Chapter 667: The Ignorant Villagers

This memory flashed through my mind, Fangzheng had a smile on the corner of his mouth, looked into the distance, and said loudly: "The poor monk consecrated it to you from a distance, and the heart is right, Amitabha! Almighty, rest assured open it!"

If someone else said that, Yang Ping would definitely kick him over, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and curse: "Damn liar!"

But who is Fang Zheng? The children of Yang Hua's family went up the mountain to ask for it! The child of the miracle called a miracle by the hospital! Others don't believe it, but for Fang Zheng, Yang Ping is a hundred and twenty believers! He laughed on the spot: "Thank you, Abbot Fangzheng, for the consecration!"

At this moment, Yang Hua poked his head out, grabbed the loudspeaker, and shouted: "Abbot Fangzheng, you are holding sickles. What are you doing? Harvesting rice?"

Fangzheng shouted with a loud voice, "Yes!"

"Abbot Fangzheng, let's compete! Let's see if it's you who are faster, or our machine! Our big guys are so fierce!" Yang Hua shouted.

Fangzheng glanced at Lone Wolf, this guy has no hands, so he just runs errands. Monkeys can be regarded as a fighting force, but if Honghaier is fully fired, it is too scary... Plus, as a skilled worker, it seems that he may not lose! But after thinking about it, Hong Haier must not be able to use mana, otherwise it would be difficult to explain. I have to restrain myself... Besides, it's not so good to be a monk.

Hearing Yang Hua's yell, Zhou Zishan and others who had been working stood up one after another, looking at the big machine in the distance, their eyes seemed to burst into flames, and they were full of fighting spirit. It's a pity, there are only five of them, how can they beat the machine? Suddenly, his eyes dimmed again...

Seeing this, Fangzheng raised his eyebrows, and said with a loud smile, "Okay! Then Bibi! At night, whoever harvests more wheat will treat guests to dinner!"

"No problem! Haha... Abbot Fangzheng, please order this meal! I won't bully you, let you take it for an hour first!" Yang Hua patted the direction in fear, and said happily. He has full confidence in his big machine.

Song Ergou, Sun Qiancheng, Tan Juguo and others did not stop them. The autumn harvest is a great event. The village added a new machine, and the joy was added to the joy. Everyone made a fuss. lively.

"Hey, Yang Hua is quite domineering. Let me give you an hour. These mikes really have to work hard. I think they can produce one or two acres of rice in one hour." Song Ergou laughed.

"Ordinary people only harvest one mu of land in one day. Even if they are good players, two or three mu of land is already the limit in this kind of muddy river? But our machines can harvest a hundred mu of land a day! Don't let them take an hour , Let them go for a day, they are also a loser!" At this moment, a haughty voice sounded.

Song Ergou and the others were originally just joking, joking, and joining in the fun. But this person's words, although they are right, but why is this tone so superior to others? Is this a little over? Maike also makes money based on his ability, so there is no need to look down on him like this, right?

Turning his head, sure enough, two strangers stood in the crowd without knowing when.

Of these two people, one of them was slightly fat, with eyes, and looked a bit genteel, but he raised his head slightly, and looked at the villagers with a bit of arrogance. And beside him stood a shrewd-looking man, and the one who was talking was the fat-looking man.

Seeing everyone watching, the slightly fat man was even more proud, and continued: "Everyone, I think this game is completely meaningless. The machine wins is a foregone conclusion. But what's the point of winning? What can a monk treat you to eat?" , Can you please eat vegetarian food? The vegetarian food in the temple does not contain five meats, let alone meat, and even oil is reluctant to put more, that kind of thing, tsk tsk... By the way, when will you start work? We are still waiting .”

Everyone looked at this creature who didn't know how to sneak in in astonishment, their eyes were full of dissatisfaction, who is this guy? !

"Manager Sun, you haven't left yet?" Tan Juguo looked at the fat and shrewd man in front of him in surprise. Others don't know each other, but he still knows these two people.

The fat man is called Sun Youqian, and he changed the name himself later, in order to be rich, rich, and richer! He runs combine harvesters, but he is not the boss of the combine harvester factory, but the sales manager. The shrewd man next to him was Jiang Chaowei, a sales consultant for the Combine Harvester Factory. These two people came down with the combine harvester this time. In order to ensure that its own combine harvester can be handed over to customers in good condition, Jiangyong Combine Harvester Factory usually sends a sales consultant to follow them home to see that the combine harvester is normal. Work once before going back.

However, this time, Sun Youqian had nothing to do. He heard that the village bought a combine harvester, so he followed him. He also wanted to see what the scene of One Finger Village, which was in full swing, was like. Moreover, I heard that there are extremely high-quality cold bamboos in One Finger Village, and it is hard to find one. He figured that he was the sales manager of a combine harvester manufacturer anyway, so if he came here like this, he would be treated well anyway, and he would take out a cold bamboo to appetize him? What's more, when he came, he posted on Moments, saying that he came to Yizhi Village to eat the best cold bamboo. Many people booed him to take pictures, and even asked him to take it back for everyone to taste.

Sun Youqian was bragging all about it, but he never expected that the people in One Finger Village were so unscrupulous that no one took him seriously! Instead, they turned around the combine harvester one by one, and then got into a fight with a monk! What's the matter? He is a big manager, but he is not as good as a little monk? A sense of humiliation of being ignored rose in his heart, full of grievances and unwillingness, his eyes were full of anger when he looked at Fangzheng.

Sun Youqian wondered, don't these villagers understand that as long as he is happy, he can give them a discount at any time and save a lot of money?

Instead of being the usual buyer, Sun Youqian should not be sitting on the road, basking in the sun and enjoying the autumn wind, but sitting at the wine table, drinking good wine, eating local products, and bragging. Comparing the two, Sun Youqian has even bigger opinions on One Finger Village! He decided that this machine, he wanted to make money from other angles to the villagers of Yizhi Village! After all, for this kind of machine, there is only the cost of buying the machine on the surface, but there are many other miscellaneous costs, some of which are dispensable, but he believes that with his mouth, these ignorant old hats What should be spent should be spent, and what should not be spent should also be spent!

Having made up his mind, Sun Youqian squinted his eyes, feeling extremely proud, as if the group of villagers in front of him were lambs about to be slaughtered.

Sun Youqian grinned and said, "Secretary Tan, I'm just kidding. The machine has just come out of the ground. I can't leave without making sure everything is running normally."