Little wife, she is full of happiness

The village head took out another piece of paper, held it up with both hands, and showed it to the villagers.

"See? This is Xiao Ruo. She has already signed an agreement. She has worked hard to make and sell spicy noodles, and she doesn't even want a penny of her shares!"

Gao Jun's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what the village chief said, "Impossible!"

But what the village chief held in his hand was the share split agreement. He took it over and looked at it again and again. Not only was Xia Xiaoruo's signature on the agreement, but it was also notarized by the notary office of the Industry and Commerce Bureau.

It is equivalent to saying that this agreement is both legal and effective, and when the accounts come out this month, the village collective can directly distribute the money.

But he wandered around the factory every day, why didn't he hear Lin Dajun reveal that Xia Xiaoruo didn't want shares?
He originally wanted the village collective and Xia Xiaoruo to be suspicious of each other and distrust each other because of the profits from the Latiao Factory, but who knew that Xia Xiaoruo was even more ruthless than him, and directly gave up the shares in the Latiao Factory.

He looked at Xia Xiaoruo, this little girl can hold her breath!The factory that was supposed to belong to him was robbed for nothing. Not only was he not angry, but he also took the initiative to give up the remaining shares.

If she said that she handed over the shares voluntarily, he wouldn't believe it at all!

The village head must have used some method to threaten the little girl to give up the share dividend.

If you want to say that you are ruthless, it has to be these old foxes from the village brigade, who bully other little girls, and they don't even spit out their bones!
He slowly let go of the pent-up breath, and looked at Xia Xiaoruo with eyes full of pity.

As soon as Xia Xiaoruo turned her head, she saw Gao Jun smiling at him. There seemed to be a bit of kindness in that smile?
What are you laughing laughing!

She glared at him fiercely, stirring shit stick, uneasy and kind, and trying to kidnap her morally?
She also underestimated her mind too much.

The villagers were circulating the share split agreement, Gao Jun was stared at by Xia Xiaoruo, but felt that Xia Xiaoruo was greeting him with his eyes.

The little girl's eyes were watery, with anger and anger, he couldn't help but walked towards Xia Xiaoruo, and comforted her, "Xiao Ruo, I originally proposed to the village leader that I would reserve 10% of the shares for you, but I didn't expect the village leader to give you [-]% of the shares. They don't give you a single share, they are really too much, don't worry, it should be yours, I will definitely fight for you from the village leaders!"

What he said was serious and swearing, but Xia Xiaoruo was disgusted by his words, and Wang Qin rolled her eyes at him with disdain, "Comrade Gao, what you said seems to be that the village leaders bullied my Xiaoruo, and neither is my Xiaoruo." It’s the same as sincerely handing over the shares.”

On the way to the conference, Xia Xiaoruo had already told her about Gao Jun's bad intentions and what he really wanted to do to benefit his hometown.

Faced with such a booming business of the spicy strip factory, so much money was confiscated every day, she also felt sorry for Xiaoruo, but she also understood the reason why the spicy strip factory could continue to develop after the village was healed.

Therefore, since it is necessary to hand over a large part of the Latiao Factory's profits, it should be handed over freely and openly.

We must not let Gao Jun, this bastard, disturb their Lianhua Village!
Gao Jun waved his hands again and again to explain, "No, no, I'm just worried that there might be some misunderstanding, and I'm afraid that Xiao Ruo will be wronged."

Xia Xiaoruo narrowed her eyes and asked in a cold voice, "Why? Comrade Gao thinks that it is a very wronged thing to hand over the benefits gained by the collective to the collective reasonably?"

Unexpectedly, such a big hat was put on, and Gao Jun was stunned!
"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!"

He is the leader of the Poverty Alleviation Team, and his ideological awareness is also one of the important criteria for evaluating his work. If there is a problem with his awareness, he should go back and study again!

Xia Xiaoruo didn't bother to talk to him. At this time, the agreement had already been circulated in the hands of the villagers, and everyone was talking about it. The gate of the brigade was even more lively than going to the market.

The villagers took money out of their pockets to go to the market, but now, it is the village collective that wants to give them money!
Under normal circumstances, if there is any income in the village, the village head will secretly give the income to them to offset the pre-tax of the three mentions and five collections, or directly send it into money.

The profit of the spicy strip factory is good, and the money paid must be more!
"No, I don't agree with such a share split, it's unfair!"

Suddenly, an old voice came from the crowd, and the whispered voices of the villagers stopped immediately, and everyone looked at the person who spoke.

Xia Xiaoruo also turned her head curiously, and found that it was an old man with white hair, leaning on a walking stick, staggering to the side of the village chief Wang Yuejin.

Wang Yuejin respected the old man very much, and quickly supported the old man's arm, "Old Uncle Zhang, why are you here too? You are not in good health..."

"I'm fine. During the war, the gun shot out of my head. I didn't die. I was so hard that I couldn't die! But today, I'm so pissed off by you people!"

Zhang Jiefang is a veteran who has been on the battlefield. Even though he is old, he still has a shocking aura.

Especially when he hit the ground with a walking stick because of excitement, no matter the village chief, the village director, or Gao Jun, they all lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

Xia Xiaoruo remembered this veteran grandfather. In his previous life, although the county gave this grandfather various welfare food, meat, eggs, and clothes every month, he was always reluctant to eat or wear. There are also clothes, which are given to people in the village who are more difficult than him.

He helped people who were in difficulty, and never let people thank him. He insisted that people thank the country.

Therefore, Grandpa Veteran has a high reputation in the village.

But the old soldier's grandfather is getting old, and he usually doesn't go out. He didn't expect that he would come out specially for this share share...

"Nizi, come here."

Xia Xiaoruo was caught off guard by being called and walked to the veteran grandfather. Zhang Jiefang looked at her with old but hearty eyes. Xiaonizi was very upright and a kind-hearted child.

He held Xia Xiaoruo's hand and said, "Nizi, during this period of time, our village has been selling spicy noodles, making spicy noodles, and opening a spicy strip factory. I know all about these things. You were the first to make spicy strips. It was also your idea to sell the hot strip factory, and this spicy strip factory is also yours! Don’t listen to other people saying that without village cadres and village collectives, your spicy strip factory can’t be opened. That’s nonsense! Village collectives, village officials, do it What you want is to serve the people! It’s what they should do! Good boy, you hold this share yourself, and no one will give it to you!”

The hand held by the old soldier's grandfather was warm, and Xia Xiaoruo felt warm in his heart when he heard him say this.

Standing beside Wang Yuejin, Zhang Erzhu and his party, their faces turned red and white after being scolded.

Even Gao Jun, who likes jumping up and down the most, stood aside obediently.

After Zhang Jiefang scolded the village chief and the village leaders, he pointed at the villagers and began to scold, "You too, with the little noodles you donate and the effort you put in, are you allocating so much money? Is it worth it? Everyone pretends to be confused, pretending to understand, What about the money from a little girl's family?"

The villagers who thought that the money would be distributed soon blushed and lowered their heads.