MTL - The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era-Chapter 16 Sell ​​vegetables

　　 Entered the door and couldn't help but say that the little grandpa who put the thing down pushed Yang Dongxu around, and he became more and more fond of his little grandson.

　　 "Little uncle sits, sits, and comes to buy something." Dad Yang took out the cigarette and entertained the little grandpa.

　　 "It’s for the child, but not for you. You don’t speak." The little grandpa said half-jokingly.

　　 Dad Yang laughed, knowing that Uncle was joking with himself. I used to just walk down relatives from time to time, so there were not many opportunities for Yang Dad and Yang Dongxu’s grandma to meet.

　　 Run down together in the last month or two, sometimes the uncle sometimes talked, although he didn't give Yang dad a little face. But he took good care of himself and felt natural.

　　 "Little grandpa, how is it?" Yang Dongxu struggled down from his little grandpa's arms and asked.

"It's a little tricky. I asked if there is no brick machine in Chengli Agricultural Machinery Factory. Through Director Li's relationship, I invited a deputy workshop director to dinner, and I also told him about the brick machine you said. . The machine is simple to produce, but it is not a problem, but the engine is a problem, and that thing burns diesel. Now diesel is not easy to get. And..."

　　 Listening to the story of his little grandpa, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and then felt like he really wanted too much.

　　 It’s not that there are many cars in later generations, so a brick embryo machine can’t get an engine like a car, but in this era when bicycles are rare, even if you just get a motor, it is difficult.

　　 "What kind of moth do you have?" Dad Yang glared at his son.

　　 For more than half a year, especially in recent months, he always feels that his son is becoming more and more out of control, and he is not dissatisfied with discipline. It makes him more and more invisible. Is Mr. Zhou's teaching level really so high, his son becomes a genius? Dad Yang speculated in his heart.

　　 "There are no moths, absolutely nothing." Yang Dongxu kept shaking his head.

　　Compared to your teacher, as long as what you say makes sense, even if you are just a child over six years old, he will discuss with you on an equal footing, and even sometimes it can be said that the typical scholar's thoughts for consultation.

　　Daddy Yang was so violent, something was amiss, or he felt that his son was too clever. This old man was a little ignorant, and slapped on Yang Dongxu's ass.

"What's the matter, what to do if you scare your child? I see Xuzi better than you. You only know a few words. Xuzi can read the newspaper or Russian." Willing to.

　　This is his sweetheart baby, or such a smart sweetheart baby, how can he be bullied casually. Even if this man is Lao Yang Dongxu.

"Uncle, you can't get used to him so much, he's almost lawless. You said that the fertilizer is good or not, he just asked for a few bags to spread in the field, and everyone else has planted wheat, He has to keep a few pieces of spring and say that he will keep watermelon next year. You said, you said..."

"You say an egg, what do you know. What's wrong with it, what's wrong with growing watermelon. Didn't you see watermelon in the supply and marketing cooperative? That price is more expensive than meat and it's in short supply. You can be silly with such a son, What do you know about blind command?" Little Grandpa glared at Yang Da with an unhappy face, and quite often Yang Daxu would beat Yang Dongxu when he was unhappy.

　　 "I didn't say anything, didn't I also leave a few acres of land. It's just that we haven't planted watermelon before, and it's unreliable in snacks." Yang Da said weakly.

　　 Obviously, he was not frightened by his grandmother's momentum. Even if his grandmother beat him, it was as if he did not dare to fight back like Yang Dongxu.

　　 Instead, he thought of the watermelon that he saw in the supply and marketing cooperative in the summer. As Yang Dongxu said, the watermelon is more expensive than meat, and most people can't buy it.

　　 In fact, although poor life supplies are scarce in this era, not everyone is poor. There are poor people, there are naturally rich people. In particular, there are more rich people in the city. For example, the leaders of agricultural machinery factories, such as supply and marketing cooperatives, naturally have a standard of living.

　　 is certainly not the main reason why Yang Dongxu encouraged his dad to grow watermelon. As a comer, he looks at things longer than the narrow-eyed dad. Even if there are no rich people in the city, the watermelon should make money or make money.

　　 The field is sprinkled with chemical fertilizer. Although not much, compared with the current 500 mu of wheat per mu, it is foreseeable to receive about 700 kg next year.

　　 There is a lot of land in Yangjia Village, and each person has nearly two acres of land. That is to say, no matter whether the fields of adults and children can receive more than 1,400 kilograms of wheat, the rest of the rations must be unfinished.

When the time comes, don’t make money, one pound of watermelon for one pound of wheat is absolutely profitable. The wheat yield is 700 pounds per mu, and the minimum watermelon is 3,000 pounds or more. The fertilizer and water are enough to reach four or five thousand pounds. Yang Dongxu can’t afford to take such a good opportunity to make money. .

　　 In fact, this is a very obvious truth, and those who have brains in later generations can figure it out by thinking a little. To sum up, things are rare and expensive. When there is more wheat and less value, watermelon will naturally have a good market.

