Return to 2001 to pursue dreams

After all, a leader is a leader, and he is a big leader. He works vigorously and resolutely. He made a phone call in front of reporters. Suddenly he found that there was no signal on his mobile phone. After a moment of embarrassment, he quickly borrowed the landline phone of the brigade headquarters. After making a few calls, he signaled. Wait a moment, everyone.

In less than an hour, I saw a puff of dust and smoke rising from a distance. There were motorcycles and small trucks, and a huge group of people headed straight for the village. The small village instantly became more lively. A middle-aged man who looked like a cadre jumped off the back seat of the motorcycle, ran over and asked eagerly: "Excuse me, who is Director Zhao."

Director Zhao asked: "I am, who are you?"

The visitor quickly held Director Zhao's hand and said: "Hello, Director Zhao, I am the mayor of our Gouzi Town. My name is Zhang Zhenghua. You said that you came to the town in a big way, but you didn't receive any notice. You are really neglecting it!"

Director Zhao smiled and said: "I didn't intend to disturb the local government in the first place. Let's not talk nonsense. Is the well drilling team here?"

Mayor Zhang pointed to a group of people behind him and said: "These are the well-drilling teams we specially recruited from a construction company for emergency. Our town's instructions to you..."

Director Zhao interrupted his official tone, pointed at Gao Hongda and said: "Xiao Gao, go ahead and make arrangements! There must be a result today." He did not say that the water must be pumped out, leaving some room to prevent himself from being unable to pump out the water. prestige, and there were reporters filming along with him.

The well-drilling team didn't dare to be vague. There were leaders from the central government in front of them, so they couldn't let their guard down. Otherwise, the faces of the local leaders would not look good.

The blind man planted a row of incense sticks on the ground, kowtowed a few times, and signaled that work could begin.

This 66 meters cannot be drilled down so quickly. The soil is dry and hard. The machine is roaring and the auger drill pipe is being drilled down one by one. There is no intention to stop until it gets dark. Several members of the drilling team They took turns eating, the machine kept stopping, and pieces of loess were rolled up and piled up into a small mound, but the soil was still dry. The crowd watching could not help but be a little disappointed. No one had a rest tonight, and the whole village and volunteers They sat on the ridge and watched from a distance. Director Zhao was sitting on a chair, staring hard and trying to keep watch. The leader would not rest, and the others would not rest either.

Someone from the well-drilling team cheered: “We’ve seen wet soil!”

The blind man was lying on a broken mat and taking a nap, and asked casually: "How many meters have you harvested?"

Someone replied: "It's already 60 meters!"

The blind man ordered: "Don't stop, come back 6 meters, no more, no less!"

Gao Hongda wanted to laugh, this old guy was pretty good at pretending to be sophisticated! It seems that all fortune tellers are like this, and Master Xu is also of this virtue.

Half an hour later, the blind man rolled up his mat, lit the bamboo pole and walked away, muttering: "For the sake of the world, I will bear this cause and effect!" As soon as he finished speaking, the man from the well digging team shouted: "Out of the water!" It’s out! It’s out of the water!”

At this time, everyone rushed over excitedly and yelled. Flashlights and torches instantly illuminated the gurgling water. The old people who couldn't run could only wipe their tears from a distance. Director Zhao let out a sigh of relief and finally saved his face.

The well-drilling team ran water pipes overnight, installed a multi-stage pump capable of pumping ten atmospheres of pressure, and helped connect the electrical wires.

This warm and yet cold night was destined to be sleepless. Li Qin's father asked the villagers to help kill two of his sheep early and set up a big pot to cook the mutton. The mayor sent someone to bring beer and drinks. Everyone was there in the middle of the night. After drinking and eating meat to celebrate at the village brigade headquarters, more than a dozen villagers enthusiastically took the team members to rest. The village arranged several relatively clean houses for everyone to rest. For them, this is The group of people is a great benefactor, solving their survival problems and cannot be neglected.

Director Zhao rejected Mayor Zhang's invitation and insisted on resting at the village brigade headquarters.

Gao Hongda and Lao Bi were arranged to stay at Li Qin's house. They were so excited that they couldn't sleep for a long time, so they simply sat on the kang and chatted with Li Qin's father.

During the chat, we learned that the villagers usually rely on growing drought-tolerant millet and sweet potatoes as rations, and sheep are their only source of income.

Gao Hongda asked: "Can't I sell these sweet potatoes for money?"

Li Qin's father sighed and said: "The output of this product is quite large, but there is no place to sell it! We can't store much in the cellar, and the leftovers are used to feed the animals."

Gao Hongda suddenly became interested. No matter what time it was, he borrowed Li Qin's phone number and called Guan Peng from the food factory. After Guan Peng answered the phone, he didn't care whether he was the boss or not. He just complained: "You're such an evil person." A capitalist who wants to exploit me in the middle of the night?"

Gao Hongda didn't listen to his complaints and asked directly: "Where do we buy the sweet potatoes in our factory?"

Guan Peng's words were still rude: "Don't mention this thing. A lot of the sweet potatoes our factory imported last year were frozen. This thing is not easy to store. It is afraid of cold and heat. If you want to dry it in the sun, there is no such a big place. There isn’t much good weather either. We can only dry it and use it now.”

Gao Hongda asked excitedly: "What if we buy ready-made dried sweet potatoes, or simply buy sweet potato flour?"

Guan Peng felt much better now and stopped complaining. He replied: "That would be the best. Our cost can be reduced a lot. But where can we buy it? We all buy it from the countryside near Hebei." Yes, this is going to be out of stock soon.”

Gao Hongda said with satisfaction: "Okay, you don't have to worry about it, I've solved the problem of this material for you!"

After hanging up the phone, Gao Hongda happily said to Li Qin's father: "I want all your sweet potatoes, but they have to be dried, preferably ground into powder."

Li Qin's father was even more excited. He said: "Our drought and lack of rain are the best for drying sweet potatoes. We used to grind them into powder to make vermicelli. I also have a grinder at home. I haven't used it in a few years."

Gao Hongda immediately decided to invest in a crushing plant in the village and let Li Qin's father be responsible for purchasing the villagers' dried sweet potatoes, processing them into powder, and then sending the logistics to the capital. This can save the space occupied by materials, reduce transportation costs, and prevent the sweet potatoes from spoiling. , and can also generate income for villagers. Kill multiple birds with one stone.

He yawned several times in succession. Seeing this, Father Li stopped talking and asked them to get some sleep quickly and discuss the details tomorrow.

Father Li was not asleep, and interrogated his daughter all night: "You said these two are your classmates, why do I feel that one of them is older than me?"

Li Qin almost laughed out loud: "The one you are talking about is our squad leader! He is from the Northeast and looks old, but in fact he is about the same age as me!"

Father Li smiled sheepishly: "This is the first time I've seen such an anxious person! But that little boy with thin skin and tender flesh was a bit out of breath! He said he wanted to buy our dried sweet potatoes and invest in a processing plant... "

Now Li Qin warned his father very seriously: "Old man, don't talk nonsense. He is so powerful. He contracted several canteens and opened a very large Internet cafe during his freshman year. He spent more than 100 million!"

Father Li was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide: "How about more than 100 million? More than [-] families in Emen Village can't earn this much money in three years! So, this young man is very reliable!"

Li Qin gave him an affirmative answer: "It must be reliable! How else can I say that she is awesome!"

Father Li scratched his head and said, "People have come all the way to help us dig wells. We don't have anything to give to people in this village, so we are so worried!"