I'm really just the village head

"Is this person reliable?"

Owen looked at the two fully loaded cars parked outside the raw material warehouse and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

These cars have been installed too much, and these cars have been broken down all the way. I don’t know how many times I have added water. I finally got here.

Li Lingshan and Feng Qingshan, who had been watching the excitement next to him, looked at Liu Chunlai.

"Except for some bragging, it's very reliable." Liu Chunlai's face was a little hot.

Liu Fuwang said to go back to Xie Jun to recruit people. Liu Chunlai knew that the old man thought of the people in the team again and let them make money.

Just don't know how much he plans to stay.

"That's good..." Owen breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked Liu Chunlai, "Manager Liu, is it really closed?"

"Have you seen those snakeskin pockets? They are full of money!" Liu Chunlai was too lazy to explain.

Where is the money.

He doesn't mind the higher price.

Even if he does not raise the purchase price of jute, it will definitely increase. The price of jute supplied by the Shancheng Supply and Marketing Cooperative to the Changfeng Hemp Mill is 2 yuan, 1 cent and 2 cents.

It's about two corners higher than here.

In recent years, the output of jute has dropped a lot due to unsalable sales. Liu Chunlai increased the price, the more he considered the subsequent supply of raw materials.

If it were not for the county supply and marketing cooperative who wanted to stabb him from the back, he would not raise the price so quickly. At least until the jute harvest in October this year, the supply and marketing cooperative will increase the price when it is purchased, and use the price increase to drive the jute next year The planting area increased.

"Manager Liu, Director Li, should we find a place to have a drink?" Owen asked them while waiting for someone to unload the goods, "In order to deliver to you as soon as possible, I didn't eat dinner..."

"Never mind if you drink. There is a night shift in the factory, so let's take a sip in the cafeteria later." Liu Chunlai sighed.

Since the reform and opening up for several years, there are also many private small restaurants in the county.

But at night, after nine o'clock, there is basically no business.

Those who could become ten thousand households by setting up a skewers stall in the 1980s have not yet appeared in the county.

These people can also be considered fighting in order to make money.

"Then the relationship is good! We have the food stamps and money," Owen said with a smile, "but now, let's unload a car first."

Owen called all three drivers over and personally unloaded the first car that had passed the weighbridge.

"Are you planning to use this purpose to delay delivery?" Li Lingshan frowned and asked Liu Chunlai when Owen and the three drivers started unloading.

Liu Chunlai didn't know where his sense of justice came from.

This will not work.

"Director Li, you told me the price of entering the warehouse before, right?" Liu Chunlai asked Li Lingshan.

Li Lingshan nodded.

At first he was still wondering.

"You told them that they have to unload the goods themselves, right? Our porters are only responsible for the handling of the production process, right?" Liu Chunlai asked again.

Li Lingshan could only nod his head, "But let's ask the people in the factory to help unload the goods, and you can directly enter the process of degumming and finishing, and start production."

He just felt that there was no need to be so clear.

Raw materials have been cut off in the factory and work has stopped.

"If our people help unload the goods, from the warehouse to the production workshop, who will carry it? Production workers will help carry it? Who will produce?"

Li Lingshan didn't understand Liu Chunlai's mode of thinking.

"can……"

"You want to say that it’s okay to help, right? If it’s just one truck, it’s really okay. If the workers are too tired, what about tomorrow’s production? There are three trucks here, as you heard, there are more than 20 trucks of jute that haven’t arrived... "

Li Lingshan no longer said a word.

He hadn't thought about this problem.

I saw Owen and the three drivers constantly moving from the car to the warehouse. Everyone’s clothes and pants were soaked, but the jute on the car was hardly seen...

Dozens of cars!

But he still felt that Liu Chunlai was trying to delay time and lower the price.

You know, as long as tomorrow noon, the price will be reduced by 30 cents, and before 12 o'clock tomorrow night, the price will be only a few cents a catty higher than usual.

The evil capitalist!

Li Lingshan suddenly remembered such a word.

But how Liu Chunlai looks at it, he has nothing to do with capitalists.

Irving didn't make a few trips and they were too tired.

They weren't people who worked hard, and they looked like they had run out of energy, but they hadn't done much yet, and suddenly they were a little desperate.

Run to ask Li Lingshan when the porter team just came.

Li Lingshan didn't know either.

It's already ten thirty in the evening...

Happiness Commune.

Even if the hot weather is getting dark late, by this time, except for a few couples who are still applauding for love, most people are asleep.

Only a handful of people did not sleep.

In an era without TV watching, life at night is boring.

The roar of a motorcycle engine woke all the residents of the Happiness Commune that had fallen into silence.

Dogs barking one after another.

"Uncle Fuwang, who is in this broadcast room?" Liu Jiuwa was a little speechless looking at the broadcast room in front of her.

"People are waiting! Old Yan, how can this dog say so (slowly)."

"If you scold me again, don't think I will open the door for you." Yan Jinsong's voice came not far away.

Liu Fuwang smiled suddenly, "Hurry up, it's really urgent."

Soon, the door of the broadcasting room was opened.

The lights came on.

"You broadcast in the middle of the night, and the people have to scold you to death." Yan Jinsong sighed.

I don't know what is so urgent.

"I'll tell you later, I will pay back your three hundred yuan tomorrow."

"It's 300 yuan, 3 corners and 3 points!" Yan Jinsong reminded him.

"Return you 301, more for interest." Captain Liu looked proud, and Yan Jinsong almost spewed out old blood.

It's better not to give it.

"Bang~Bang~"

Captain Liu tapped the microphone with his hand.

In the originally quiet mountains at night, the sound from the loudspeaker of the radio suddenly awakened many people who were resting outside.

Even the couple who were in the process of creating human beings shuddered.

"Hey! Hey! The attention of the Fourth Brigade, the attention of the Fourth Brigade, and an emergency notice will be broadcast below. Notice: The militia platoon of the Fourth Brigade will immediately assemble in the commune. The militia platoon of the Fourth Brigade will immediately assemble in the commune..."

The broadcast sound suddenly sounded in the silent night, and suddenly the entire Happiness Commune was blown up.

"Is this a war?"

"Hurry up, where are my pants?"

"Master, you can't die, I and my child are waiting for you to come back..."

The awakened militiamen heard an emergency assembly, and suddenly jumped out of the bed in the dark, groping for clothes and pants in the dark.

Did Su Xiu come in?

Or did the American emperor declare war?

That's okay...

Liu Fuwang had done many mobilizations before, and he did not do less when he notified the emergency assembly in the middle of the night.

The militiamen who assemble slowly will not only be tossed to death, but will also have a long time to come.

If the family members do not support it, they must be scolded.

Baye Liu felt light at first, and sat up when he heard the first "bang".

By the second sound, I was already wearing clothes.

"Dachun, hurry up, there's a war..." Liu Baye shouted outside while putting on his clothes.

The voice is loud, where is it like an old man in more than 90?