Good intentions

Li Qingchuan said straightforwardly: "Feng Gang, just tell me what you want to say. I will definitely do it for you if it can be done."

Feng Gang thanked me first, then said: "This is what happened. I graduated from high school and was bored at home. Young people like us can't farm, so I want to do some small business."

"Oh?" Li Qingchuan's eyes lit up.

Feng Gang continued, "I am a farmer, and my ancestors have all been farmers, so the business I do is also rural business. In the past few years, I heard that the peanuts were collected by the vendors called by you, the village chief. The vendors from outside are not only demanding, but also keep the price very low. So I wonder if we can stop the vendors from entering the village to collect peanuts this year."

Li Qingchuan asked, "Do you want to collect peanuts?"

Feng Gang nodded, "That's right, I want to do this peanut business. This year, the peanut harvest in our village is pretty good, and the price of peanut oil is rising all the way, so I want to try this business first to see if it works?"

Li Qingchuan lowered his eyebrows and thought about it. He is the head of the village, and his family doesn't farm much. He definitely can't support himself and his wife with just the public grain. Every year he relies on some extra income, such as collecting peanuts. He calls vendors from outside and gets extra commissions.

Feng Gang is cutting off his own financial resources by doing this.

While Li Qingchuan was thinking, Song Yuting was busy saying good things: "Qingchuan, let Gangzi do this. No matter what, Gangzi is doing it for the good of the villagers in the village."

Li Qingchuan thought for a while and asked: "Feng Gang, are there any markets for the peanuts you harvested?"

Feng Gang shook his head: "Not at the moment, but I can still go out and find them. As for business, this just needs to be a little more active, and it shouldn't be a big problem."

Li Qingchuan glanced at him and looked down on him: "Do you have any connections?"

"Uh... No..."

"You don't have any connections. You want to harvest peanuts? Who will you give them to? You collect two yuan, but others buy yours for one yuan and eighty cents. What will you do?"

"Of course I won't sell them." Feng Gang said without hesitation.

"You don't want to sell? Fine, you can carry it away, you can exchange it for somewhere else. You have no relationship with them, why should they give you a good price? This one doesn't want it, and the next one doesn't want it either. What will you do?"

"I'll just store it at home and bargain with them." Feng Gang said. Seeing that Li Qingchuan looked down on him, he continued, "Village chief, you don't have to worry about this. I will take care of the sales myself. When I make money, I will definitely not treat you unfairly. If it doesn't work, don't you still have me? I'm not afraid."

Feng Gang smiled innocently.

Song Yuting still said nice things: "Qingchuan, just give Xiaogang a chance, let him fight, if he fights well, you don't have to worry about it in the future. Besides, don't you have to deal with the potato planting now, and you can't spare time to do it."

Li Qingchuan thought to himself, anyway, he made tens of thousands of yuan from selling potato seeds this time, and he would give some gifts to the leaders of the town. He didn't say much, and he got half of it. He asked the dealers to come in and collect the peanuts, and he would only get a commission of a few thousand yuan after all the trouble. He really didn't care about it now.

A more critical problem is that Feng Gang doesn't seem to be easy to deal with. He was given acupuncture last night, and the needle flew out abruptly, so Li Qingchuan suspected that Debo was helping him.

It's no longer effective to torture Feng Gang with this method, so we can find other ways to torture him. This time he wants to jump into the pit by himself, so I can only send him off.

You have no connections and no money, so you'll have to wait and see how you get yourself killed.

"Okay." Li Qingchuan nodded, "We'll leave the peanut harvesting in our village to you. You have to do it well, don't mess it up, or I won't let you go. I'll also be a little tough on you, don't pin your hopes on me, I won't have the time to care about you if you can't sell your stuff."

Feng Gang was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly to make a promise: "Don't worry, village chief, I won't let you down."

Li Qingchuan secretly calculated in his heart: "When you harvest 10,000 to 20,000 kilograms of peanuts, I'll give a heads up to those vendors, hehe, and let you keep all the 10,000 to 20,000 kilograms of peanuts at home to feed the rats!"

Li Qingchuan pretended to "care" again, and Feng Gang got up and left.

Song Yuting followed him and sent him to the main room.

Smelling a faint fragrance, Feng Gang's heart was moved. He turned his head and looked around Song Yuting's proud peaks and said, "Sister Yuting, thank you so much."

Song Yuting giggled and said, "You must repay me well someday."

Feng Gang did not back down and whispered, "Don't worry, I will be there whenever you ask me out! I will definitely serve you beautifully and happily."