Hello, 1983

Qingshan Commune, along the highway, basically runs east-west, and the main units are scattered on both sides of the highway.

At the easternmost point is a purchasing station for chickens, ducks, geese and live pigs. After the purchasing station is a wasteland. At this moment, weeds are overgrown, and it is impossible to see the edge at a glance.

Director Guan pointed to South Dao North and said, "This place is spacious enough, and it is more convenient to use electricity and water, so I can take over."

Nowadays, land is the least valuable, not to mention their small commune, even the land in the capital is so cheap that latecomers can't believe it.

He Jiakang looked at the open space on both sides of the road and nodded with satisfaction, but still turned around to ask Chu Yunling's opinion: "Xiaoling, what do you think?"

"You are the manager of the company, of course you call the shots."

Chu Yunling cares about He Jiakang very much, so in front of outsiders, she takes good care of his face, which is very rare for her family background and background.

He Jiakang also had a happy expression on his face. He was a person who was good at observing words and expressions. He had noticed just now that Chu Yunling's eyes were more on the north side of the road.

So he smiled and said, "Then let's choose the open space in the north. If we sit north and face south, the business will be booming."

Sure enough, a smile appeared on Chu Yunling's pretty face.

Director Guan is an old-fashioned old man. He doesn't like young people's flirtation.

He Jiakang calculated in his mind: 20 acres of land, more than 10,000 square meters, would definitely be enough to build a wild vegetable factory.

So he nodded: "Then it's troublesome for the director. In the evening, I invite Secretary Sun to gather together. The director must give some face and let me give you a good toast."

Director Guan rolled his eyelids: "I'm allergic to alcohol, so I won't go."

After he finished speaking, he turned to Liu Qingshan again, and his tone remained the same: "Where are you Jiapigou, where are you going to choose the land, the open space in the west of the commune is also good."

Although it was still in a cold tone, Liu Qingshan could still hear a bit of concern.

So he nodded towards the upright little old man, then stretched out his hand and pointed at Lu Nan: "Let's choose this place."

Director Guan couldn't help but stare: one Daonan, the other Daobei, this is really the meaning of singing the opposite stage.

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There was a big news recently in Qingshan Commune: two wild vegetable processing plants were to be built in the east of the commune.

After dinner, many people strolled around here when they had nothing to do. Really, the South and the North all used white ash to spread a large rectangular block.

And there are new changes every day, mainly on the north side of the road, where large and small vehicles start to bring in various building materials.

Soon, a construction team from the first construction company in the county also officially entered, and the machines roared and started construction.

In contrast, Daonan side is relatively deserted, and there is no sign of construction for the time being.

The idle people began to point and point, and there was a lot of discussion:

"I heard that this factory in the north was built by a big company from the capital. It must be amazing!"

This year, the capital is definitely a golden sign.

"The one in the south will not work at first glance. I heard that it is from the Jiapigou Brigade."

"A capital, a small mountain village, isn't the gap too big?"

"That's right, I doubt that the factory in Jiapigou can be built or not."

In the midst of the discussions, there are also active people who have already begun to gouge out thieves, and go around to the back door.

There is only one purpose: to send the children at home to work in the wild vegetable factory.

I don't know who spread it out: it is said that if you do a good job in this wild vegetable factory, you can directly transfer to the capital.

As soon as the news spread, the entire Qingshan Commune almost went crazy:

That is the capital. If you can go to the capital once in your life, you will be satisfied. If you can be transferred to the capital to work, then the ancestral grave will definitely be smoked!

Just when the whole commune was boiling, Liu Qingshan was also busy: running the construction team in the county, running the brick factory, running the building materials market, and running until his legs were thin.

These days, all state-owned units are uncles. If it weren't for Liu Qingshan's approval from the deputy county magistrate Zheng Hongqi, it is estimated that even the doors of these units would not be able to enter.

And even if there is an approval note, it is not easy to use, everyone has a plan, there must be a first come, first come, you can slowly move to the back.

Even if Liu Qingshan was holding the banknotes in his hand, he still couldn't use it.

It's hard to do things, and his face is ugly. Liu Qingshan can bear it. The key is to build a factory, and he has to run all by himself.

