Rural Shennong

At this time, dense footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, familiar faces of the villagers entered the village head's house one by one.

Soon, many villagers filled Song Jianming's house.

Seeing Chen Ping in the room, everyone surrounded him one after another:

"Ping, is what you just said on the village loudspeaker true or false?"

"Do you really want to make greenhouse vegetables?"

"Ah Ping has already said, two hundred and four a day, including food and lodging, can this matter be false?"

Facing the inquiries from everyone, Chen Ping couldn't help but said slowly:

"Everyone be quiet and listen to me."

Many villagers fell silent, and their eyes were all on Chen Ping.

On the side, Zhang Dayong looked at Chen Ping worriedly.

After all, Chen Ping was young, and he thought too simply about the affairs of the village, so he might suffer a lot if he rashly planted greenhouse vegetables.

Chen Ping knew that Uncle Dayong really cared about him. After giving him a reassuring look, he looked at the villagers and said slowly:

"Since I have spoken, the greenhouse must be true."

After the words fell, everyone's faces were full of excitement, and immediately someone in the crowd couldn't help but said:

"Then count me in!"

"Ping, and me!"

Seeing this, Chen Ping hurriedly said:

"It's not too late for everyone to listen to what I have to say before making a decision."

Hearing this, many villagers became quiet again.

Chen Ping glanced at the many familiar faces in the crowd, and slowly said:

"As you all know, I have never made greenhouse vegetables before."

"I also talked to Uncle Dayong just now. It is indeed quite difficult to grow greenhouse vegetables. Both the cost and the technology are extremely demanding..."

Seeing what Chen Ping said, Song Jianming thought that Chen Ping was going to apologize to everyone in public, so he couldn't help but sneer.

Just now the bully was so big, isn't this a slap in the face now?

But the next moment, I heard Chen Ping continue to say with great firmness:

"But even so, I want to give it a try and see if I can find a way to get rich that suits our village!"

"But I'm going to put my ugly words in front of me, because this is my first time growing greenhouse vegetables, and it is very likely that I will fail halfway."

"So, I can't guarantee how long I can do the job of building a greenhouse."

"If it doesn't go well, it may be over in three to five days."

Hearing what Chen Ping said, the many villagers who had been expecting it lost their interest one by one.

"You said it earlier, you thought you could work for at least ten days and half a month."

"If it takes three to five days, it's better to cultivate the land well!"

"That is, in order to earn money for three to five days, it is not worthwhile to delay the farm work in the field."

Everyone looked at Chen Ping speechlessly.

Now is the busy time for farming, and everyone in the household has a full schedule. If there are only three or five days and the farming work is left behind, it will be completely worthless.

Facing the obviously resentful villagers, Chen Ping was not angry at all, but said with a light smile:

"The situation is like this. Those who are willing to believe in me can come and sign up."

"If you think I can't make a greenhouse vegetable, you can leave now."

Hearing what Chen Ping said, someone immediately said angrily:

"I wouldn't have come if I knew it earlier, it's a waste of emotion!"

"That's right, it's better to work in the field if you have this skill."

As soon as the words fell, some villagers immediately chose to leave the village chief's house.

Most of these people do not grow vegetables at home, and have never asked Chen Ping to help them sell vegetables.

Seeing this, Chen Ping just faced it with a smile, without any hindrance.

In fact, he had already thought about building a greenhouse base.

The main reason for the poverty in Yuhe Village is that everyone fights against each other, and the small-scale farming economy is the mainstay. It cannot form an industrial scale, and naturally there is no money to make.

The construction of a greenhouse planting base can perfectly solve this problem.

The only trouble is that it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to grow greenhouse vegetables.

But this problem is not a problem at all in the eyes of Chen Ping who possesses the spiritual liquid!

Not only that, but after large-scale planting, the effects of the spiritual liquid can be brought into full play!

The reason why he said that just now was to screen people.

Since he wants to build a greenhouse planting base, he must succeed at one time and play a leading role.

And in this process, he must ensure that those who follow him are all his own people who truly trust him.

At this time, some villagers left the village head's house one after another.

Seeing this scene, Song Jianming's face was full of smiles.

