After answering the phone, the middle-aged fat man was completely wilted.
During the whole process of answering the phone, he basically didn't say a few words, and kept listening... No way, he could only listen to the leadership's instructions.
After returning the phone to Chen Mu, the middle-aged fat man turned pale, and said "thank you" on his own initiative,
Thank you sister, thank you...
Chen Mu didn't have a good look at them, and while stuffing the phone in his pocket, he said, "Hurry up and pay, well, it's too late today, forget it, and get out of here tomorrow morning."
"Okay, we're leaving tomorrow."
The middle-aged fat man nodded in agreement obediently, without the arrogance he had before.
Chen Mu took another look at the middle-aged man who spoke before, and said, "Next time, if I find you turn your eyes to a woman, don't blame me for beating you up."
The middle-aged man didn't dare to look at Chen Mu, and quickly lowered his head.
Chen Mu turned around and walked into the room, where there was a small table with his favorite dishes on it.
Chen Mu sat over, and while eating, he said to Aunt Gu Li: "Auntie, don't worry about this kind of thing in the future, the village is not short of this honor, as long as everyone's life is getting better and better, any honor will be given to you." here."
Aunt Gu Li understood it this time, and nodded: "Okay, I see, if there are people like this coming to our village in the future, I will never talk to them again."
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The next day, Chen Mu led the villagers to start harvesting seabuckthorn fruits.
Seabuckthorn is fiery red, and a series of growths are densely packed on the paper strips of the branches, and the color is particularly beautiful.
According to the instructions of the Uighur girl, the harvesting of seabuckthorn fruits is a bit special. You can't pick the fruit directly, because the skin of the fruit is easy to break, and it will rot once you pick it.
Therefore, it is necessary to cut off the whole branch and the fruit together, and then put it in the freezer to freeze as soon as possible, and rub it off the branch after the fruit is frozen, which will be easy and will not destroy the nutritional content of the fruit.
After the Uighur girls explained, the villagers knew what to do, and each was given a pair of scissors and a basket, and began to harvest.
Chen Mu picked one and put it in his mouth to try it, um, it was sweet and sour, and it tasted good.
The Uighur girl also ate one. She blinked and said, "This is the top sea-buckthorn fruit. It doesn't have astringent taste at all. It grows very well."
Chen Mu didn't say a word, but he took it for granted.
He counted vitality points in the orchard, from the beginning.
In one year, the fruit tree grows tall and strong. If it were in other places, it would take at least three years for the fruit tree to really produce fruit. He has done it in one year now, and it can be said that it is entirely due to the effect of vitality.
Because the scale of the orchard is not too large, after two days of harvesting, all the sea buckthorn fruits were harvested.
Li Wenjing has been waiting, constantly transporting seabuckthorn fruits to Bahe Town.
They don't have a freezer here, and it's too late to build one, so they can only rent one in Bahe Town to store the sea buckthorn fruit.
After finishing the work, Chen Mu sat in the yard with the Uighur elders and Kurbanjiang at night, and said: "This year's seabuckthorn fruit harvest is considered to be a bumper one, so I am relieved. Next year we will expand the scale and plant more seabuckthorn trees and trees." Jujube trees, so the village must keep people here, and they can’t all go to the forest farm.”
If you want to expand the size of the orchard, you must have enough manpower. It is easy to plant trees, but it is difficult to care for them.
Not to mention anything else, just talk about the period of time when the seabuckthorn fruit bears fruit. It took everyone a lot of effort to guard against the fact that sparrows flew to steal the fruit all day long.
Every day, not only use bamboo poles to drive them away, but also set off firecrackers to frighten them, which is impossible without human hands.
"What about the forest farm? The forest farm can't be empty."
Kurbanjiang asked.
"We will recruit people in the future."
Chen Mu recounted the results of the discussion between himself and the female doctor, and then said: "In the future, everyone's wages will be raised. Well, the company can pay a higher salary for the people in our villages than those outside. The moon is about a hundred high."
"No, no, no...it's already very high."
Kurbanjiang and the old Uyghur shook their heads at the same time. The appearance of the two uncles and nephews seemed to be carved out of the same mold.
The Uighur old man has always played the role of Chen Mu's old housekeeper, and he can't stand any waste of money. For him, "Xiaomu's money is hard-earned", and no one can waste it.
And Kurbanjiang is now a bit over the role of "steward", which started from the previous 6 million road construction dividends.
The six million was allocated to the village account at once. Nothing was more shocking to him than this. This made him realize intuitively that Muya Forestry really had a part of their village. All of a sudden, he has a lot of "master" vigor.
The old Uighur said: "The people in the village are already paid very high wages. They can't do much work, and it's inappropriate to earn too much."
Kurbanjiang also nodded: "Xiaomu, if you want to recruit people, you must recruit people who can work, and it doesn't matter if you pay more.
But now the people in our village are all old people and women, and they get paid more for less work. Outsiders may not know what to think of us, I am afraid that they will become uninterested in doing work. "
Chen Mu thought about it, and felt that it made sense.
There is a shortage of labor in the village. They are old people and children, and most of the middle-aged people have gone to work outside.
It would indeed appear unfair if they were paid too high a wage, even more than the recruits.
At that time, if those recruited people also look up to the people in the village and just do foreign work and don't work, it will really ruin the atmosphere.
After thinking it over, Chen Mu said, "Okay, the people in the village should raise their wages a little bit, and work every day to become one hundred yuan a day."
The old Uighurs and Kurbanjiang thought about it for a while. In fact, they felt that there was no need to raise wages in their hearts. It is already very good now.
I come to the forest farm to work every day, the work is not tiring, everyone chats while working, and I can have two meals in the cafeteria when I go to work: breakfast and lunch... There is really nothing more comfortable than this kind of life.
But since Chen Mu said so, they didn't want to live up to Chen Mu's good intentions, and they didn't want to push the villagers' benefits outside. It's not good to spread the news, so they agreed.
"Brother Kurbanjiang, how is the road repair?"
After talking about recruitment and salary, Chen Mu asked about road construction.
This matter must be stepped up. After the orchard expands, there must be a road to transport the fruit out or build a processing plant.
Kurbanjiang said: "I'm already applying, because the project on this road is relatively large and needs approval from the city, so it has been delayed for a while, and it should be soon."
Now, with the Xiaguo Highway Law becoming more and more perfect, it is no longer the era when just anyone can build roads.
Roads are divided into expressways, first-class roads, second-class roads, third-class roads, and fourth-class roads according to their technical grades, and the specific classification standards are determined by the competent traffic department.
If you want to build roads, you must get approval from the relevant government departments.
During this period of time, Kurbanjiang has been running applications, and it is expected that the construction will start in September, and the construction period will be about half a year.
"When this road is built, our village will be the only one in this area."
Kurbanjiang was very excited and couldn't help giving himself a thumbs up.
Among the ten miles and eight villages in this desert, only their Yakash village has the ability to build a road.
This is indeed an awesome thing.
Even the old Uighurs couldn't help smiling.