The reason why Zhao San recognized Mao Yiming was that he deliberately went to Zhao Rong's father's house a few days ago.

Zhao Rong is the director of the cannery in the county. As soon as he enters his father's house, there is a photo frame in a conspicuous place, with many photos of Zhao Rong and various leaders on it.

The photo of Mao Yiming and Zhao Rong is naturally also on the photo frame.

"Hello, Comrade Mao." Zhao San suppressed the excitement in his heart and shook hands with others:

"We are in the busy farming season. I wonder what style you want to adopt?"

However, the strength of the handshake betrayed his excitement.

"That's it, let's investigate and find out." Mao Yiming was calm and did not show any emotion:

"What's the wheat yield per mu this year?"

"800 kilograms! No problem. Not to mention Yuanmeng County, even the entire province, there is no output like ours!"

Zhao San was extremely proud, this was the truth.

"I heard from the weathermen wandering around the village. They said that widespread rainfall is coming. Will the harvest be completed?"

Zhao San hesitated.

"You can collect all the hammers!" Zhao Yan ran in furiously.

"Hey! You little tiger boy, do you have the right to interrupt what the adults are saying?" Zhao San almost jumped out of anxiety and scolded his eldest son.

"Dad, when you have time, please call the county agricultural supplies company and tell them when to buy the harvester and threshing machine."

Zhao Yan hurriedly went to the corner to move diesel:

"Seeing that there are only three days left, even if Brother Sichen doesn't eat or drink and only drives the harvester, it's impossible to recover the remaining wheat!"

"Sichen is from a foreign village. Even if he is just to make money, he would give his life to the wheat from our village."

"You have time to spend time with these idle style-collecting experts. Why don't you do something serious?"

"Si Chen is right. Without the support of the second harvester, some of our Zhaojiayuan's wheat will rot in the ground!"

Zhao San almost didn't catch his breath and passed over!

He was so anxious that he broke into cold sweat and cursed:

"It's so easy to buy a harvester? Don't be so stupid if you don't know!"

"The leaders above have said that it is really the busy farming season and the supply of all kinds of agricultural machinery is in short supply."

"Even if I go to the city to pick up the goods, there is nothing."

"Harvester, harvester, can you create it just by thinking about it?"

In the "Expert Collection Experts" team, the director of the Agricultural Machinery Bureau was even more sweaty than Zhao San!

It's not that he didn't act, it's just that the situation is true.

Yesterday, he asked the errand runners to rush to the provincial capital, hoping that there would be one there!

Mao Yiming and Li Fumin, who were in the crowd, watched the reactions of these people calmly and had an idea in their hearts.

"Ah! It's over!" Zhao Yan exclaimed, ran over with half a barrel of diesel, and yelled:

"Dad, we're out of gas. I have to go to the gas station."

"Go! Go quickly!" Zhao San thought, finally he could send this little kid away.

"But, there are no gas tickets anymore. These diesel fuels will have to be settled with Si Chen in the future. You can't pay 6 cents a liter for others, right?"

If you have a gas stamp, it's 30 cents a liter, but if you don't, it's 60 cents a liter.

Zhao Yan's words had already made Zhao San give up on treatment.

He looked at the sky speechlessly and said coldly: "Si Chen is so generous that he won't care about these thirty cents."

"I care! How can I not care?" Zhao Yan said very seriously:

"Sichen's machine needs at least 10 liters to fill it up, so that's three yuan."

"The engine is still running, and it will have to be refueled in less than three hours."

"If you turn it twenty-one or two hours a day, you have to add oil seven times, which is three-seven-twenty-one."

"If you don't have a gas ticket, how about 42 yuan?"

Zhao San was stunned, and the fire between his fingers burned to the cigarette butts, burning his fingers severely before he came back to his senses:
Chapter completed!