The meeting of the full committee of the village committee of Xilong Villa lasted for more than two hours. Such a meeting will be held the next day after Zhang Lang comes back from going out.

First, ask him for instructions on matters that he needs to decide, and second, report to him about the big and small things that have happened in the village recently.

Finally, after everyone finished reporting what was supposed to report, Zhang Lang talked about another thing, "In a few days, it will be Double Ninth Festival! I will send comfort to the elderly this year, and I can't continue to pay money! The elderly in the village have pensions, and they don't have much money to spend, so I'd better give some affordable things!"

Everyone looked at each other in the conference room, and no one spoke, but they were muttering in their hearts, "It's better to pay for money!"

But no one dared to challenge Zhang Lang's authority. Once Zhang Lang spoke up and decided on something, even the fourth uncle had the courage to refute him.

This is the "momentum". Zhang Lang's general trend in Xilong Villa has been established.

There is no need to speak, sometimes the villagers who can suppress their eyes can't speak.

"The director is right! It's more affordable to send things to the elderly! I don't want to spend money to them, and I'll leave them all for my children and grandchildren! I think their pension can be replaced with some physical items in the future!" Zhao Delin agreed with a smile.

"It's really a tragic!" The others looked at Zhao Delin with sympathy, "If this is said, you Zhao Delin are waiting to be cleaned up! Those old people dare not ask for trouble for the director, but they dare to point at your Zhao Delin's nose and scold you! It's useless to get hit on you!"

"Cough! Cough!" Zhang Lang coughed twice, and said to himself, "It doesn't matter if you Zhao Delin want to flatter me, you can't take such a big risk, right?"

"I didn't hear what Brother Delin said just now! Did you hear it?" Zhang Lang looked around at the village committee members in the conference room, and the threatening meaning in his words was very obvious.

"Oh! You're old! You can't accept your old age! It's not that you're dazzled, why are your ears not working? Delin! Did you say something just now? Why didn't I hear it at all?" The fourth uncle, who was old and became a spirit, immediately understood what Zhang Lang meant and pretended to be digging his ears.

"Old Zhao just spoke? I was distracted just now and didn't hear it!" Guan Baoshu continued to say the fourth uncle.

"No! I didn't hear it!" Everyone else understood that Zhang Lang was issuing a ban.

In fact, Zhang Lang had to do this. No matter what, Zhao Delin also wanted to support himself. Although what he said was a bit inappropriate, as a leader, he had to protect him.

Zhao Delin's words just now were just to echo Zhang Lang, and he had no brains at all. After saying that, he was scared and sweated.

If my words were spread, they would offend all the elderly in the village. Not only the elderly, but also the young people.

Who doesn’t know that the elderly can’t spend money? The money ends up falling into the pockets of their children.

His words are suspected of cutting off people's wealth.

Seeing that everyone was very tactful, Zhang Lang nodded with satisfaction, and then said his decision, "This Double Ninth Festival, each elderly person gave each box of ten kilograms of eggs, ten kilograms of soybean oil, twenty kilograms of pork, fifty kilograms of rice, fifty kilograms of white flour, and bananas and oranges!"

"That's great! And orange bananas? Our tiger baby has been making trouble for several times!" Yang Fengqin said with a smile.

"Hey! I said organ, why are you happy? That's for the old man, not for your son!" Liu Haifeng joked.

"Same! He gave the child his grandparents, but in the end they all got into the child's mouth?" Yang Fengqin smiled.

What Yang Fengqin said was very realistic and realistic. Zhang Lang knew in his heart, but even a god could not change this situation.

I sent a lot of things this time, and it totaled more than 100 yuan.

It’s okay to say that orange bananas may not be valuable in the south, but in the northeast, it is definitely a rare thing.

This time, Zhang Lang was caused by the reason why he gave birth to bananas and oranges.

He put some southern fruits into the storage ring in Xiangjiang, but later he forgot. It was not until he cleaned up the things in the storage ring some time ago that he found out that he took them out for his son and younger sister to taste them.

As for children, they always like to show off. No matter how smart Zhang Qi and her younger sister are, they are still children. They took the bananas that Zhang Lang gave them and ran to the street to show off. So Zhang Lang's home was once again flooded by naughty children.

The naughty kids don’t care about those. They knew that Grandpa Lang had delicious fruits they had never seen before, so they naturally went to Zhang Lang to ask for them.

How many can Zhang Lang pretend to be casually?

If Zhang Qi and Xiaomei eat, they may be able to eat for two days. The naughty children in the village add one piece, and each person can't even get a bite.

There was no choice but to promise to buy it for them. Zhang Lang just asked Pengcheng to buy oranges, bananas and other fruits in large quantities. This time, he also sent them the opportunity to continue the Double Ninth Festival.

Who has no elderly people?

He knew very well that the elderly would not be willing to eat the goods, and they would leave them to their grandchildren, but the elderly wanted to be happy.

Zhang Lang sent the orange banana to the elderly and asked them to use it to coax their grandchildren. For the elderly, it would be more satisfying to send them anything.

"Okay! If there is no other opinion, then it will be decided to leave the meeting!" Zhang Lang stood up and announced the meeting.

"Director! Zhao Dezhu is here! He has come to you several times! Now I'm waiting for you in your office!" As soon as Zhang Lang walked out of the conference room, the village department officer came to report.

"Yes!" Zhang Lang nodded.

He knew that Zhao Dezhu was looking for him to invest in business, and he was going out for a week and probably would have gotten him crazy.

"Director!" Zhao Dezhu was sitting on the sofa when he saw Zhang Lang entering the door and stood up to say hello.

"Come? Is the plan done?"

"It's done!" Zhao Dezhu hurriedly took out a stack of plans written on manuscript paper and handed them to Zhang Lang with both hands.

Zhang Lang took it, flipped it around, and put it aside.

"Zhao Dezhu, have you been to the capital?"

"No!" Zhao Dezhu shook his head.

"Do you know the capital?"

"The capital is the capital of our country. There is Tiananmen Square, the Great Wall, and the Imperial Palace..." Zhao Dezhu said like an endorsement about the capital he heard about on TV and from others.

"What does this have to do with the business you do? Do you know how much our mountain goods cost per pound in Beijing? You said that you can open a store that specializes in selling mountain goods in Beijing, so do you know how much rent is in Beijing? Which street is the right store to open?"

Zhao Dezhu was stunned by Zhang Lang's question. He didn't know about these things. He had never been to the capital.
Chapter completed!