Mr. Chen San's words were like a barrage of words, and he spoke again, "Just for that barren slope, a day's wages of tens of dollars, and a tree of tens of dollars, do the young masters really think that the money of the old Duan family is all in the wind?" Could it be scraped over?"
When Duan Wenjun heard this, he became even more unhappy.
This is my Duan family's money.
What does it have to do with you, a sharecropper, if I spend my own money?
"Third Master, how the family's money is spent seems to have little to do with you, right?" Duan Wenjun stared at Mr. Chen and spoke.
Everyone could feel that his tone was a bit unkind.
"Your father dotes on you and lets you do whatever you want. I can't control it in Wangjiang, but in this part of the family fort, now that I've seen it, I absolutely can't stand idly by." Mr. Chen San's face turned red. "Otherwise, wait. After I die, how can I live up to my old employer, my old employer?"
Old club, old club...
Together with Duan Daxiong, this is really the land that the Duan family has cultivated for three generations.
At this moment, Duan Wenjun finally understood what Duan Daxiong's earnest words yesterday meant.
Yesterday, when Duan Wenjun said that he would call farmers to announce the reconstruction plan for the south slope, Duan Daxiong said that there was no need to call everyone, just the leaders of each operation.
At that time, after he helped Duan Wenjun make the list, he added Mr. Chen San's name.
He said that the south slope reconstruction plan was a major event for Duanjiabao, so Mr. Chen San must be invited to the scene.
Moreover, he was also sure that Mr. Chen San would probably object when the time came, so Duan Wenjun should be mentally prepared.
Duan Daxiong said that it was not convenient for him to come forward.
So, he didn't come today.
Duan Wenjun has always wondered why Duan Daxiong was so afraid of a tenant farmer.
Moreover, he also wondered why anyone would object if he already paid his wages.
Now, he finally understood.
Mr. Chen San is not a bad person.
Even, he is still dedicated to safeguarding the interests of the Duan family.
How could such an old man be harshly criticized?
The nameless anger in his heart was suppressed by Duan Wenjun.
He patiently said again, "Third Master, I just said that the Nanpo reconstruction plan will occupy a lot of land and cost a lot of money, but it is something that will benefit future generations. Are you really going to Are you watching helplessly as the descendants of Duanjiabao continue to irrigate the crops with their hands on their shoulders?"
Mr. Chen San was stunned when he heard this, but did not speak immediately.
"I guarantee that if the transformation plan is successful, within five years, the output of the fields will be 50% higher than it is now. And our Duanjiabao will always have endless work to do and endless wages to earn. Within five years, In 2019, I hope that all of us in Duanjiabao will be able to live in large blue-brick houses."
Mr. Chen San didn’t believe it at all. “Shaodongjia, I thank the Shaodongjia for their ambition on behalf of the farmers in Duanjiabao, but don’t you think this is ridiculous? Do you know how to farm? Do you understand the lives of these farmers? What kind of life is it? Do you know how hard it has been for my boss to work day and night these years to create the Duan family's fortune?"
"It's okay for you to be ridiculous and unruly in Wangjiang. After all, it is the county town. Even if something happens, my boss sells houses, land, and shops to save you. That's the boss's love for his son." Mr. Chen San sighed, "But Duan Jiabao is If the roots of the Duan family are messed up indiscriminately, I am afraid that the nearly century-old Duan family's family fortune will be ruined!"
At this point, Mr. Chen San's eyes were filled with tears and his voice was choked with sobs.
Duan Wenjun was also a little moved in his heart.
Although Mr. Chen San's words don't sound good, you can feel his sincerity.
He is afraid that he is fooling around; he is afraid that he will ruin the Duan family's fortune.
"Mr. Chen San, the young master said that this is a good thing that will benefit our Duanjiabao. This is because the master loves us farmers, why do you keep saying rude words?" Zeng Aming spoke in the crowd.
"Aren't you relying on your old age to show off your old age? Why do you teach the young master a lesson?" Tuesday Dog echoed.
"I think you're just worried that your family has less land!" Another person said, "Who allowed your Chen family to have so many children? Your boss is giving you more land every year, so why don't you get the advantage and do your best?"
"The young master is spending his own money, it's none of your business! Do you want you to point fingers here?" Zeng Aming added.
Everyone was worried that Duan Wenjun would withdraw the Nanpo reconstruction plan after being interfered with by Mr. Chen San, and a lot of money would be wasted.
One month is enough to earn thousands of cash, or even more, but don't let Mr. Chen San mess with it.
Therefore, their speech is difficult to hear.
Mr. Chen San's expression also became extremely ugly.
Yes, to be honest, Duan Wenjun spent the Duan family's money, and it really had little to do with him.
But for the Duan family, he had to stand up.
Facing these pressing questions from others, he was not easy to argue.
At this time, Duan Wenjun slowly walked down from the stage and came to Mr. Chen San.
In everyone's surprised eyes, he bowed deeply to Third Master Chen, "Thank you Third Master for your teaching, and thank Third Master for everything you have done for the Duan family. What happened in Wangjiang was Wenjun's absurdity in the past, but it won't happen anymore. Third Master , don’t be angry, take good care of your health, and wait until we live together in a big blue brick house in a few years!"
People around were stunned.
They originally thought that Duan Wenjun came down to ask Mr. Chen San to accuse him. After all, his scandal was exposed in front of so many people and he lost face.
I heard that the young master has a very bad temper.
And what’s good about young people is face.
Seeing Duan Wenjun coming down, some people began to worry whether the young master's family was going to take action against Mr. Chen San.
I heard that when the young master's family was at Wangjiang, they even dared to beat up the county magistrate's son.
What's more, a tenant farmer of the Duan family?
However, they did not expect that Duan Wenjun would actually bow to Mr. Chen San and say those words to Mr. Chen San.
He is no longer as violent as the rumors say. He is like a humble gentleman who listens to the teachings of his elders.
Is this still the rumored eldest young master of the Duan family?
Mr. Chen San was also stunned.
He had already thought about it. Even if he risked his life, he would say everything he needed to say.
When he came out, he had already told his son, grandson, and great-grandson that if he really died here, no one in the Chen family would be jealous of his employer. This was his own choice.
The reason why the Chen family exists is because of the Duan family.
Although, he knew that his grandchildren and great-grandchildren might not understand it for the time being, but his sons would definitely understand.
Seeing Duan Wenjun walking towards him, he was almost determined to die.
However, seeing Duan Wenjun bow deeply to him, he suddenly felt at a loss.
Especially, when Duan Wenjun looked at him and spoke, his eyes were so clear that there was no trace of evil thoughts in his eyes. Mr. Chen San was suddenly shaken.
Is this still the young master’s family in the rumors?
Is this the rumored eldest son of the Duan family?
Gu Hongfu whispered a few words into Mr. Chen's ear. Mr. Chen's eyes that were almost narrowed suddenly widened. He stared at Duan Wenjun, "Is it really possible?"
"It's really possible!" Duan Wenjun nodded.
"The yield per mu is 50% higher?"
“The yield per mu is 50% higher, and maybe it will be even higher in the future.”
"Do you really have other income?"
"At least there are fish and silk. As for the others, I still need some time to tinker with them."
"My boss really agreed?"
"My father has calculated that it will not be a loss and will benefit future generations."
Bless future generations...