This also made him deeply feel that the Jiapigou Cooperative is too short of talents, and lacks those who are independent.

Talent training requires cycles, and this is not urgent. Young people like Da Tou and Er Biaozi still have training value, but they just need time.

As for recruiting talents, Liu Qingshan didn't even think about it.

People's iron rice bowls are well served, but if you run over to smash people's rice bowls, why don't you work hard with you?

The inherent ideology cannot be broken by Liu Qingshan alone.

The biggest possibility is that his head was broken first.

Not only is Liu Qingshan anxious, but the villagers are also anxious: the wild vegetable factory should be built at the end of July, just in time to start processing wild products such as mushrooms and fungus.

If you wait until winter to complete the construction, the daylily will be cold.

Especially seeing He Jiakang's factory under construction in full swing, the old party secretary and Captain Zhang couldn't sit still.

That night, after Liu Qingshan returned empty-handed, everyone got together and had a meeting.

The old party secretary kept smacking his cigarette bag: "Qingshan, isn't our way wrong? I heard that it is popular to go through the back door now. Why don't you give those brains some eggs, duck eggs or something?"

"Grandpa Zhishu, I've sent out dozens of cigarettes."

Liu Qingshan was also very depressed. He was in the county, and he considered himself a bit influential, and he had his own network of connections, but looking at it now, this network was still too small.

Captain Zhang also slapped the table angrily: "These bastards don't do anything if they take cigarettes, I'll talk to them tomorrow!"

The old party secretary was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped him: "Don't follow along and cause trouble, you will offend others. In the end, it's us who will bear the fruit of hardship."

Everyone also nodded vigorously, and then all drooped their heads and smoked suffocating cigarettes.

"You say, will someone stumble us from behind?"

Uncle Boss was silent for a while, and suddenly opened his mouth. His brain is of a more lively kind, so he thought of this first.

"It's He Jiakang, it must be He Jiakang's dog!"

Captain Zhang jumped up and looked at the posture, and immediately went to find He Jiakang desperately.

Liu Qingshan pondered the experience of the past few days together, and felt that there was such a possibility.

He has an approval note from the county leader, and he is considered a little famous in Bishui County, but he runs into walls everywhere, which is obviously abnormal.

And the obstructers are likely to be competitors.

With the influence behind Chu Yunling, a little greeting, for a small county like Bishui County, it is not far from the imperial decree.

Liu Qingshan felt that he was holding back in his heart: it is time to reform, the rigid system must be changed, but the rigid thinking must be changed.

If, like a few years later, private enterprises have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, do you still need to beg grandpa and grandma?

While thinking about it, I heard a few muffled noises in the team room. Everyone followed the sound, but it was the kidnapper grandfather who was banging on the crutches.

"Grandpa kidnapper, don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry."

Liu Qingshan quickly stood up, leaned over to Grandpa Kidnapper, and gently stroked his back.

The kidnapper's expression was solemn, raised a hand to signal that he was fine, and then carefully took out a squarely folded newspaper from his pocket and unfolded it layer by layer.

This newspaper is familiar to the people in the room, because it records the pride of Jiapigou people.

The kidnapper's grandfather spoke slowly, his tone was calm and firm:

"Qingshan, I will drive my grandfather to the county town tomorrow. Let's take this newspaper and show it to the leaders of those units. Whoever dares to stumble again is to fight against the central government. Whoever has the courage, I will give it up. Old Bones, fight with him!"

Looking at the frail body of the kidnapper, and the burning flame in his eyes, Liu Qingshan suddenly felt a little sore in his nose.

He supported the kidnapper grandfather and nodded heavily: "The kidnapper grandfather, I will accompany you tomorrow and go to the battlefield together!"

"it is good!"

Grandpa Kidnapper's big hand, full of wrinkles and calluses, patted the back of Liu Qingshan's hand.

After breakfast the next day, Liu Qingshan set off for the county again. In the car, in addition to the kidnapper's grandfather, there was also the old party secretary.

The kidnapper was dressed in a military uniform, with several medals pinned to his chest.

Although these medals are some years old, they are still kept as new by him.

