Infinite Doomsday: I rely on space to stock up and bully the scum

Chapter 183: Extreme Cold Doomsday: Overcrowded

"Da Zhuang! Are you still in the factory? The village has distributed money, come back quickly to sign!"

Old man Xu took the secretary's cell phone and shouted to the other end of the line.

"Dad, what did you say?"

Old man Xu cursed:

"You little bastard, your father is talking about the village getting money!"

Xu Dazhuang, who was wearing a factory uniform and working hard in the workshop, was speechless.

How could he not know what was going on in the village? Every month his parents counted on him to send money home, and the village also gave him money. He would rather believe that the village was demolished.

However, no matter how much demolition is done, it will not reach their remote and poor area.

In the end, it was Zhang Qiang who had experience. He knew that everyone who received the call thought their parents had been scammed, so he explained the situation to them in detail.

"A factory was built in our village and they rented our land. People paid the rent and the money has been deposited into the account. Each family can get 5,000 or 6,000 yuan. But you all have to come back and sign. They say they are afraid that I will embezzle the money."

Only then did Xu Dazhuang realize how many things had happened in the village, and he chuckled.

"Secretary, you can handle this matter as you wish. It's not easy for us to ask for leave."

"Da Zhuang, let me tell you, they said that if you don't come back to sign, you won't get the money, and there's nothing I can do."

Five or six thousand yuan is equivalent to more than a month's hard work.

How about taking two days off?

"Secretary, I'll take a look. If I can get leave, I'll come back."

"Okay, your Aunt Shufen, Aunt Zhou, Uncle Dachuan and the others have all received it, and your families are the only ones left."

Xu Dazhuang immediately felt a sense of urgency.

"Okay, uncle, I'll go ask our team leader for leave right away."

Zhang Qiang chuckled and said, here I have dealt with another one.

As the party secretary, he knows the situation of every household in the village.

Six families make a living by farming, and seven families have children who go out to work when they turn 15 or 16 years old. Some go to the provincial capital, some go to the coastal areas, and there are several families in difficulty, so everyone helps to take care of them.

Like Wang Chunping, an eighty-year-old woman who lives on her own.

Last year, there were only a few people in the village whose family income exceeded 5,000 yuan, which means that every household had land, and as long as they farmed, they would not starve to death.

A factory was built in the village this year, and every household can get a share of the money, which is equivalent to a year's income.

During this period of time, Zhang Qiang even walked with the wind.

"Secretary, long time no see."

"Hello, Secretary."

After Zhang Qiang had lunch, he went to the fields for a walk. He met several young men who had returned from the city. He greeted them with a smile.

On weekdays, all the young children in everyone's family go to the city to work, and these old bones are the only ones left in the whole village.

Now, he felt that the whole village was bustling with activity.

Zhang Qiang suddenly remembered something and said seriously:

"The day after tomorrow night, all of us in the village will have a meal together. Remember to come. It's in the open space in front of the factory. It's the only place in our village that can accommodate so many people."

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely come. I haven't been back to the village for a long time. I didn't expect it to have changed so much."

The two young men smiled and nodded.

This time, the factory rent was divided equally among each person. If there were people like Wang Chunping who lived in a household with only one or two people, or if their family was in a particularly difficult situation and needed help, one more person's rent would be counted as one.

At that time, Jiang Jiang was in charge of calculation and distribution. After seeing the amount of money each household received, he suggested that everyone round up the money, and the extra thousand yuan or so could be used to buy various ingredients and snacks so that the whole village could have a happy meal together.

This proposal really touched the hearts of Zhang Qiang and others. They were getting older and loved to see everyone gathered together, so they immediately agreed to Jiang Jiang's proposal.

"Dip~dip~"

Jiang Jiang was lying in the room resting when she was startled by the sudden sound of a motorcycle horn.

She lifted a corner of the curtain and poked her head out to look out.

Not far from her house, two young men seemed to be talking enthusiastically about the motorcycle.

The one on the left seems to be Uncle Xu’s son Xu Dazhuang. Who is the other one?

The man had his back to Jiang Jiang, so she couldn't see him clearly.

I saw two people talking and laughing, and the other person reached out and patted the motorcycle twice, motioning the other person to sit on it.

After a while, the two men left on their motorcycles.

Jiang Jiang lowered the curtains and marveled.

It's amazing that they could get a motorcycle up the mountain road in their village.

"Haozi! This motorcycle is really nice. It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Qian Hao rode a motorcycle and took Xu Dazhuang for a ride in the village. He felt so excited as he received envious looks from the villagers.

He grinned, showing his teeth.

"Hey, I went to work in the city, and I sold this with the money I earned."

"Uncle Wang, do you want to take a look?"

Qian Hao parked the car on the side of the road, and Xu Dazhuang got out of the car on his own accord.

We are all friends who grew up together, so we all know each other. Qian Hao bought something good and just wanted to show off in front of everyone.

But this motorcycle looks really good. I heard it is some kind of mountain motorcycle, which is quite suitable for driving around their village.

He was also a little itchy. The family had several thousand dollars in income, so he thought about buying a motorcycle or something for convenience.

But his father said that he wanted to save money for him to get married, so he decided not to buy a motorcycle.

Uncle Wang was carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back and holding two bundles of branches and leaves in his hands. His trouser legs were covered in mud and he put the things on the ground.

Looking at the brand new motorcycle and then at his muddy hands, he hesitated.

Qian Hao waved his hand.

"Uncle, touch it if you want. If it gets dirty, I'll just wipe it off later. It's just a motorcycle. I'll buy a car in the future."

Uncle Wang smiled and nodded.

"You kid, you've only been working for half a year, and you want to buy a car in the future?"

"I, your uncle, have been digging in the dirt for most of my life and I haven't even bought a motorcycle. You young people are really good."

Qian Hao smiled foolishly and touched the back of his head.

Uncle Wang wiped his hands on his trousers, touched the leather seat of the motorcycle, and then touched the headlight on the front of the motorcycle, full of love.

"Let me ride on your motorcycle next time. Forget it today. There's so much fuel. It would be bad if the motorcycle is scratched."

"This is the first motorcycle in our village."

"Okay, uncle, let's go first."

hum~

The motorcycle drove away.