I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

"Boss, is there any more water?"

"Gone! Not a single drop left! Instant noodles and sausages? Sold out long ago!"

In the only small shop at the village entrance, Grandpa Zhang was shouting to deal with the Nth wave of tourists pouring in, his expression a mixture of pain and joy.

The problem of the flow of people has been temporarily solved, but new problems have followed one after another.

After wandering around for half a day, the tourists were thirsty and hungry, and their consumption demand was extremely high.

However, the small Jiangjia Village has no supporting commercial facilities at all.

The little stock in Grandpa Zhang's convenience store was sold out in less than an hour. Even the few packs of spicy strips that had expired three days ago at the bottom of the shelf were bought by a live streamer as "limited-edition local specialties".

"Brother Chen, this can't go on."

Wang Dagou ran over, wiping his sweat, and said...

"Tourists have nowhere to eat or drink, the experience is terrible, and they have to leave after a short time. What a waste of tourist traffic!"

Jiang Chen also noticed this problem.

His gaze swept over the elderly people who had stayed behind in the village, gathered together at the entrance, watching the commotion with a mixture of curiosity and envy in their eyes.

Most of these elderly people have children who work away from home, leaving them to tend their small plots of land and live off meager pensions.

They watched the bustling scene before them as if they were watching a movie that had nothing to do with them.

Jiang Chen suddenly had an idea.

He walked straight up to the group of elderly people. The third uncle, the fifth grandmother, and the second uncle who was a little hard of hearing all stood up awkwardly.

"Chenwa, what's up?"

Jiang Chen looked at their hunched backs, their weathered faces, and their eyes that yearned yet dared not approach, and smiled as he spoke.

"Grandpas and grandmas, wouldn't you like to earn some money to buy candy for your grandchildren?"

The elderly people were taken aback, then waved their hands somewhat embarrassedly.

"What can we, with our old arms and legs, do..."

"You're already being kind by not causing trouble for Chenwazi."

Jiang Chen made the decision immediately, his voice loud and clear.

"Who says you can't do it? Today, I'll lead you all to openly and honestly pocket the tourists' money!"

"Let's set up a stall!"

Jiang Chen's execution speed is astonishing.

A phone call was made to a company in the county that specializes in event planning.

"Hello, this is Jiang Chen. I need twenty mobile stall carts, trendy red ones, delivered to Jiangjia Village as quickly as possible!"

"Money is no problem, I'll pay double the express fee!"

Another call was made to the clothing customization factory.

"I need twenty sets of Tang-style work uniforms made urgently, dark blue, with Chinese knot buttons, and the words 'Jiangjia Village' embroidered in gold thread on the chest! They must be delivered this afternoon!"

Subsequently, Jiang Chen directly transferred 50,000 yuan to Wang Dagou.

"Doggy! Our logistics company is now a temporary purchasing department! You take some men to the county town and bring me as much bottled water, instant noodles, sausages, and bread as you can find in the supermarkets!"

"Go to the market again and buy me all the boiled corn, sweet potatoes, and tea eggs!"

"Hurry! Be quick!"

The entire Jiangjia Village was like a precision machine that had been instantly activated, running at high speed!

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Twenty brand-new, bright red street vendor carts with retro-style eaves and canopies were neatly arranged under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.

The festive and uniform design instantly elevated the entire village's overall image.

Twenty selected elderly people, including Uncle San and Aunt Wu, put on brand-new dark blue Tang suits.

The clothes were made of thick material and were exquisitely crafted; the three large golden characters on the chest shone brightly in the sunlight.

The elderly people had never worn such decent new clothes in their lives. They were so excited that they didn't know where to put their hands. They stood up straight, as if they had become twenty years younger.

The logistics company's trucks brought back loads of goods, which were quickly distributed to each stall.

Jiang Chen personally taught the elderly how to arrange the goods and how to use the payment code.

Considering that his second uncle was hard of hearing and couldn't hear the phone notification sound, he specially bought him a super loud smart payment speaker and hung it around his neck with a red string.

Everything is ready.

"Open for business!"

With Jiang Chen's command, all twenty stalls opened for business simultaneously!

The tourists were already getting impatient.

When they saw this display, their eyes widened in astonishment.

The stalls are uniform, the uniforms are uniform, and they are clean and hygienic, looking even more professional than the food streets in the city!

Then look behind the stalls, at the elderly people dressed in Tang suits, their smiles simple yet tinged with nervousness.

This isn't about buying things.

This is clearly experiencing the most authentic rural charm!

"Sir, how much is this corn?"

"Five...five yuan a piece." The old man nervously held up five fingers.

"Five yuan? Not expensive at all!" Without hesitation, the tourist scanned the code and said, "Give me two!"

"Grandma, these tea eggs smell so good!"

"The eggs from our own chickens cost two yuan each," Grandma Wu said with a smile.

"That's such a great deal! Give me ten! I'll take them home for my colleagues to try!"

The tourists' enthusiasm exceeded everyone's expectations.

In their view, shopping here not only meets their own needs, but also provides a joyful experience of "helping farmers and alleviating poverty".

"5 yuan received via Alipay!"

"Received 10 yuan via WeChat!"

The smart speaker on the second uncle's chest began to broadcast incessantly in its loud and captivating voice.

This sound became the most beautiful music in the village.

In a corner of the crowd, Aunt Sun Yumei watched the heated scene with tears welling up in her eyes.

She carried a plastic bag of sausages she had taken from her own refrigerator, hoping to squeeze in and set up her own stall.

"Hey, hey, make way! Three yuan a stick, five yuan for two!"

She had just shouted something, but before she could even squeeze to the front of the stall...

Two young men in black security uniforms and wearing sunglasses stood in front of her with expressionless faces.

It was Li Qiang's security team.

"Aunt Sun, I'm sorry." Li Qiang's voice was cold and hard, devoid of any emotion. "All the stalls are uniformly planned. Please maintain order and do not affect the appearance of the village."

After saying that, he made a "please" gesture and directly "invited" Sun Yumei to a corner several dozen meters away.

Sun Yumei watched the old men and women over there collecting money until their hands were sore, and she stomped her feet in anger, but dared not lash out.

She knew that Jiangjia Village was no longer a place where she could throw a tantrum.

The elderly people were so busy at their stalls that they barely had time to breathe.

They were a little nervous at first, but as they watched the balance on their phones keep increasing, their wrinkles turned into smiles.

Grandma Wu received a fifty-yuan note. She carefully flattened the money, held it up to the sun to check its appearance, and then put it in her pocket.

Her hands trembled as she counted the colorful bills she had earned that day.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Chen, who was directing and coordinating things not far away, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Chenwa, I... I earned more money in one day than I did in six months collecting and selling recyclables!"