man Wen asked.

Wen Yao looked at Wen Xiu Yi slyly, smiled, and replied loudly: "Sir, my father asked whether our village should build a school."

Wen Xiuyi was stunned.

When did he say that? ?

Old Man Wen took a deep breath and stared at Wen Xiuyi after being stunned for a moment.

Wen Xiuyi saw that his hand holding the cigarette rod gradually tightened, and suddenly his scalp went numb. He quickly went over to explain: "Dad, dad, listen to me, listen to me. Actually, what Yaoyao said is not unreasonable." reason……"