Chapter 921 To be rich is to have confidence

  In the rural areas before, smoking was very common, and one of the three monsters was: the girl had a big cigarette bag in her mouth.

  The consequence of smoking is lung damage. In addition, it is winter in the local area and the climate is cold, so there is a common disease called bronchitis.

  As soon as winter comes, I cough and cough, and my throat is whistling, like pulling a bellows.

  Some smokers who have smoked for half their lives, and then they cough unbearably, so they want to quit smoking, and everyone knows the difficulty of quitting smoking.

  Master Zhang of Jiapigou has this problem, and he always suffers in winter.

   I quit smoking several times, but I didn’t quit.

  Later, the dumb grandfather researched a method, which was to prepare this liquid medicine, and finally succeeded in quitting smoking.

  So when the villagers saw that writer Wang Er was still smoking, they all pretended to be watching the show.

  Wang Er's writer didn't know, so he felt that after the medicinal juice stuck to his tongue, there would be no adverse reactions and taste, so he didn't care.

  He lit a cigarette and took a big sip, good guy, almost halfway down.

  Just as I was about to inhale the smoke into my lungs and then spit it out beautifully, I suddenly felt a foul smell coming out of my mouth.

  Good guy, this smell is like washing out a cesspit. Writer Wang Er was so smoked that he almost lost his breath. He quickly expelled all the smoke from his mouth, and then retched retching.

  Liu Qingshan handed him a cup of tea. Writer Wang Er took two sips and smacked his lips, feeling much better.

  He looked at Liu Qingshan suspiciously: "What's going on?"

   "Smoking cessation medicine, the smoking cessation medicine prepared by my master, there is nothing wrong with not smoking, just take it if you smoke... hehe."

  Liu Qingshan replied with a smile. Although he didn't make it clear, Writer Wang Er still felt nauseated.

  The surrounding villagers watching the excitement are also laughing: "This thing is only effective for quitting smoking, use one to quit one."

   Someone brought in a dustpan of freshly fried melon seeds, and everyone continued to chat for a while, and writer Wang Er's addiction to cigarettes came up again.

  The main reason is that there are a lot of people around who are swallowing clouds and fog, looking at it is really greedy.

   "I'll try another one." He took out another cigarette.

   "Don't forget to apply the medicine." Liu Qingshan reminded.

  Writer Wang Er this time used the filter tip of a cigarette butt, dipped it in the concoction, and put it in his mouth. It was okay, and there was no reaction.

  He couldn't wait to strike a match and took a sharp breath.

  The stench just now surged up again, and Writer Wang Er wanted to resist, but it was too smelly. He ran out of the house puffing his cheeks, wow, and finally vomited this time.

   He was so angry that he cursed in his heart: What the **** is this, it doesn’t smell like anything if it’s not lit, it’s like eating manure when it’s lit.

  Don't say whether he still wants to smoke, he doesn't even want to eat now.

   That's the way it is, when it's time for dinner, writer Wang Er also makes delicious butcher dishes.

  There were a lot of guests, and the cafeteria of the team headquarters couldn't accommodate them at all.

   Fortunately, most of them are regular customers, in groups of three or four, assigned to each household, and there are no outsiders.

  After dinner, the big horn in the village rang. It turned out that every household was called to attend the year-end dividend meeting.

  Last year’s dividend, Liu Qingshan was abroad and couldn’t come back; this year just happened to catch up with him at home, so the old branch secretary and Captain Zhang discussed it and decided to deal with it as soon as possible.

  So the shopkeepers of each shop began to stroll to the team headquarters. Among the guests, many people were very interested in this and went to join in the fun.

  The result of this is that the meeting room is full of people, just like bean bags.

   "Smokers will be strangled!" The old party secretary in front shouted, and then took the lead in putting away the small cigarette pouches.

   Writer Wang Er also came, and my heart became more balanced.

  Liu Qingshan also sat in the front. He has basically stopped intervening in the operation of the cooperative in the past two years, and is only responsible for the general direction of development. He really doesn't know the specific benefits of the cooperative.

  First, Captain Zhang called the roll call. In addition to the original members of Jiapigou Cooperative, there are also more and more members every year.

  For example, Wei Tiezhu, several teachers from the village primary school, and this year's newcomer Bai Liyan and other agricultural technicians.

   Then the boss uncle announced the income and expenditure of the cooperative, and the expenditure was announced first:

  The largest project investment of the cooperative this year is the planting of ginseng. The sum of various expenses has reached more than five million.

  The guests who attended the meeting were all stunned: This hole is really not small!

  For a cooperative with only more than 50 households, the expenditure of 5 million is indeed a bit scary.

  The second big expenditure is to increase the fund for the Jiapigou Literary Award, 700,000 US dollars.

