If you come to a rich second-generation or official second-generation, standing in the village at this time, looking around, you may say: The scenery here is really good!

　　 The distant mountains are like Daisies, beautiful and picturesque.

　　 After a new rain, the grass and trees in the mountains have begun to sprout, occasionally dotted with wild flowers that bloom early. The peasants' residences are scattered on the mountainside, dotted with little smoke.

　　 These are only suitable for viewing from a distance, not close viewing.

　　 When I approached, the first thing I can't stand is the nose. It is not possible to sweep the floor on the first and second day of the Lunar New Year. The yard is filled with poultry manure, mixed with the fermented smell of the soil feed, directly causing the city people to cover their noses and leave.

　　The houses are all earthen walls and tiles. Some houses seem to be about to fall down, but the farmers still live very calmly.

　　 The broken village in this mountain is poorer than Song Weiyang's grandmother's house.

How poor is 　　?

　　 During the Spring Festival, some villagers were actually wearing straw sandals, and almost all of them had various patches on their clothes.

　　 The village cadres here are obviously unprofitable, and they belong to the purest public servants.

　　 The secretary of the village walked quickly on a pair of yellow rubber shoes, his upper body was new clothes, but his lower body was old trousers. With a simple and sly smile on his face, he glanced at the car first, and then rubbed his hands on his clothes, seeming to wipe his hands clean, before enthusiastically shook hands with Zheng Xuehong: "Hello, big boss, big boss is here to do business in the mountains?"

　　 "I am the driver of the big boss," Zheng Xuehong pointed to Song Weiyang, "the big boss is over there!"

　　 The man with 24 carts had already received the money, but they couldn't leave. He seemed to want to pick up work from Song Weiyang.

　　 The car has been washed, but there are too many people washing the car, because the 100 yuan car washing fee is almost a fight, and now we are still arguing about how to allocate it.

The village party secretary came to Song Weiyang short, and said, "What business does the big boss do? We have herbs in the mountains, which are wild, and the effect is very good. There are also many wild fruits, which are dried, and dried hawthorn Can make tea and drink."

　　 Song Weiyang handed him a cigarette and asked, "Are you the village chief here?"

　　 "Yes, I am the village party secretary, and my name is Zhang Xuehong." said the village party secretary.

　　 Song Weiyang smiled and blinked at Zheng Xuehong, and Zheng Xuehong said happily, "Zhang branch secretary, did you take your name again after the founding of the People's Republic of China?"

　　 The village party secretary laughed and said: "My previous name was a bit reactionary, and my name was Zhang Zhongqing. This is New China, and I definitely can't be loyal to the Qing Dynasty, so I changed my name to Xuehong to learn from the Red Army."

　　 Xuehong, Aihong, Xuejun, Aijun, Jianguo, Weiguo, Patriotic... These names appeared extremely frequently several decades ago.

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Chief Secretary Zhang, I'm here to find someone."

　　 "Who are you looking for?" asked the village party secretary.

　　 "Chen Tao." Song Weiyang said.

　　 It was quiet all around, including the men pushing carts from the town and the villagers who were fighting for money for car laundering. At this moment, they suddenly turned their heads to look at Song Weiyang.

　　 There are several villages in the whole town. In the past ten years, Liao Gong has only produced five secondary school students, including Chen Tao sister and brother.

　　 Every secondary school student is destined to become a well-known celebrity in the town when they receive the admission notice.

　　 The village party secretary was taken aback for a moment, apparently remembering the rumors of the past two days, and asked: "Chen...Chen Tao? Do you know Taozi?"

　　 Song Weiyang nodded and said, "I heard that she was bullied, so I rushed over to take a look."

　　 The village party secretary immediately made an angry expression: "It's all the old ladies in the village talking nonsense, listening to the wind is rain, I have already criticized it!"

　　 Song Weiyang asked: "Where is Chen Tao's house? Take me there!"

　　 "Okay, come with me, his house is right next to the school." The village party secretary immediately led the way.

The 　　 school is located in the very center of the village. You can't drive through it, you can only walk, and there is a large group of people watching the excitement behind it.

　　 After walking for about a few minutes, Song Weiyang saw a row of brick houses, which seemed to be the only brick-wood buildings in the whole village.

　　 There are a total of three rooms, one office, and two classrooms in the school. The classroom has large windows with no window glass. It allows light in summer, wind in winter, and rain throughout the year. It is very close to nature.