If he wasn’t young, he didn’t listen much. Yang Dongxu even wanted to plant the whole family’s land with watermelon. When others saw the money and rushed to plant it, they could change their wheat and soybean farms. Something else. As long as you keep the rare and high-yield things you grow, you can make money if you exchange extra wheat.

　　After the adobe was dried, Yang Dongxu's family built a pigsty and exchanged two little piglets from the town.

　　In Yang Dongxu's view, if large-scale pig farming is not possible to save costs, rural pig farming can't make a few dollars at all. It just commends some of the pig food snacks that are usually inconspicuous into whole money.

　　When the fog rises and the frost falls three times, people have quietly entered the winter.

　　 At one or two o'clock in the morning, Dad Yang got up, casually rinsed, and used cold water to invigorate the spirit of the horse lantern, and walked toward the back house by the yellowish light.

　　 Yesterday afternoon, I collected a cart of Chinese cabbage and left it at Grandpa Yang Dongxu’s house. Today, I’m going to the city’s supply and marketing cooperative. I have greeted Director Li two days ago.

　　 Compared to those aquatic cabbages in summer, they are naturally more resistant to transportation and storage. Put wheat straw on both sides of the car, as long as the cabbages are not squeezed vigorously, there is basically no loss.

　　 It's obviously not up to today's morning market to get food at this point, but it doesn't matter, Chinese cabbage is very resistant to storage in winter. Buying it in the morning and buying it tomorrow is still fresh, and the buyer will not pick anything, even if you wake up in the morning and deliver it at night.

　　 But Dad obviously didn't want to spend the night in the city. Going to Yang Dongxu's second-aunt's house, he was awkward. If Director Li arranged to live in the hostel, he was distressed by the money.

So it’s just right to get up at this point and go to the city in the middle of the afternoon. After I sell it, I’ll bring the money or buy something I need. If I just deal with a breakfast, it’s just lunch. I can come back to catch the dinner before dark. .

　　 "How about joining the army?" The kerosene lamp of Grandpa Yang Dongxu's house came to Houzhai. Father Yang's father with a little toe on his right leg was opening the door and pulling the car out.

　　 "It's too cold, he can't get up. Let's go today and let him sleep at home." Grandpa Yang Dongxu said.

　　 "You are used to it, see if you can get used to it all your life." Yang Dad grumbled upsetly and went to lead the cow in the house.

　　 This is grandmother Yang Dongxu coming out of the kitchen, holding several steamed buns with steam, holding them in a towel, and putting them in a bamboo basket with several salted eggs and a big water bag.

　　 This is naturally not a prepared breakfast, but eaten on the road. I just got up and had no appetite, but I was hungry after walking long distances. If the bamboo basket is not insulated, it won't be able to eat in winter if everything is cold again in the morning. Therefore, when the food in the bamboo basket was still hot, it was estimated that Dad and Yang were hungry and had a good meal.

　　 "Be careful on the road, come back early after selling things." Grandpa Yang Dongxu told Dad Yang to put the cow on the carriage and set off.

　　 "Knowing my mother, let's go into the house when it's cold outside." Dad Yang walked forward with the lantern in one hand and led the cow in one hand, followed by Yang Dongxu's grandpa who was a little bit on foot.

　　 "Dad, please ride in the car, I'll just hold the cow." Yang looked at his father's inconvenience.

　　 "Not so expensive, let's say that this cold day will be frozen in the car, UU reading www.uukanshu.com still walk." Grandpa Yang Dongxu shook his head.

　　Although I thought that I had a nerve on my surgical operation and the right leg was a bit on the tip, but there was no other muscle atrophy in the leg. There was no difference between the right leg and the normal leg of the other person except walking ugly.

　　 As for what happened to his father’s legs and feet, Yang Dad clearly knew that cold winter was really cold in the middle of the night. Sitting in a bullock cart and freezing did not walk comfortably, so he raised his hand to blow out the lantern in his hand to save fuel. Grandpa Yang Dongxu led the lantern and walked in front. He followed from behind.

　　After eating in the morning, Yang Dongxu walked towards Mr. Zhou’s house. Sister Hongying had been on winter vacation. There was nothing to do in winter, so he could take his sister. Yang Dongxu was finally free for some time.

When he walked to the carpenter's house, he froze for a moment, turned and pushed the door, and walked in. It was true that what he yelled just now was that his uncle was joining the army. At this time, a group of people were playing cards around, although the cards were very old. Either there is a missing corner, or only half is left, but a few people are very happy to play, and there are many people watching on the side.

　　 "Daddy, didn't you go to the city to sell vegetables?" Yang Dongxu shouted. Many rural people now send eggs and other things to the city, so Yang Dongxu no longer needs to cover up.

　　 "Only one car, two people are enough, I don't need to go." The head of the army didn't raise his head, and at the same time began to play cards: "A pair of hooks, the alarm, and a card, do you want it?"

　　 glanced at his little father Yang Dongxu, shook his head and turned to go out, he was not unclear what kind of virtue his little father was. It must have been up in the middle of the night, so I didn’t go. If many things in the city were fresh, he estimated that he would not go to the city during the day, but would hide here and play happily with others.

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