Leaving Li Xiaoyan's house, Tian Xin went straight to the village committee.
With the plan in mind, she still needed to discuss with Tian Fushun and others. If the village committee took the lead, more people would respond, and it would be a good opportunity to promote the idea. If more people were willing to join, there would be no worries about the sales of persimmon cakes in the latter half of the year!
The village committee was having a routine meeting today.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she heard Tian Fushun's voice: "The target for this year is that each household must reach a per capita income of 10,000 yuan to pass the mark. Everyone needs to cheer up. As long as the sales of persimmon cakes and pepper are good, this problem won't be hard to solve."
She stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Seeing her arrival, Tian Fushun was somewhat pleasantly surprised: "Why are you here? Is everything settled at the factory?"
