Chapter 332: Festival music

Chapter 332
"You guys are all calves! If I talk longer, I can still deduct your money?" The village chief laughed and shouted. He didn't read the draft of his belly and shook his account. "This account, yesterday I've worked with my uncle and Zhixia together, and how much profit I will not talk about. I'm afraid to scare you. I will tell you that you can get the dividends in your hands. Everyone can have at least this number.
The old village chief shook his eyebrows, and stretched out a finger.
This look made the anxious person below grit his teeth.
The village chief's behavior is too cheap!
I am so forgotten that I am already old!
"Village chief, isn't it twelve?"
"Impossible! Last year, we each received at least fifty or sixty-two dividends. I just said that this year's profit is better than last year. It is definitely impossible to be twelve. I guess it is one or two hundred!" At one hundred and two, the man's voice was knotted.
"One hundred and two! I guess so!"
"Sure it is! Oh, my family can renovate this year and marry a granddaughter for my grandson!"
The audience was boiling.
The rumours were rising for a while, and the whole winery turned upside down.
Fu Yuzheng stood beside Liu Yusheng, watching this scene, her heart was touched.
She has never seen such a scene. The family and the workers, the whole village, are mingled with each other, like a family, lively and cheerful.
Here you can't see the trembling of the workers against the owner, the slave's face slumped, the hidden distance between people and their separation and defense.
Harmony makes people even feel unreal, like a dream.
It ’s just dreaming, it ’s hard for ordinary people to dream of such a scene, right?
The people here head Xinghua Village, and the villagers are all family members. The distillery is the cause of all of them, the glory they created, and their pride.
Strangely, the Xinghua Village distillery that swept the entire Nanling, no matter what means outsiders use, there is no way to find out the recipes of the distillery from Xinghua Village.
Who will sell their stuff? Who will betray his glory?
In particular, she could not find a trace of greed in those real smiles, and in those simple eyes.
They are really easy to satisfy.
With a monthly salary of ten or two dollars, and a hundred or two dividends at the end of the year, as long as they can make the family have nothing to worry about, no shortage of food and drink, they seem to have nothing to ask for.
One hundred and twenty silver is in Kyoto, but it is a meal for the wealthy.
Then, Fu Yuzhen smiled, glanced over those sincere and simple smiley faces, and smiled from her heart.
The people of Xinghua Village are not fools, but they do not care about the satisfaction brought by money. They care about the precious emotions between people.
That's why they live simple and happy.
Just like Liu Yusheng.
If she is a little ambitious, she will certainly be able to gain both fame and fortune with her ability.
But she didn't. She was always quiet, and after ensuring that her family had nothing to worry about, she set her heart to do what she loved to do.
Fu Yuzheng didn't know whether people affected the environment here or whether the environment here affected people.
But there is no doubt that she likes it here.
A burst of cheering in front interrupted her thoughts, looked up, and saw that the village head Liu Jinfu had started to distribute dividends. The first person held a hundred silver tickets and more than two dozen broken silver, holding a large package of annual gifts A large piece of pork went into the crowd with joy and gave it to his family.
The village chief methodically read the workers' names, stepped forward to receive their own benefits, and walked back to the crowd.
He did not leave immediately, but stayed to continue to participate in this year-end bustle.
Until everyone got the share they deserved, a large group of talents went to the village.
Opposite the Qinghe River, beside the withered and frosted riverbank, someone was watching from the neck, watching the bustling across the river.
This is a scene that has appeared every year in recent years.
Xinghua Village is getting richer and better, and the surrounding villages are envious of envy.
Especially in Xiahua Village, which is only a river away from Xinghua Village, the eyes are red with jealousy.
But there is no way.
The Xinghua Village Winery was opened by the wealthy people in Beijing. Not to mention, the Xinghua Village Blessing Doll is now the county owner, and it is the existence they can not afford to offend.
They can only sigh across the river.
Seeing that the other side was booming, the days passed more and more.
They have always stayed where they were, and even worse, the villagers are getting poorer.
Had it not happened to Xinghua Village, it might be a different picture now.
Regretfully late.
As the year closes day by day, every household in Xinghua Village now has more money and more and more generous shots. It is difficult to see the situation of a few years ago.
In particular, I just received a dividend, and the New Year is more fun.
Paste spring couplets, cut windows, hang red lanterns, prepare festive firecrackers, and kill chickens and gooses to make New Year cakes.
Beaming everywhere.
Liu Yusheng took Fu Yuzheng, followed his grandmother to go home, passed through the yards, walked through the vegetable gardens, and heard laughter along the way.
On the roadside, there were children tied with croissants gathered to throw firecrackers.
They were all released from the long hanging firecrackers, disassembled into pieces, lit and thrown out, listening to the scary bang, the children would laugh into a ball. This is the favorite entertainment for children during the New Year.
Among them was a mischievous baby, who saw cow dung on the side of the road and directly inserted firecrackers on the cow dung to ignite it. When the explosion sounded, watch the cow dung splash.
Had it not been for Liu Yusheng to pull people away in time, Fu Yuzheng would not have been spared.
For this scene, Fu Yuzheng could not return to her mind for a long time, and it was difficult to suppress the twitching of her eyes.
In the vegetable garden on the roadside, there was a scolding soon, and the woman was holding a freshly picked radish in her hand, chasing a group of little babies in a rush to fight, "You eggs, you are playing cow dung! Isn't it dirty? The new clothes you just wore are buried, and when you look back on the big year and you do n’t have clothes, you have to cry! "
"Aunt, we've avoided it long ago, so we won't bury new clothes!"
"Aunt, you have a bad smell, and you're getting cow dung! Come home and change clothes!"
The urchins laughed and laughed, and they were not afraid of the woman's scolding. The scolding was fierce. It was always a thunderstorm and a little rain.
"A bunch of little bunnies!" Watching the children run away, the woman turned back and smiled, with anger on her face.
"After the horse, not all of you are used to it." Wife Liu quipped.
"Such a little cub is so scared and frightened, can you really start?" The woman was not shy, smiled, "Her son, hurry home and prepare the charcoal fire, and the big guy will come to your house to make a new year cake together. Go, your yard is big enough to seat a lot of people! Hey, I ’m the most eager for this kind of snacks. I ’ll dry it as soon as I cook it.

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