Vice Director Qian's old face turned red, "Xiao Mei, what kind of person do you think your uncle is?"
Before coming here, he had not known that Qiao Qingyu's barren land had not been contracted.
Since it had not been contracted, the two thousand yuan for the seeds had to be returned to Qiao Qingyu, but they had no money now.
The over four thousand yuan raised by everyone had dwindled to just hundreds of yuan, and everyone was on edge after planting the thousand silk hemp.
If this endeavor failed, he, Vice Director Qian, would be the culprit responsible in the commune, as there were already people privately complaining and calling him a fool behind his back.
As the old saying goes, there's no turning back once the bow is drawn; having taken this step, he could only continue. Moreover, inexplicably, he felt a trust in Qiao Qingyu, believing that this girl would certainly not let him down.
