"Brother Wolf, you have to take us to take a hot spring bath! We also have to experience the small wooden house in the mountains." Halfway through the wine, the little fifth son came to Zhang Lang and pestered Zhang Lang to take them into the mountain.

"Okay! This is not easy! Mom! I'll take you into the mountain when I'm sending Jianguo to report tomorrow, and I'll take you into the mountain when I come back!" Entering the mountain was not a big deal for Zhang Lang, and he agreed readily.

It’s a big deal to go to the mountain to soak in the hot springs. Zhang Lang and his wife often go to take a couple bath at night before coming back to bed.

For others, it takes half a day to get to the pheasant's back, but for Zhang Lang and Tang Feifei, that's a matter of changing the mind.

On the refined land, in addition to being able to control the land like a manipulating an arm and understanding everything that happens on the land, one of the oceans is teleportation. Zhang Lang can move to any place in an instant, of course, the premise is that the land in this place has been refined by him.

The discovery of this ability made Zhang Lang know that the god of Fortune is not as incompetent as in the novel.

It’s just that he hasn’t discovered it yet, or his practice is not enough and his supernatural powers have not been revealed.

When the wine was half over, everyone's energy was transferred from the wine to the table before the dishes were served.

"Brother Wolf! The dishes in your village are not only pork, but also mutton. They are also different from the vegetables I ate before!" Xiao Wuzi was still confused about the difference in the dishes.

"Come on! It's not that I look down on you people in the capital. You're better in summer. When winter comes, you're apart from cabbage and carrots! Do you know what tastes different!" Zhang Lang smiled and slammed.

"Brother Wolf! What you said, my old man has a quota at least! I can also benefit from it in winter and can also eat cucumbers. Are you okay?" Xiao Wuzi retorted with dissatisfaction after blushing.

"Okay! Then what's different about it?" Zhang Lang asked with a smile.

"I can't say it, anyway, I just feel that it's better than what I used to eat!" Xiao Wuzi scratched her head.

"Haha! I don't think it's different! If you want to say it's different, the chefs are different! We are cooked by the imperial chef, and the taste is of course delicious!" Zhang Lang said disapprovingly.

"Wolf cub, I know what this little brother wants to say! Do you think this cucumber is crisper and has a sweet smell when eaten?" Guan Baoshu asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes! That's the taste! Oh! I just don't know how to express it!" Xiaowuzi finally met a confidant.

"Wolf cub, the vegetables produced in our village taste much better than those produced outside without greenhouses! The same is true for the pigs raised in our village. The backward stone patterns are very clear, and they are almost catching up with beef! Don't you know these?" Guan Baoshu asked with a smile.

"I don't know! No one has ever told me!" Zhang Lang looked confused. Baptizing the village's crops with incense can increase yield, baptizing livestock can speed up the growth of livestock and improve the taste. This is the first time he has heard of it.

He really didn't feel that there was anything different. The vegetables in the early 1980s were all pure natural green and organic vegetables. In this era, fertilizers were all scarce materials, and the people were reluctant to use scarce fertilizers to grow vegetables.

On the contrary, Zhang Lang, who had been harmed by pesticides and fertilizers for decades in later generations, returned to the 1980s and found everything delicious and full of natural atmosphere.

Naturally, I can't feel any difference in the taste of vegetables.

"No! Uncle Wolf, I clearly heard you and that... Director Zhang of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative said that our greenhouse vegetables taste good! They are more nutritious than summer vegetables!" Yang Fengqin was so drunk that she was not afraid of Zhang Lang anymore, and she boldly revealed his old background.

"What! Where is it? Lao Wang is boasting about selling melons. I, Lao Zhang, don't be happy about selling vegetables, I will praise myself!" Zhang Lang said with laughter and cry.

I felt that no one told him that this was the case. Everyone thought he knew it, so after a long time, everyone became accustomed to the taste of vegetables and didn't care much about it.

Outsiders who came here often ate greenhouse vegetables. They all heard Zhang Lang brag about it and thought that greenhouse vegetables should taste this.

As long as they ate the special vegetables, they would eat them as soon as they ate them. You should know that they had eaten greenhouse vegetables in Beijing before, which were all greenhouse vegetables produced in the south. The taste was different from that of Zhang Lang, the greenhouse vegetables.

"Come on, come on! Drink! Drink! Eat vegetables if you don't drink!" After knowing the whole story, Zhang Lang no longer cared about these things and began to call everyone to continue drinking.

Actually, what can I do if I know? The price of greenhouse vegetables is now sky-high. When everyone has not even solved the daily vegetable problems, who would care about the taste of vegetables? Only these second- and third-generation people are so idle that they care about this kind of thing.

If you really put out vegetables that have been fed with fertilizers and pesticides but are cheap, the people will definitely choose cheap vegetables.

Instead of green organic vegetables with better taste.

If this were put into the 21st century of later generations, some people would rush to buy vegetables like Zhang Lang, such as greenhouses, for 100 yuan per pound.

Zhang Lang couldn't help but sigh for his greenhouse vegetables, and was born at the wrong time.

"Uncle Wolf! Tell me! What factory are you planning to build in the town? I have a clear idea!" Sun Jianguo held the wine glass and came to Zhang Lang.

"The two branches under the furniture factory in our village were originally planned to be built into the village. Since you are here, in order to support your work, I decided to build into the town! In addition to the corresponding management personnel in our village, other workers are recruited from the town! How about it? Is this support force possible?" Zhang Lang asked with a smile.

"Well! I didn't say anything! Uncle Wolf, all the thanks are in the wine, I'll do it!" Sun Jianguo looked up and fucked the wine.

The five-cent wine cup is not stressful at all.

However, a dozen people had already drunk nearly two jars of Monkey Wine at twenty pounds per jar without realizing it.

"You don't have to be polite to me! Working in the town is different from working in ministries and commissions! You must pay attention! The people below are a bit savage, and you must not behave like you for three generations!" Zhang Lang whispered to teach Sun Jianguo the experience of working at the grassroots level.

"I understand, Uncle Wolf!"

"Secretary Su in the town is an old revolutionary! The one who worked with him at the beginning is now a provincial and ministerial leader! So you must respect him. As long as you obtain his support, you will be half successful in your work in the town!"

"I understand!" Sun Jianguo listened carefully to Zhang Lang's words.

"Actually, you don't have to be nervous. The work in towns is just that. Don't be too serious and be more flexible! As long as it is for the good of the people, sometimes you should turn a blind eye to something that can pass by if you can! But you must not participate in it yourself!"

"Uncle Wolf?" Sun Jianguo looked at Zhang Lang in surprise.
Chapter completed!