Zhao Erwa clung to Qing Liu’s hand, and thanked the farm class for earning nearly two thousand yuan a month. How can it be too dirty and tired to work so well that others are about to rob their heads?
"Qing Liu, do you think my wife can come to class?"
"Everyone is a villager in Qing Liu. You can’t favor one over the other!"
There are a total of five places in the queue, and there are dozens of people. Moreover, when I heard that the two women in Zhao Erwa’s family could come to the farm class, there were only three places left, and there were more people in the queue behind, so I was in a hurry.
"Be quiet. Everybody be quiet."
I saw everyone yelling that Qing Liu patted the table, rolled up his hands and put his mouth in a trumpet and said, "Can you listen to me for a few words, folks?"
"Okay, Qing Liu, you say."
"Go ahead."
During this period, Qing Liu was running a farm and some people in the village signed an agreement to buy broilers. Unconsciously, the villagers also had some prestige. As soon as he spoke, everyone was quiet.
"I understand that everyone wants to come to the farm class."
Qing Liu also you’re welcome to come straight to the point and say "what? I feel that the salary is high, but I tell you that the actual salary of more than one thousand dollars in the farm class is not much … "
Chapter one hundred and thirty-seven Example
"What?"
"Isn’t it more than a thousand dollars?"
"Qing Liu’s tone is really big enough!"
Qing Liu, this sentence is like handing a ladle of water into the frying pan, which suddenly makes everyone fry.
Wenchang county is an agricultural county, Yulong village, and even a poor village. It may not be able to earn 10 thousand yuan after a year of hard work.
And everyone in the farm works is jealous and wants to go there to work. Everyone has their own plans. It’s more than 1,000 yuan this month and nearly 20,000 yuan a year. Isn’t that too much?
Listening to the people whispering about Qing Liu’s face with a faint smile and without saying a word, he slowly said, "Dear uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts, you may all recognize me that the salary of more than one thousand yuan a month is not much. This sentence is bragging! That’s good, that troublesome guy will wait a few minutes for you to see it with your own eyes and you will believe it. "
Then he sat down again.
Everyone is at a loss as to what medicine he is selling.
After a few minutes, several people, such as Wang Jing and Aunt Yang, came from the village. All of them were excited and couldn’t wait to laugh.
"Liu Qing has finished counting."
Wang Jing looked tired but excited. She pulled a chair to sit down and handed a small one to Qing Liu with a smile. "All the numbers are registered here."
"Thank you, Wang Jing."
Qing Liu smiled at her and glanced down at it, then held it up and said to those who didn’t feel complete, "This small registration is the number and weight of broilers raised by villagers who promised to feed them themselves next month. I just told you that the farm salary is really not much. If you don’t believe me, just watch here."
Then he looked down at the novel and said, "Aunt Yang?"
Aunt Yang should be a face of beaming alacrity came along.
"You have raised a total of 100 broilers, and the average weight of each broiler is three catties and four taels … It’s 6,950 yuan in total. Do you think this amount is right?"
Qing Liu ourtenant looked at her and said deliberately loudly.
"Six thousand nine hundred and fifty dollars?"
"Oh, my God, did I hear you wrong?"
Next to everyone, they were shocked and unbelievable when they heard this number. They looked at Aunt Yang beaming.
"Well, Qing Liu is right."
Aunt Yang is flattered to nod. This number is that she and Wang Jing have checked it several times and naturally won’t forget it.
"That will do."
Qing Liu will pass her a small smile. "Aunt Yang, please sign my name here and I’ll get you money." He turned and walked into the farm and came out with a suitcase in a few minutes.
Although everyone guessed that the suitcase was filled with money, everyone became excited when Qing Liu hit the suitcase to reveal the neatly placed money inside.
Pass the money to Aunt Yang. Qing Liu noticed that her hands were shaking when she received the money. He joked and said, "Aunt Yang, please count the money. I will not be responsible if you find it missing when you get home."
Aunt Yang grinned and put her finger in her mouth and dipped it in a little saliva and counted it there.
Dally counting money fell on everyone’s ears, and everyone craned their necks and stared at the thick pile of money in Aunt Yang’s hand. They all thought it was the best sound in the world-of course, the most regrettable thing was that the money teller was not himself, otherwise it would be more perfect.
"Yes, that’s right."
Aunt Yang counted it twice and nodded at Qing Liu gratefully. She carefully put the money in her close-fitting pocket and looked at the people’s envious eyes. She didn’t trust her hand to tightly cover her pocket and said hello to Qing Liu, so she turned and walked quickly.
"an aunt Zhang"
Qing Liu smilingly shouted a name and waited for Aunt Zhang to rush along.
"… a total of four thousand three hundred dollars. If there is no problem, please sign your name, aunt Zhang."
Looked at the registration number Qing Liu ourtenant said to her.
Aunt Zhang said to herself regretfully while signing, "Alas, it’s my fault that I was too cautious to raise a little, otherwise I would have received 7 thousand yuan!"
"Aunt Zhang didn’t have to raise more this time, didn’t she?"