The jeep drove smoothly all the way into Bishui County. The first stop was to the First Construction Company, which is commonly known as "Yijian" by the residents of the county.

Correspondingly, there are second and third buildings in the county, but the scale is not as large as the first one.

The old man in the reception room at the entrance has long been acquainted with Liu Qingshan. These days, he smokes a lot, so when he sees Liu Qingshan, he greets him warmly and puts three people in through the small door.

He whispered to Liu Qingshan, "Manager Fang is in the office on the second floor."

While talking, he moved around vigilantly, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to their side, he continued:

"Liu, there's something wrong with you, think about it, are you offending people?"

Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile, and shoved a pack of cigarettes into the other's pocket: "Master, I have a plan, so let's go up first."

The office built in the first building is a beautiful two-story building. It is different from the red brick Soviet-style buildings nowadays. It looks like a small western-style building.

Holding the kidnapper grandpa up to the second floor, standing in front of the manager's office, Liu Qingshan reached out to knock on the door, but saw the mute grandpa lift his cane, thump it, and hit the door directly.

The door was not made of solid wood, but a wooden frame around it, nailed with fiberboard in the middle. As a result, the pointed end of the crutches suddenly poked a hole in the fiberboard, and the door was poked open.

An angry roar came from the room: "Who the fuck is this, he's not too timid, he's calling the door, right? Believe it or not, I'll call and ask hundreds of workers to come here!"

"I, a veteran!"

The kidnapper's grandfather entered the house first, and saw a middle-aged man standing in front of the desk.

At the moment, he is staring at the crowd angrily. This is Fang Hehai, the manager of Yijian.

The kidnapper grandfather's eyes were bright, and his eyes were not dimmed at all. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, and shot at Fang Hehai's face:

"If I were timid, I wouldn't dare to fight the bayonet with the little devil, nor would I dare to practice aiming with the American devil!"

Fang Hehai was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept under Liu Qingshan, and he roughly understood the situation.

His face immediately softened and became more pleasant: "Old man, old fighting hero, calm down, you sit first."

Seeing the military medal on Grandpa Kidnapper's chest, he knew that this was not someone he could offend.

Because behind this kind of old man, there are usually more people who are not easy to provoke.

"How dare I sit in front of a big manager like you."

The kidnapper snorted, and then waved to Liu Qingshan who was behind him. Liu Qingshan also quickly came to the opposite side of Manager Fang:

"Manager Fang, the construction of our wild vegetable factory should be given priority. After all, if the autumn harvest season is over, the losses will be great."

Fang Hehai frowned: "Liu, I told you a few days ago that our construction team is full this year, and it is already the maximum that we can arrange for you to start construction in September."

Construction will start in September, and it will be completed by the end of October. At that time, there is no need to process any mountain goods, and they will all be naturally dried on the mountain.

Duh, the sound of the crutches hitting the ground sounded: "Send the construction team over tomorrow and start construction!"

The tone of the kidnapper's grandfather is beyond doubt.

Fang Hehai had a bit of a toothache, and he gasped for air: "Old man, I really can't send anyone."

"Then you go to the battle and move the bricks yourself!"

The kidnapper's grandfather knocked on the ground again.

The clay figurine was also angry, Fang Hehai slapped the table: "You are making trouble without reason, who gave you the right and courage to make trouble here!"

Liu Qingshan did not give in at all, took out a newspaper and pointed to the two big characters at the front of the masthead: "Given by the people!"

Fang Hehai was about to argue something, then his eyes widened suddenly, he took the newspaper with both hands, and read it greedily.

Although he was from a rough background, he still knew the words.

That is to say, he usually does not have the habit of reading newspapers, otherwise, he should have known about this explosive news a long time ago.

The more Fang Hehai looked, the more frightened he became. He couldn't be more clear about what this newspaper represented.

So much so that at the end, both hands began to tremble a little, and they kept cursing in their hearts: "He's surnamed He, you bastard made me miserable!"

"Manager Fang, when will our wild vegetable factory start construction?"

Liu Qingshan asked another question.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow will definitely start work!"

Fang Hehai wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and made a correct decision.

Liu Qingshan finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the upright kidnapper grandfather, and praised silently in his heart: kidnapper grandpa is mighty!

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