Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

My second sister Zhao Shan was really nice. She personally received and settled Liu Fuhong and his group, and rented a large yard in the suburbs for them to stay.

The fleet was taking jobs from a fertilizer factory. Liu Fuhong was very experienced. He would overload the trucks appropriately on flat roads, and never overload the trucks on mountain roads. He had the right to decide whether to go out in bad weather. The trucks were charged based on the volume of transportation, and the factory did not have management rights.

That day, Liu Xialian was bored at the factory and came to the turnover warehouse, which was empty. This was used for the turnover of fruits and vegetables, and the ground was covered with straw mats. Liu Xialian directly put out 100,000 kilograms of blueberries, 100,000 kilograms of pomegranates, and 100,000 kilograms of hawthorns.

The reason is simple. Some time ago, the fruit tycoon in Gangcheng sent people to kidnap and extort Liu Xia Lian's agent in Gangcheng, Boss Chen. Later, Boss Du was blown into pieces. The entire Gangcheng fruit circle was in turmoil, and everyone was fighting for territory.

Boss Chen is just a small boss and has no right to participate in the affairs of the big boss because he does not have the source of bananas, oranges, and apples and has no possibility of competing with others.

But it did not prevent him from expanding his business, because Liu Xialian had other fruits, such as tangerines and navel oranges purchased from Hunan and Jiangxi, which were continuously sent to the port city.

Another 300,000 kilograms of fruit were produced today. These fruits were piled up without being sorted.

Soon, the female workers came in. Blueberries were first packed into small boxes, then into large boxes. Hawthorns and pomegranates were directly packed into large boxes weighing 40 kilograms.

Hundreds of people worked quickly, very quickly.

The 200 female workers in the vegetable-washing workshop were called in today. They were all surprised: "How can there be such beautiful fruits in this season? It's incredible."

Liu Xialian explained: "We have collected them from the greenhouse. You are all experienced in sorting them. Please sort them according to the standards and try to load them onto the refrigerated train tomorrow night."

Pomegranates are the easiest to deal with, as they are uniform in size and can be divided into two grades at most. Just wrap them in paper and put them in a cardboard box. Hawthorns are not complicated either, they are also divided into two grades: large and small, and can be packed quickly. Only blueberries are more complicated, divided into three grades: large, medium and small. And they are packed in small boxes, each box weighing two taels.

Each person follows the first three electronic scales, sorting and looking at the numbers, and sealing the box when it is suitable.

The next day we worked until after six in the afternoon, and that was even after fifty more people were transferred in. If we hadn't, we might not have been able to finish the job today. Sorting blueberries is really a headache.

The remaining drivers from the first and second convoys set out together. The scale was so large that sixty or seventy vehicles formed a long queue and rushed to the county railway station.

Four refrigerated trucks were waiting there. At this time, Changbai Mountain was below zero, so there was no need to turn on the refrigerator. But once we crossed the Yangtze River, the temperature in the south was turned on. When we arrived in Pengcheng, the temperature was 27 or 28 degrees. The temperature in the car must be 5 or 6 degrees, so as to keep the fruit fresh to the maximum extent.

We worked until dawn, and the loading of the four vehicles was completed. The accompanying personnel were in place, and the escort along the road was not mentioned.

Team leader Xiao Cui ordered everyone: "No one is allowed to fall behind. Cheer up and go back to the forest farm to rest and sleep until the evening."

Xiao Cui drove a pickup truck to arrange them one by one. Today's fleet was quite complicated, with small tractors, large tractors, light trucks, and large trucks. The fleet rarely worked all night, so in order to avoid falling asleep, they washed their faces with cold water before getting on the car.

Liu Xialian looked at the driver's tired expression. The return journey was about 20 kilometers and took about 40 minutes. However, the road conditions were not very good. Although the snow had been cleared, there were still some sections of the road covered with ice.

"Xiao Cui, stop trying to show off. Change your destination to the martial arts school. There are dormitories there. Let the brothers sleep for a morning before going back."

"it is good."

The convoy changed its purpose and went to the martial arts school, just in time for morning exercises. It was the first time for these students who came from all over the world to see so many vehicles, and they were all stunned. It seemed that the school was serious about teaching vehicle driving and was not fooling people.

Liu Xia Lian asked the driver to drive her back to the factory first, because her child at home was still waiting for breastfeeding, and there was really no other way. She would wait until the child was six months old and could be fed with milk powder before thinking about weaning.

Who would have thought that just after a short break, the Provincial Education Bureau called and said that Mr. Jin and Mr. Gu from Gangcheng would come to Baishan Martial Arts School the day after tomorrow, and asked Liu Xialian to prepare for the reception. It turned out that these two people had special identities. If they wanted to come to support Liu Xialian, they had to notify the province and only come after the province agreed. The provincial department was very surprised and asked why they came here. Liu Xialian specially explained her personal relationship with Mr. Jin.

Liu Xia Lian immediately arranged for Principal Guo to arrange for people to clean up the school and prepare to welcome Mr. Jin and Mr. Gu.

Liu Xialian was not that nervous, but the county was nervous. Mr. Gu was okay, he was just a scholar and novelist. But Mr. Jin was the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, a social activist, and a well-known figure in Hong Kong. Even if he came to Beijing, he would be received with the highest standards.

County Magistrate Ma was a little worried and called a meeting to discuss the matter.

The director of the Education Bureau was very puzzled: "Baishan Martial Arts School has only been open for a few months. What is the attraction that attracted Mr. Jin here? First of all, there is the issue of safety, and then there are accommodation and food. I don't know what people in Gangcheng eat. Don't make it unpalatable."

County Magistrate Ma comforted everyone: "The two gentlemen must have been invited by Liu Xialian to come here, otherwise they would not have come. Don't worry too much about their safety. They both have their own personal bodyguards. We are only responsible for the outer security."

Even so, I still prepared a lot carefully.

Two days later, in the morning.

Liu Xia Lian, Principal Guo, Zhao Da Xi, Li Daniu and several teachers were waiting at the door.

Not long after, the minibus from the provincial capital finally arrived at the gate of Baishan Martial Arts School with people leading the way in front and behind.

Liu Xia Lian opened the car door and asked Mr. Joaquin to get out.

"Mr. Jin, please slow down."

"It's okay. I'm not old enough to need help."

Although Mr. Jin is over 60 years old, he walks briskly and moves like the wind. He is very powerful and indeed has some martial arts spirit.

Principal Guo asked Mr. Gu to get out of the car, and Liu Xialian came over to say hello: "Mr. Gu, please go slowly."

When Mr. Gu saw Liu Xia Lian, he was about to bow down. He was really a little excited. There were so many people watching him. Liu Xia Lian hurriedly supported him and stopped him from bowing.

"Mr. Gu, we can talk about it later if there is anything. I also ask the two gentlemen to take a look at our martial arts school and give us more valuable suggestions."

"Okay, Principal Liu, you're welcome."

There were quite a lot of people following behind, including people from the provincial department, the municipal government, and more than a dozen reporters.

As soon as we entered the school, Principal Guo started the event. One hundred and fifty students performed single sword in unison.

The snow-white blade, the red tassel, the movements were in perfect unison. Next, a student was practicing the big Guandao, with his sword skills flying up and down with superb skills.