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Volume 1_392

Since Ding Changsheng is a bachelor, eating became a big problem, and the town government did not have a canteen, so he had to solve the problem of eating by himself. So Ding Changsheng set the place to eat in a small restaurant at the entrance of the town government, for nothing else, just because it was opened by Yang Heping, the sister-in-law of the Party and Government Office Director.

Zhonghua's affairs have come to an end. Ding Changsheng originally thought that since Zhonghua left Haiyang County, he would probably not be able to work as the acting mayor for a few days. So after the new county magistrate took office, he was waiting to be removed, but after half a month passed, he had no intention of removing him.

Not only that, Zhang Yuanfang has become honest recently, living in simplicity and cannot meet Ding Changsheng all day long, and I don’t know what he is busy with.

Today is the market in Dushan Town. The second day of the lunar calendar, the eighth day, the twelfth day, the twelfth day, the twelfth day, the twelfth day, the twentieth day, the twentieth day, are all markets in Dushan Town. On this day, villagers from all directions will go to the market to buy the daily necessities they need, so every day, the market at the entrance of Dushan Town Government is very lively.

When it was time to eat, Ding Changsheng went downstairs and was about to eat at the small restaurant opposite, but when he turned around, he saw a flower-selling stall at the gate of the town, with various flower pots and various flowers planted. Moreover, the flowers were planted very strangely. For example, a pot of azaleas was not like a common chaotic pot, but this pot of azaleas was trimmed into bonsai, which was very special.

"My fellow villager, how much does this pot of cuckoo cost?"

"Eighty, come and have a pot. It's the flowering season, and it's time to bloom for a while."

"Eighty? So expensive?"

"This is expensive. I have to take care of this pot of flowers for half a year before they can grow like this. And this is not an ordinary azalea. Look at this variety and color. What's more important is this shape. This is called Feng Qiuhuang. You can't grow this shape in less than half a year. Oh, I said, do you know flowers? I went to Shanghai a few months ago. There are really people who know flowers there. If you don't have three hundred yuan, you can't take it away." The man selling flowers showed off.

"Oh, have you been to Shanghai? Go sell flowers?"

"It's not about selling flowers, it's about participating in a domestic azalea expo. I took my own flowers to see the market. It's just like this. I bought ten pots in Shanghai, all of which cost 300 yuan per pot. Unfortunately, I brought fewer ones. If I could bring more, I would have been there."

"Well, okay, I want this pot of flowers, but I want to know, are you from Dushan Town?"

"Yes, I'm from Huangshuiwan, not very far from here. Where can I send you this flower?"

"I'll give you money first, and I'll just move it back by myself after I finish my meal. By the way, why don't you eat together? I'll treat you to you."

"This is not good. I have to sell flowers. One pot is one pot, and it will take several days if I wait for the next market." The man selling flowers said.

Ding Changsheng was sitting at the door of the small restaurant opposite, looking at the man selling flowers while eating, but it could be seen that his business was not good. Since Ding Changsheng bought a pot, he had not sold a pot until he finished his meal, and he had few questions.

Ding Changsheng waved his hand and called the restaurant clerk, "Master Ding, have you eaten?"

"I haven't finished eating. Have you seen the flower seller opposite?"

"Well, I saw it. He sells every episode here. What's wrong with the mayor?" the man asked in confusion.

"Go and put a bowl of noodles for him, send him two eggs in a purse, and keep them in my account."

"Oh, okay, I'll go now."

After dinner, Ding Changsheng did not return to the town government, but moved a stool from a small restaurant and sat next to the flower seller. While looking at the pot of flowers he bought, he was communicating with the flower seller about flowers.

"Do you have a lot of flowers growing in your Murakami?"

"Not many, I'm the only one family. This is not a good job in the countryside. It's better to go out to work and earn money."

"Brother, I feel that your flower planting is good, but there is a problem with the sales. If you sell it here, who can you sell it to? The people are living a uncomfortable life. How can they grow flowers? Besides, the people have been dealing with the land all year round. Although they have never seen the flowers you planted, rural people have long lost interest in flowers and grass. Therefore, in rural markets, you can't sell them at all. If you want to sell, you have to sell them to those who are full and have nothing to do. Do you think what I said is right?" Ding Changsheng asked.

"Brother, you're right. I dreamed of selling these flowers to big cities like Shanghai and Beijing. Haha, but I don't have money. The flowers I planted are not taken seriously and they don't come to buy them, so they can't become a climate at all. I really want to build my own greenhouse so that the flowering period can be advanced. If it can also be opened during the Spring Festival, I can earn a lot of money."

"You see, is this good? You are not from Huangshuiwan Village. I will go to your house tomorrow to see if your flower garden is worth investing. If I look forward to it, maybe I can find someone to invest in you. Then you can expand the scale and form a scale, and you are worth selling it to a big city like Beijing and Shanghai."

"Really, I don't know what kind of work my brother does?" The flower seller was a little dizzy. How could it be his turn to do such a good thing?

"Don't ask about this first, you'll know then." Ding Changsheng picked up the flower pot and entered the town government office building. The flower seller watched Ding Changsheng enter the building at the door, go up to the second floor, and then enter an office. Who is this? But no matter who it is, he must be an official. It seems that his small flower garden is saved.
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