The village party secretary introduced: “There are two teachers in the school. One is Taozi’s father, and the other is a child in the city who teaches. The teacher has returned home during the Chinese New Year, and I don’t know if she can come back. When there is a teacher, Taozi Dad will teach a class with the teacher, and it will be gone until the sixth grade. Junior high school has to go to the town to study."

　　 Song Weiyang has some doubts: "How do two teachers teach six grades?"

The village party secretary explained: “Enroll students once every three years. If the doll does not catch up to the age of 7 and enter the first grade, it will have to wait until the age of 9 or 10. Taozi’s dad often takes two classes by himself. This class gives lectures and that class does homework. It’s hard in the mountains, thanks to Taozi’s dad. So this time those women talking nonsense, I scolded them when they heard them. It's all things with long hair and short insight!"

　　 Zheng Xuehong suddenly assisted: "This time we are here, we are going to pick up Chen Tao's family and move to the city. It's too bullied here!"

　　 "That won't work," the village party secretary suddenly panicked. "As soon as they leave, there will be no teachers in the village."

　　 "What should I do if I don't move away, staying in the village makes people pierce the backbone?" Song Weiyang sneered.

　　 The village party secretary immediately turned around and said to the villagers who came to watch the excitement: “Who dares to say something bad about Taozi, I will kill him, don’t think I can’t do it!”

　　 A woman murmured: "Who will scare me? It's not uncommon to read books!"

　　 "Who? Who is talking?" The village party secretary akimbo his hips and pointed at the villagers, "Who said that, stand up for me!"

　　 No one answered.

　　 Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Reading is useless, right? You should know that a few months ago, Chen Taohui went home with more than 100,000 yuan. Do you know how the money came?"

　　 "Money for selling meat!" someone muttered.

The village party secretary was furious, rushed into the crowd and grabbed a middle-aged woman out, and slapped it on the face: "Prodigal ladies of the Xu Youtian family, it’s not good for you to be my ears, isn’t it? Your male duckling voices, I’m in love with you. You can hear it for ten miles."

The middle-aged woman sat on the ground, clutching the corner of the village party secretary, crying, "Wow, wow... the village party secretary is hitting someone! Help, the village party secretary is going to kill me! God, you don’t have eyesight." , I'm going to be beaten to death..."

　　 The village party secretary didn’t eat that set. He threw the middle-aged woman's hand away and cursed: “Going home to the funeral, it’s a shame!”

　　The middle-aged women are still crying, but the other villagers are laughing. Anyway, it’s ok to watch.

　　 "Shut up!"

　　 The village party secretary scolded, and smiled and said to Song Weiyang: "Big boss, you continue to say."

Song Weiyang said: "Chen Tao came to the special zone six months ago and first worked in my company. But she is smart and she has a culture~lightnovelpub.net~ she made a few million dollars with an idea! I think she is a She was rewarded with more than 100,000 talents and promoted her to be a manager. This is the purpose of reading! If you don’t read, you don’t even know a word, and you can only do coolies when you go to work in the city. Chen Tao is different. She studies. Be able to make money by relying on knowledge and culture! Those of you who know a fart, can sell meat for hundreds of thousands? Selling the whole living person, it is only a few thousand yuan!"

　　As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.

　　 "You can reward hundreds of thousands with an idea? Fake it."

　　 "People are big bosses, there is no shortage of hundreds of thousands, and every car wash is 100. I just asked those who push carts, 24 people, 100 yuan per person."

　　 "I said that Tao Zi is not that kind of person. This girl has been very angry since she was a child. How can she go out to sell?"

　　 "Of course, only a few of the entire commune (the old name of the township) did it go out for the exam? Taozi is very good. When I was admitted to the secondary school, the county was third in the county!"

　　 "Chen Lao Er is really rich, and his sons and daughters are all promising."

　　 "……"

　　 Song Weiyang and Zheng Xuehong smiled at each other. The villagers had little knowledge, and they were stunned by just a few words. It was the cotton spinning factory in the city that really needed to use their brains.

　　 Of course, the success of Song Weiyang's work still lies in the fact that it can go so smoothly.

　　 A car is pushed by more than 20 people, and the cart fee alone is more than 2,000. Then come to the village to offer a reward of 100 yuan for car washing, and immediately establish the image of a big boss, and everything he says next has enough credibility.

　　 Rumors are very troublesome. The more you explain, the less clear you may be.

　　 The rumors are not limited to the wise. In many cases, the rumors are limited to larger rumors. I believe that within a few days, the news about Chen Tao's ingenuity to make a fortune can spread all over the country, and it has become a local folk legend.