There is no doubt that Chen Ping was slapped in the face in front of everyone!

Just when Song Jianming thought everyone would leave, an abrupt voice sounded:

"Ping, I sign up!"

When everyone looked around, they saw that it was Zhang Dayong who spoke.

Facing everyone's eyes, Zhang Dayong said directly:

"Since Aping helped my family sell the vegetables to Taoyuan Restaurant, my family has earned a full 5000 yuan more than before for vegetables this year!"

"With this kindness, I will also help build the greenhouse!"

As soon as the words fell, Liu Guilan echoed:

"That's right, Aping, you don't need to pay me and Lao Zhang, we believe you can do it!"

With the two people's statements, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life also stood up and said:

"Count me in!"

"If you don't repay your kindness, what's the difference between you and a beast?"

Everyone recognized the man, his name was Wang Shuanfu, and he had a foolish son, he was always taciturn, but he did not expect to speak today.

Encouraged by him, the villagers who had been helped by Chen Ping to sell vegetables all stood up one after another:

"Ping, add me too, forget about the wages, just let me take care of the food."

"I'll join too. Isn't it just greenhouse vegetables? There are so many of us, I don't believe it can't be done!"

"And I……"

Villagers signed up one after another.

Seeing this, Chen Ping slowly wrote down everyone's name.

In the end, a total of eleven villagers chose to believe in Chen Ping and joined the ranks of building a greenhouse planting base.

Seeing that they all said that they don't want wages, Chen Ping still said firmly:

"One yard is worth one yard. The salary is still as I said before, two hundred and four a day. This is the salary that the big guy should be paid."

"Since everyone chooses to believe in me, I will try my best to make greenhouse vegetable cultivation a success!"

Hearing this, the villagers who decided to work with Chen Ping nodded together and said:

"it is good!"

Looking at the scene of unity in front of him, Song Jianming was not worried at all.

The group of people in front of them were all villagers who were sincerely willing to trust Chen Ping. Once Chen Ping's greenhouse vegetables failed, it would be tantamount to cheating these really close people.

By that time, no one in the entire Yuhe Village would believe in Chen Ping anymore.

Then how can he fight with himself?

Thinking of this, Song Jianming had a bright smile on his face, as if he had seen the day when Chen Pingzhong betrayed his relatives.

……

After Chen Ping set the working hours with everyone, he bumped into a gentle figure as soon as he went out.

Chen Ping looked up, and it was Widow Miao who was in a hurry.

Widow Miao was bumped by Chen Ping, she didn't bother to scream for pain, and hurriedly asked:

"Ping, I heard that you want to recruit people. Have you recruited enough? Do you want more people?"

"Can you see me?"

Chen Ping couldn't react for a moment when she asked questions like cannonballs, and was dull for a moment.

Widow Miao thought that Chen Ping didn't want to recruit women, so she quickly explained:

"Ping, don't look at my sister like this. Farming and working are definitely no worse than ordinary men."

Hearing this, Chen Ping shook his head lightly and said:

"We have recruited enough people to build greenhouses."

As the voice fell, Widow Miao couldn't help but look disappointed. She had been busy in the fields early in the morning, which made her arrival a little slower. Unexpectedly, the time was delayed, and the recruitment was over.

If she could earn two hundred and four a day, she and her daughter would no longer have to eat the last meal without the next meal as they do now.

Just when she was about to turn around and leave in disappointment, Chen Ping said:

"Sister Miao, why don't you come and help with the cooking, and I'll give you the same salary."

After the words fell, Widow Miao looked at Chen Ping with some anxiety:

"Really? You're not lying to me, are you?"

Chen Ping replied with a smile:

"Why should I lie to you, no one in our village knows that your cooking is delicious."

"I'm hiring so many people now, there must be a dedicated cook."

After making sure that Chen Ping was not joking, Widow Miao couldn't bear it any longer, and said with joy on her face:

"Great, Ping!"

"Thank you so much!"

As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something, and slowly approached Chen Ping, her cheeks were slightly red and she whispered:

"If you think my cooking is delicious, then come to my house some time at night, and I'll make you a good bowl of noodles..."