With the light of the oil lamp, Fu Song could barely see the whole picture of the room. The roof was covered with thatched, there was no hanging ceiling, and the black beams could be seen. The walls were directly smeared with yellow mud, and there were no white dust. After a long time, cracks were everywhere on the wall and there were two holes in the corner. I wonder if it was taken by a mouse.

One word, poor!

Fu Song sighed in his heart and asked, "Boss goes to school next year?"

Ji Peng nodded and said, "I should have been on this year."

I should go to the market this year but didn’t. I guess it was because of the money.

Fu Song said: "You must let your children go to school."

Ji Peng said: "He He said so too."

Fu Song said: "It's not a big deal for you to continue like this. Are you willing to come out and do it?"

Ji Peng said: "As long as you can make money, it's fine."

Fu Hehe asked carefully: "Uncle San, where are you going?"

Fu Song saw her nervous look and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't let him go far, it's nearby."

Ji Peng asked quickly: "What job? I can do it?"

Fu Song said: "Collection of sour jujubes is the kind of sour jujubes on the mountain, so you need as much as you want."

"Can jujubes be sold for money?" Ji Peng and Fu Hehe looked at each other.

So Fu Song said again what he said to Li Yun. He heard that Li Yun was going to plant a jujube tree, and Ji Peng and his wife thought she was crazy.

Fu Song also did not agree with Ji Peng and others planting jujube trees. Although the jujube trees are not picky, they can not plant them in any land. Li Yun’s Lijia Village is a large village with a large population and a large land area. There are several barren mountains. It doesn’t cost much to plant jujube trees in a barren mountain.

But Shihe Village is different. Due to the terrain, it is surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing water on one side. Although Shihe Village has several mountains, it was launched after the liberation. All the hills were planted with pine trees. After more than 30 years of growth, it has already lush branches and leaves. Even if you plant jujube trees among the trees, it is difficult to survive.

Do you encourage them to cut down the pine trees and plant jujube trees? Fu Song can't do such an unethical task.

Besides, the initial investment in planting jujube trees was very large, and it was not realistic to use Ji Peng's family's conditions.

Ji Peng asked: "How much can the juice factory really guarantee how much it will be collected?"

Seeing that Ji Peng was still stumbled at this time, Fu Hehe said, "I can trust Uncle Third. Our family is like this. What else should I worry about? Apart from all my strength, what else do you have?"

After scolding Ji Peng, Fu Hehe said to Fu Song: "Uncle San, we have never done business before and don't know anything. You have to help you get an idea for this."

"At the beginning, you don't have to go out to collect it. First pick the sour jujubes on the nearby mountains. After selling it, you will have the capital, and then go to other villages to collect it. This will get bigger and bigger."

Fu Song said it simply and clearly. Ji Peng and Fu Hehe understood it as soon as they heard it, and they felt much more at ease.

Fu Hehe said: "That's a big deal."

Ji Peng said: "I will go up the mountain tomorrow."

On the way back, Fu Song walked very slowly.

Liang Xi was right. He just thought too much and too long. When he was doing things, he looked forward from time to time and calculated how much it was. Every time he looked up, he felt discouraged.

He felt like the person in the iron house described by Mr. Lu Xun, and because he was awake, he was even more painful.

Knowing is easy and doing is difficult, and he suddenly understood the mood of Zheng Kun and those people.

But he doesn't want to live his life in a daze. He always has to do something meaningful to be worthy of living a life of retribution.

What he saw and heard today made him suddenly realize what the problem was. He had nothing to do with it, and he had "common problems" in intellectuals such as being arrogant and arrogant.

In the summer of three years, he rode his bicycle around Ying County and did research in Nanping. Although it was hard, he was fulfilled at that time.

Later, after making some money, I could no longer bend down and listen to what the farmers were thinking, what they thought, what they wanted, and what the most urgent difficulties were. I thought that building a few factories would help farmers increase their income and make them grateful to themselves.

He is becoming increasingly impatient with "small things" and only wants to do some "big things".

He knew that it was not because he changed after he made money, but because he had the bad habit of intellectuals in his bones.

When you have no money, you can at least force yourself to go deep into the bottom. After you have money and live a worry-free life, the original sour and arrogance in your bones will naturally emerge.

The old teacher was so immersed in the eyes of thousands of miles. As early as decades ago, he cleaned up the disguise of intellectuals, so that they could stand naked in front of the people without any hiding.

He suddenly felt that he was really inferior to Liang Xi in his work. Liang Xi could at least lower his head and look at the road beneath his feet.

I have been floating, waving, and expanding. I always think that everyone is drunk and I am awake alone, and I am the only one who understands me in the world...

On the third day of the first lunar month, according to the tradition of Yingxian, the married daughter returns to her parents' home. Yingxian is different from other places. Sometimes Fu Song can't help but suspect that Yingxian has traveled from other places, otherwise how could there be so many "different"?

Today, my daughter and son-in-law are serious customers, so naturally there is no reason to cook. Du Juan took the initiative to take on the cooking work. Yang Qiaolan was so happy that she started to take on Du Juan.

The eldest brother and the second brother were not around, so Fu Song could only take on the job of drinking and was fed by his three brother-in-law in turn. Before he could eat, he ran back to his room to sleep.

I was sleeping soundly, and suddenly I felt someone pushing me. I opened my eyes and found it was dark. I said, "It's not dawn yet, so I'll sleep for a while."

Liang Xi said funny: "You have been sleeping for a whole afternoon and it's dark. Don't sleep anymore. Your branch secretary is here to find you."

"Look for me?" Fu Song didn't want to move at all, but he still got up.

The sisters and brother-in-law have all left, and there are only Fu Mingguang and Yang Qiaolan in the main room.

"Uncle Second is here." Fu Song yawned, still feeling dizzy.

Fu Mingguang looked at Fu Song with a faint look, "Just just now, when I came back from my mother-in-law's house, I met Ji Peng and a few boys on the way, and I wondered, why did they run to the mountain if they don't go to my mother-in-law's house? Asked them, they stammered and refused to say that I was not used to their problems, so they kicked each of them, and then they honestly said that they were your idea, right?"

Fu Song said: "You said this, I said it, what's wrong with Uncle?"

Fu Mingguang said: "Can jujubes really sell money?"

When Fu Song saw his expression, he knew what he had to do. He hurriedly said, "I just said casually, I don't know how much money I can make."

Fu Mingguang said unhappily: "You kid are not honest, don't you know how to speak casually?"

Fu Song smiled and said, "Uncle Second, you won't be jealous, are you?"

Fu Mingguang denied, "Bullshit, I'm so jealous! But those hills are all collective, and the members pick sour dates privately, so everyone doesn't agree."
Chapter completed!