Li Jie nodded thoughtfully, but he still didn't understand and asked, "San Uncle, isn't making money just to create value? Besides, I have also put in my labor, why don't I create value?"

Fu Song said with a funny look: "Okay, it seems that you didn't learn high school politics in vain, but you didn't understand. What is value? The indiscriminate human labor condensed in commodities. Do you know Qiu Bojun? Just know, Qiu Bojun wrote a wps, which many people are using, and you wrote a fortune telling program. Do you think the same is labor, can the value you create be comparable to Qiu Bojun?"

Li Jie opened his mouth and said in a disgusting manner: "I can't compare."

Fu Song patted his shoulder and said, "So, my uncle hopes that you can walk the avenue and be a person with real ability. We Chinese people do not lack capable people, but what we lack is truly capable people. What is real ability? On the basis of being capable, we know what to say, what not to say, what to do, what not to do, what not to do. Should computer fortune telling be done? Others can do it, but you are my nephew, you can't do it!"

Li Jie asked in confusion: "Why?"

Fu Song said: "As long as I am here, our children will have no need to worry about food and drink, no need to delve into it, and no need to flatter anyone. My only wish is that you can focus on your intelligence and talents, find your ideals and avenues, and become a capital person."

After saying that, Fu Song secretly felt ashamed again that he would never be a capitalist in his life, but he placed his hope on the next generation.

But what can he do?

If the next generation of the old Fu family is the one who cannot help but become a rich second generation who is willing to die, then what is the point of making a lot of money?

Li Jie was so excited by Fu Song's trickery that he patted his chest and said, "Stern uncle, stop talking. If I play computers again before the college entrance examination, I will be a turtle!"

"Or why you should live in the school." Fu Song couldn't believe his promise at all. "Addicts" usually promise this. It might be fine for a day or two, but the truth will be revealed over time, so he simply cut off his thoughts from the source.

Li Jie: “….”

Third uncle, you are cruel enough!

Seeing him showing a struggle, Fu Song smiled and said, "If you live in the school, you can go to my place to play computers on weekends. I tell you that my office computer can chat online..."

The high schools in Mucheng all have one day off at the end of each month, but in order to take care of the on-campus students, they take a half-day break every Sunday afternoon so that the on-campus students can clean their personal hygiene. Of course, if there is no personal hygiene, students can do something else.

Li Jie was stunned when he heard this, his eyes getting bigger and bigger. He connected a phone cable to his computer and could actually send messages to friends from other places. This..., this is simply black technology!

"My third uncle, I live in the school!" Li Jie clenched his fists hard and said firmly.

"A gentleman's words?"

"It's hard to chase after all!"

After slapping Fu Song for a high-high, Li Jie rubbed his hands, and said with a shy face like a little pug: "San Uncle, there will be half a day off tomorrow afternoon, look..., hehe."

Fu Song looked at him speechlessly. This kid didn't know other skills, but he was very skilled in climbing. However, since he had agreed to him, Fu Song could not hold his pants on his face no matter what. Even if he didn't, he couldn't slap himself in the face on the spot. So he said happily: "Okay, you can go directly to Mucheng Hotel after school at noon tomorrow."

While eating, when Li Jie took the initiative to live in the school, Li Maocai and Fu Xia couldn't help but look at each other. Is the sun coming out from the west today? Or is it because my son has a fever and a brain burned?

Li Maocai asked: "When you asked you to live in the school before, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Li Jie said while raising the meal: "Living on campus saves time and learning atmosphere is good. I don't have to bother my second aunt to cook in the future."

Zhang Xiu smiled and said, "What's the trouble? There are two children in the family. One more than you, and one less than you. It's a good thing."

Seeing that Li Maocai was still asking, Fu Xia quickly winked at him and said with a smile: "I will prepare bedding for you in the afternoon. By the way, are there any free beds in the school?"

Li Jie said: "The school wishes we all live on campus, there must be."

...

When I woke up in the morning, I pinched my eyebrows hard, and felt a little dizzy.

Yesterday afternoon, Kiyoko Ando arrived in Mucheng with her shooting team. In the evening, Xu Ying invited Ando Kiyoko in Mucheng's best Dongshan Hotel. Fu Song, as Ando Kiyoko's male friend, naturally went there too.

It was enough to drink some wine, but unexpectedly, Secretary Chen Jianshe came to toast halfway through, and after finishing his work, he pulled Fu Song to another venue.

Chen Jianshe’s venue is not fun at all. It’s not a bad man, but he can drink it all.

I got out of bed dizzyly and opened the curtains. A dazzling white light made Fu Song unable to open his eyes. It turned out that it had snowed last night. At this time, the weather was clear, the sky was as clear as water, and it was deep blue.

Time flies so fast, tomorrow is 1991, and it will snow before the New Year, which is definitely a good omen. As the saying goes, auspicious snow indicates a good harvest...

Suddenly, he seemed to think something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. He turned on the faucet and watched the tap water shoot out. He slapped his forehead. This year, there was a flood in East China. It was a good year, a great year of disaster!

Fu Song was deeply impressed by this flood and still remembered it fresh. Although Mucheng was not a severely affected area, he remembered that it seemed that it was raining every day that summer. It was falling when he was sleeping, and his eyes were still falling. The walls at home were moldy and his clothes were not dry at all.

So many years have passed, and as long as I think of that summer, Fu Song still feels uncomfortable all over, as if he is soaked in water, and he can't breathe.

Fu Song actually likes water very much. Occasionally, taking a bath and washing his feet is a good way to relax. But no matter how much you like water, if you take a bath and wash your feet every day, people who are hit will not be able to bear it!

The flooding this time was so wide that the number of people affected was even more than the floods in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River in 1998. At least in the summer of 1998, the city was singing and dancing to peace.

There is nowhere else to be reached, and Fu Song can't manage it, but Xu Ying is still in charge of flood prevention and disaster relief work. Should she find an opportunity to remind her?

Just as I was brushing my teeth, I heard a "boom boom boom" knocking on the door. Before I could rinse my mouth, I opened the door with foam on my mouth.

Seeing Ando Kiyoko standing quietly outside the door, Fu Song was stunned, and quickly wiped his mouth, and said in a vague way: "Qiko, why are you getting up so early? Is there something to ask me for?"

Seeing his busyness, Ando Kiyoko covered her mouth and laughed: "It's snowing outside, I plan to start shooting today, so..."
Chapter completed!