National Beer

"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers smile to me, the little bird said early, why are you carrying a small schoolbag..."

Santana galloped all the way towards Yanjiadu. Gao Hu looked at Qin Dong in the back seat from time to time in the reflector. The director walked briskly these days and smiled. Anyone who knows it or not knows that director Qin is engaged.

"Director, Old Man Yan knows that you are going to the village in the morning. He said that he was waiting for you at the village committee in advance." Huang Bo sat in the co-pilot and turned his head with a smile. This is... nursery rhyme, he seems to be I heard his daughter who was still in kindergarten singing.

"Yeah." Qin Dong promised. This old man Yan, since he took over the second factory, has made a scene of asking for accounts. In the past two years, the second factory has been booming, and he has just packed a lot of people into the factory.

Now the second factory has to introduce a 20,000-ton production line. The original workshops are not enough. New workshops are needed for the major workshops of barley, brewing, and packaging. You still can't get around the village, and you can't get around Yan Guozhong.

"Look, these corns are all stupefied..." The car turned on a dirt road, and Gao Hu pointed to the cornfield next to him, "Can it not rain for two months?"

"Well, Nie Xinming and Wang Xinjun had a shower of stars on the day they arrived in Pingzhou," Huang Bo replied, "it didn't rain again."

Qin Dong also saw that the corn is now at the time of heading and jointing, and God can't make it without rain at this time.

"Hey, old Yantou is in front..."

Gao Hu immediately slowed down, the old man wearing a straw hat and a shovel in front of him who was watering the ground, who was not Yan Guozhong?

"Didn't you mean waiting at the village committee?" Huang Bo looked at Qin Dong, who had already pushed the door and got out of the car.

"Director Qin, don’t shake hands, hands full of mud," Old Yan’s broom eyebrows trembled with a smile, and his muddy eyes looked up and down Qin Dong, "I heard that you’re engaged. Give me a wedding drink. A letter, um, got engaged, it's considered an adult..."

Qin Dong looked at himself, am I not an adult?

The water in the ditch was very clear and cold. It slowly flowed into the ground. Lord Gao Hu took off his sandals and walked in the ditch with bare feet...

Qin Dong pinched a dog's tail grass, Huang Bo smiled and passed the cigarette. Old man Yan took the cigarette and took a hard sip, "Director Xiao Qin, if you don't find me, I also want to go to your second factory. Looking for you..."

"Say." Qin Dong smiled, Santana stopped by the roadside, and a few villagers gathered around, looking at Santana like a western scene.

"Your matter, our village has been put together, and building new houses will definitely occupy farmland. We are all grain land. Besides, the waste water from your second plant is still discharged into the ditch of our village..."

"That's right, the water is black and smelly..." a villager said with a smile.

"How many times the people have looked for me, and I have been suppressing them." Old Yan took off his straw hat and fanned himself. "Look, now we are catching up with this severe drought. There are four production teams in the village with just three people. Well, it took less than two hours to pump it out..."

"You will occupy our arable land again. What do we eat and drink in our village, the farmers have to point to the grain..." Suddenly, another villager held a pile of weeds out of the cornfield and turned the grass towards Huang Bo flung forward and sat down on the grass.

"In the past two years, haven't eight people in your village entered the factory to work?" Huang Bo quickly covered a grasshopper, and then carefully took out the matchbox and put the grasshopper in the matchbox. Ready to take home to play with my own girl...

"The old man also said that he has grain in his hand, and he doesn't panic. The grain production will definitely be reduced this year." Old man Yan looked at Huang Bo contemptuously, his eyes became even more muddy, "Besides, there are so many people in the village, what eight people are..."

Qin Dong looked at this old man, he was blocking me halfway, and there was something in his words, "Then your opinion..."

"The village is pointing to the grain for food, and the drought reduces the production of grain. You take our land again. What do we eat?" Old man Yan squatted down, "Or, you can drill a few wells for us, or just think about it. Ways to transport water from the reservoir..."

"Or just recruit another group of people to work in the factory!" Qin Dong stood up with a smile, and took the initiative to speak for Old Man Yan.

Ah, ah—

Old man Yan coughed a few times and looked at Qin Dong seriously, "You said this!"

Several villagers looked at each other with their iron shovel, and they all laughed, but they didn't expect the matter to be solved so easily.

"I said it, but I am the director of the brewery, I am not the director of the water plant, and I am not the director of the agriculture..." Qin Dong stroked the dog's tail grass in his hand, "Where can I dig a well for you to transport water? ?"

"Then you have to recruit workers if you use the land." Old man Yan said frankly.

This matter is not easy to handle. New factories were built in the village and the villagers’ land was used. The villagers asked to be workers, but the new production lines were all modern production lines. The workers recruited from the village before were basically doing bottle-washing and Bundling work.

"You, come here." Qin Dong pointed to a half-year-old boy who was about the same age as Du Xiaoshu next to him, "Do you also want to work in the second factory?"

"Think, think." The head of the half-year-old boy kept nodding, and Old Man Yan looked at Qin Dong suspiciously. This Qin Dong is not a good talker.

"Well, look there." Qin Dong refers to the second factory in the distance. The tallest building in the factory is the Saccharification Building. Above the Saccharification Building is the factory emblem with the initials of Chinese pinyin, "RP", "Come, you read it."

The half-sized boy blinked, looked at Qin Dong, then at Huang Bo, and said aloud, "Both are 9." At this time, many people write the Arabic numeral "9" or write like "P".

Huang Bo was taken aback and couldn't help laughing.

Qin Dong looked at the stretched old Yan head, and stared at him without saying a word.That means, he doesn't need to say anything else.

Old man Yan used a shovel to pump a half-size boy's ass, "Go away, um, Director Qin, the district and the street have said hello, I support you for using the land..."

"We don't need to cultivate the land," Qin Dong interrupted Old Yantou. "Look there, we can build the factory on the hillside..." He has planned everything. The land that has been leveled is about 150,000 square meters, one ping. Used to make wheat, one ping is used for brewing, and one ping is used for packaging.

"There are fruit trees there too." There was nothing on the opposite hillside, but Old Man Yan was stunned when he saw the fruit tree, Gao Hu looked around with his hands, but he did not find half of the fruit tree after searching for a long time.

"Forget it, I'm not talking nonsense. If you want to use the land in the second factory, you have to recruit workers and recruit all the people in our village." Old Yan seemed to no longer want to talk to Qin Dong. He put on his straw hat and went to the ground. "Either you bring us the water, we have water to irrigate the ground."

"Hey, Secretary Yan, aren't you unreasonable?" Huang Bo was anxious.

"I don't care about preaching. What are you telling me as a farmer?" Old man Yan said plausibly. "Manager Xiao Qin, please listen carefully. Either recruit people from our village to become workers in the factory, or you can give us The drought problem is solved, we can say anything."

"It won’t rain, it’s been dry for more than two months, how can I solve it?" Gao Hu was anxious, and he was about to hold Old Man Yan, and Old Man Yan held up his bright shovel, "I don't care, there is water to irrigate the ground, where do you love it? The factory is built wherever it is!"

He pulled apart the corn leaves, "I am the one who speaks for words!"