The accountant was so excited that he almost rushed into the sky!

"It's specially reserved for our village? Oh my god, you are so real, you're a good boy!"

He rubbed his hands, jumped up, opened the drawer with super fast movement and took out a stack of old newspapers he had collected, and took out one of them to everyone to read, "Look, look at it, everyone, photos and reports of Xiao Xingxing donations! I thought to say it when I saw it, the captain insisted on not allowing it, saying that everyone knows that Xiao Xingxing donated money, and they must have wanted to disturb her without knowing it, and now we can finally say it!"

However, he really didn't expect that Dalizi Village would have a share.

Everyone rumored that the accountant was now like a wild monkey, "What a little star, it's so beautiful."

"Forty-nine thousand, how many hundred are that?"

"I don't know."

"It's hundreds, ten thousand is one hundred and one hundred."

"I recognize the person standing next to me. I went to the city to buy things last year. I heard that he is the top leader, the big leader."

"The captain is the captain. When faced with such a big event, he was so calm and didn't show off."

"Little Xingxing, are you really willing to donate?"

Eighty percent of the members of Dalizi Village are surnamed Li. Although they are not passed down by one ancestor, these ancestors are either brothers or related to each other.

In other words, everyone present is their own family.

Unfortunately, illiterate accounts for 80%, and every household is far away from the town, and no one has the spare money to buy newspapers and read the news, so they don’t know about Li Xingxing’s donation.

Lao Li’s family has newspapers, but will they show off?

Of course not.

Everyone looked at Li Xingxing lovingly, "Little Xingxing, do you really donate money to buy a tractor for us?"

Tractor!

There are more than a thousand vehicles, no need for cows or horses, just drink some oil and run forward.

I can't even think about it.

Li Xingxing nodded, "I really donate! Ten thousand US dollars can be exchanged for more than 20,000 rmb, and more than a dozen tractors can be bought. Then each production team will be divided into one. However, I don't know where to buy it, you have to discuss it yourself."

The accountant clenched his fist: "I know where to buy it, the city agricultural machinery station!"

Li Dazhu poured cold water on him: "You have to take the US dollar to Shanghai to exchange money for overseas remittance coupons. If there is no overseas remittance coupon, we have no indicators. Who sells tractors to you? When I come back, I will tell the public and social plan to see what is going on. Don't be too verbally speaking, take paper and pen, and let Xingxing write a donation statement, write a receipt, in duplicate, and we will all testify and seal."

The accountant took it out in a hurry and urged: "Stars, write it quickly!"

Li Xingxing wrote and said, "I donated 69,000 US dollars in total, 10,000 to the school and 49,000 to the country. I took out the 10,000 I left for my hometown. I donated 10,000 yuan in my hand. Don't worry about it anymore."

"Ten thousand is a lot!" the accountant said repeatedly.

Being an accountant is the best at accounting.

People are content.

After writing the donation statement, Li Xingxing pressed his fingerprints on the paper with the ink handed over by Li Dazhu. As witnesses, the others would sign and then press them. Those who could not sign and press them directly.

Li Dazhu stamped.

For fear that Li Xingxing would regret it, the accountant couldn't wait to write the receipt.

In duplicate, stamp it with seal, and everyone presses their fingerprints.

Li Xingxing acted calmly, and slowly looked through the old newspapers under everyone's caring gaze.

When she saw a photo in the newspaper, her eyes suddenly frozen.

The woman in the photo has an oval face, curly hair, and her eyebrows are very similar to the old lady in the portrait of her grandfather!
Chapter completed!