   This amount is also not small. Those outsiders were secretly shocked when they heard it: How much money can they make in a year?

  Other miscellaneous small expenses, such as the purchase of two cars, a few large trucks, etc., are considered small money.

  After the boss finished reading out the expenses, the old branch secretary coughed lightly:

   "These will not affect our dividends this year. These two sums of money came from the cooperative's public accumulation."

   As soon as the word was finalized, the villagers didn't have much reaction, and the guests were secretly shocked: This cooperative is really rich!

  When they looked at the old party secretary again, they all felt that this little old man, who was somewhat simple, exuded a sense of domineering all over his body.

  Everyone couldn't help sighing in their hearts: If you have money, you have confidence.

  In the past few years, the public accumulation of cooperatives has also increased year by year, and most of the money has been invested, such as the purchase of real estate such as Jiapigou Shanhuo Store.

  Although nothing can be seen in the short term, the value of these investments will be reflected after a few decades.

  Next, Uncle Boss began to announce the income of the cooperative:

  The first category is newly added items. Even Liu Qingshan is a little surprised that this is actually the income brought by the tourism industry.

   You must know that the tourism industry has not yet risen, and Jiapigou can be regarded as a step ahead.

   There are tickets for the Dinosaur Fossil Museum and the Museum of Ancient Human Relics, totaling more than 15,000 visitors.

  Each ticket costs 50 cents, total income: 7,856 yuan.

   "Hey, it's not enough to pick up the fee." Zhang Ganzi yelled that it was indeed not enough. The security guards, guides, etc. hired by these two museums have to be responsible for the expenses.

   There are also daily electricity, heating, and maintenance costs, all of which require money.

   At this time, Liu Qingshan said: "This is a good start. In the future, it will definitely become the signboard of our Qingshan Town and Jiapigou, attracting countless tourists."

   While talking, he groped among the crowd: "Is Xiu girl here?"

   "This, this." Chu Yunxiu's voice came from behind the crowd.

  Liu Qingshan showed a smile on his face: "Xiu girl has made a lot of contributions to our Jiapigou's tourism industry and deserves to be commended."

   "Then what's the reward?"

   "Well, let's offer verbal praise." Liu Qingshan said solemnly, causing a chuckle.

   Immediately, Chu Yunxiu hummed twice: "Then I will come to eat the big family every day from now on."

  The villagers may not realize the future prospects of the tourism industry, but Liu Qingshan knows that this area must be taken seriously.

  In addition to the income from tickets, the rest is to provide tourists with accommodation, catering and other income. These charges are not very high at present, so the profit is limited, and the total income is less than 500,000.

  On average, each tourist is only a few tens of dollars.

  It is unimaginable that a trip only costs tens of dollars.

  The guests who participated in this kind of dividend conference for the first time were a little worried: It seems that the income is not high?

  Uncle Boss continues to announce that the second item is dividends from companies such as pharmaceutical factories and wild vegetable factories.

  Although these are enterprises owned by Liu Qingshan, the cooperatives all hold 10% of the shares.

  Although the proportion of 10% is not much, it cannot support the high profits of these enterprises, just like pharmaceutical companies, whose profits have exceeded tens of millions.

  So the cooperative has a total income of more than 2 million yuan.

  The guests also felt a little excited: This is not a lot, but it seems that it is not enough to plug holes.

  The third item is the income from mountain products. The total income of various mushrooms, fungus, ground vegetables, morels, and truffles is 3.5 million US dollars.

  As soon as this number came out, outsiders were dumbfounded and thought they were a poor listener. Most people wondered: Did they hear an extra 4D just now?

  The fourth item is the income from breeding: this is also quite a lot, especially the live animals exported to the Middle East, and the profits are also in the millions.

  This is just Jiapigou. Looking at the entire union, this number is more objective.

  The same idea came to the minds of all the guests: no wonder, the big head is behind.

   And the most powerful thing is that the income of these people is still foreign exchange earned through exports, and all the money they earn is foreigners' money, which is too awesome.

  The fifth item is agricultural planting, mainly exporting Songjiang green rice and so on.

  Finally, the total income announced by Uncle Boss has exceeded 20 million yuan.

  In the crowded conference room, applause resounded, and the roof of the room was almost lifted.

  Of course the villagers were delighted from the bottom of their hearts, while the guests were full of envy and blessings.

   Those who can come here are all relatives and friends, so no one feels jealous.

  However, it is shocking to say that there are still some people who never imagined that such a small mountain village has such a powerful energy.

   "It will definitely reach 500,000 villages this year, okay, can one million be far away?"

  Of course Lin Zizhou was also present, so he took it as a matter of public and private considerations, and wrote a good report after returning.

  Now the history of Jiapigou's getting rich has become a very typical series of reports, which has attracted widespread attention from the whole society.

  The old party secretary has become a leader in getting rich through hard work, and was awarded the National Model Worker this year.

   "Hurry up and split the money, I have to feed the pigs at night."

   Zhang Ganzi yelled, and the others followed suit. Of course, things like giving out money are welcome.

  That's why Uncle Boss announced the income of the members of the cooperative. According to the usual practice, the first one is Zhang Ganzi, which is a total of 492,000 yuan.

   Zhang Ganzi became anxious when he heard this: "Boss, can the cooperative lend me 8,000 yuan first, and I have to make up an integer of 500,000 yuan!"

   "How can there be such a rule, you boy, go back and reflect on yourself, you belong to the group that is slowing down, and because of you, we can't become a village of 500,000 yuan."

  The old branch secretary glared at his nephew, which made the guests feel a little awkward: it can't be compared.

   Zhang Ganzi squeezed forward, took the passbook, and muttered:

   "Thanks to my good mind, I usually saved a lot of bristles and sold them for more than 10,000 yuan. After calculating the total account, the income is over 500,000 yuan. I haven't hindered the cooperative."

  Captain Zhang also widened his eyes when he heard this: "I'm still wondering why those wild boars are all bald on their backs, and they were all cut off by you kid. This is public property and must be confiscated!"

  In this day and age, the Purchasing Department also buys pig bristles to make brushes and the like.

   It’s just that if each household kills a pig, it won’t make much, so I don’t care much.

  But there are many brothers under Zhang Ganzi's hands, and they are all wild boar strings.

   "I borrowed it first, can't I pay it back next year when I get a dividend." Zhang Ganzi still has a sense of collective honor, and he chirps lazily.

  In the end, it was Liu Qingshan who spoke, asking Uncle Ganzi to achieve the achievement of a household of 500,000 yuan.

   "Cut the bristles, no, I'll feed the pigs first!" Zhang Ganzi squeezed out and ran away without a trace.

  This sense of collective honor still needs to be supported and cultivated.

  The next dividends will be much smoother, and the income of each family is five or six hundred thousand.

   Some of them are relatively small, because they have not yet joined the company, so they earn wages.

  Shan Xing is also one of the few types, in the early 400,000s. The little guy took the passbook with a smile, and then handed it to his mother Qian Yuzhen.

  Qian Yuzhen stroked her daughter's head lovingly: "You keep it for yourself, and do more meaningful things in the future."

  She also knew that her daughter donated a box lunch for the Asian Games, and it was published in the newspaper. Of course, she supports her daughter's approach.

  Shan Xing nodded, then handed the passbook to Lin Zhi: "Er Niang, you should keep it for me."

   There are two mothers, the little girl is lucky, besides, there is also Liu Qingshan who is also a father and brother.

  Grandpa Dumb’s dividend is similar to that of Shanxing, but he still has shares in the pharmaceutical factory, so it’s not considered a hindrance.

   In the past two days, the dumb grandfather has not returned to the mountain, so he took the passbook with his own hands, and handed it to Liu Qingshan cheerfully.

  Looking at Master's gesticulation, Liu Qingshan also nodded solemnly: "Master, don't worry, this money will definitely be used to purchase Chinese medicinal materials needed to treat AIDS."

  More than 400,000 yuan was donated, and everyone gave warm applause and respect for this indifferent old man.

  The dividend conference ended successfully amid applause.

   Writer Wang Er witnessed the whole process, and his heart was full of excitement: This small mountain village has entered the golden age ahead of schedule.

  He wished he could go back to his residence now and write down all this.

  People gradually dispersed, but Liu Qingshan led Shan Xing to the front of Wang Er writer, Shan Xingwen bowed quietly:

   "Mr. Wang, this is a novel I wrote, please give me your opinion."

  Oh, it’s pretty awesome. Dare to try novels at such an age. Regardless of the quality of the writing, this courage and love are worthy of respect.

   Writer Wang Er didn't hold back at all, and took over a thick stack of manuscript paper:

   "Learn from each other, I'll read it first, and then give you my opinion, hey, who moved my cheese, very interesting name."

  He originally wanted to go back to his residence and read it carefully, but after watching it, he was immersed in it unconsciously.

   Read it in one breath, forty to fifty thousand words, not too long.

   Writer Wang Er raised his head, rubbed his eyes, his eyes were full of disbelief, he wanted to smoke a cigarette right now, to calm down.

   But after taking out the cigarette, he saw Liu Qingshan holding a medicine bottle and shaking it in front of his eyes.

   Writer Wang Er simply threw away the cigarette: "This, this is really written by you, Shan Xing, right? You deserve the Jiapigou Literature Award more than me!"

  (end of this chapter)