The little grandpa couldn't help but put down his things when he came in. He pushed Yang Dongxu around and spun around. He became more and more fond of his little grandson.
"Uncle, sit down, sit down, what else can you buy when you're here?" Father Yang took out a cigarette to entertain his little grandpa.
"It's food for the children, not for you, so your words don't count." The little grandpa said half-jokingly.
Father Yang laughed, knowing that his uncle was joking with him. In the past, we only left relatives from time to time, so there were not many opportunities for Yang’s father and Yang Dongxu’s little grandpa to come into contact, and politeness during meetings was more important than actual feelings.
In the past month or two, we have been running together. Although my uncle sometimes speaks a little bit, he doesn't give Yang's father face. But it's natural to feel that he takes good care of me and is not stupid.
"Grandpa, how are you?" Yang Dongxu struggled down from his grandfather's arms and asked.
"This matter is a bit difficult to handle. I asked about the brick-making machine at the agricultural machinery factory in the city. Through Director Li's relationship, I invited the deputy director of the workshop to dinner and told him about the brick-making machine you mentioned. . The machine is simple to make and there is no big problem, but the engine is a problem, and that thing burns diesel, and diesel is not easy to get now. Also..."
Listening to his grandfather's narration, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and then he felt that he really seemed to be overthinking.
It’s not like there are so many cars in later generations that they can’t be built, so a brick machine cannot have an engine like a car. But in this era when bicycles are rare items, it is extremely difficult for you to even just get a motor.
"What's wrong with you again?" Father Yang glared at his son.
Over the past six months, especially in the past few months, he always felt that his son was becoming more and more out of control, and it was not that he was disobedient to discipline. But it made him increasingly confused. Is Mr. Zhou's teaching level really so high that his son has become a genius? Father Yang speculated in his heart.
"Nothing happened, absolutely nothing." Yang Dongxu kept shaking his head.
Compared to your own teacher, as long as what you say makes sense, even if you are just a child over six years old, he will discuss it with you on an equal footing, and sometimes it can even be said to be the typical scholar's thoughts for asking for advice.
Father Yang has a bad temper. If something doesn't go his way, or he feels that his son is too smart, he is a little embarrassed, so he slaps Yang Dongxu on the butt, which is totally unreasonable.
"Why are you yelling? What should I do if I scare the child? I think Xuzi will be more promising than you in the future. You only know a few words, and Xuzi can already read the newspaper, and it's in Russian." Seeing Father Yang getting angry, little grandpa Yang Dongxu couldn't help but Agree.
This is my darling, and such a smart darling, how can I be bullied by others? Even if this person is Mr. Yang Dongxu, it won’t work.
"Uncle, you can't spoil him like this. He's almost lawless. You don't know if that fertilizer is good or not. When he arrived, he asked for several bags and spread them on the ground. Wheat was planted in other people's fields. He insisted on leaving a few spring pieces to plant watermelons next year, you said, you said..."
"What the hell do you know? You don't have any brains at all. What's wrong with growing watermelons? Didn't you see watermelons in the supply and marketing cooperative? They are more expensive than meat and are in short supply. You can just be happy to have a son like this. You don’t know how to give directions blindly.” The little grandpa stared at Father Yang with an unhappy face, as if Father Yang would beat Yang Dongxu if he was unhappy.
"I didn't say anything wrong. Didn't we keep a few acres of land? It's just that we have never grown watermelons before, so we feel a little uneasy." Father Yang said weakly.
Obviously he wasn't frightened by his grandpa's aura. Even if his grandpa beat him, he wouldn't dare to fight back just like Yang Dongxu did.
Instead, he thought of the watermelons he saw in the supply and marketing cooperative in the summer. As Yang Dongxu's little grandfather said, the watermelons were more expensive than meat, and most people couldn't buy them.
In fact, although the poor in this era are very scarce in daily necessities, not everyone is poor. There are poor people, and naturally there are rich people. In particular, there are more wealthy people in the city, such as the leaders of agricultural machinery factories and supply and marketing cooperatives, and their living standards are naturally high.
Of course, this is not the main reason why Yang Dongxu encouraged his father to grow watermelons. As a person who has experienced it, he sees things in a longer term than his father, who has a narrow vision now. Even if there are no rich people in the city, watermelons should still make money.
Chemical fertilizers have been sprinkled on the ground. Although it is not much, compared with the current wheat yield of 500 jins per mu, it is foreseeable that the harvest will be about 700 jins next year.
There is a lot of land in Yangjia Village, and each person in the family has nearly two acres of land. This means that no matter adults or children, one person's land can harvest more than 1,400 kilograms of wheat. After turning in the public grain, there will definitely be more to eat.
When the time comes, there is no need to pay. You can definitely make a lot of money by exchanging one pound of watermelon for one pound of wheat. The wheat yield per mu is 700 pounds, and the watermelon is at least 3,000 pounds. With enough fertilizer and water, it can reach four to five thousand pounds. Naturally, Yang Dongxu cannot let go of such a good opportunity to make money. .
In fact, this is a very simple truth, and people with brains in later generations can figure it out with a little thought. To sum up, things are rare and valuable. When wheat is too much and becomes worthless, watermelons will naturally have a good market.
If Yang Dongxu hadn't been so young and didn't listen to Yang's father's words, Yang Dongxu would have even wanted to plant watermelons on the whole family's land. When others saw that they were eager to make money, they could plant wheat, soybeans or other nurturing land instead. Something else. As long as the things you grow are rare and high-yielding, you can make money no matter how much you trade for other people's excess wheat.
After the adobe was dried in the sun, Yang Dongxu's family built a pigsty and threw two piglets from the town into it.
In Yang Dongxu's view, if pigs cannot be raised on a large scale to save costs, rural pig raising will not make much money at all. It is just a matter of turning the seemingly inconspicuous scraps of pig food into a full dollar.
When the heavy fog rises and frost falls three times, people have quietly entered the cold winter.
At one or two o'clock in the morning, Yang's father started to get up, wash himself casually, use cold water to stimulate his energy, and walked towards the back house with a lantern in his hand, using the yellowish light.
Yesterday afternoon, I collected a cart of cabbage and put it at Grandpa Yang Dongxu's house. Today I will take it to the supply and marketing cooperative in the city. I have already said hello to Director Li two days ago.
Compared with those aquatic products in summer, cabbage is naturally more resistant to transportation and storage. Put wheat straw on both sides of the cart, and there is basically no loss as long as the cabbage is not squeezed hard.
Obviously getting up at this hour to deliver vegetables will not make it in time for today's morning market, but it doesn't matter, Chinese cabbage is very durable in storage in winter. If it's delivered in the morning and you buy it tomorrow, it'll still be fresh, and the person who buys it won't pick anything, even if it's delivered in the evening after getting up in the morning.
But Yang's father obviously doesn't want to spend the night in the city. He feels uncomfortable going to Yang Dongxu's second aunt's house. He can stay in a hotel with Director Li's arrangement, but he also worries about money.
So it’s a good time to get up and set off. I’ll go to the city at noon. After selling, I can bring money or buy some things I need. I can just eat breakfast and treat it as lunch. I can come back before dark to catch up with dinner. .
"Where are you joining the army?" The kerosene lamp at Grandpa Yang Dongxu's house in the back house was already lit. Father Yang, who was standing on tiptoe with his right leg, was opening the door and pulling the cart out.
"It's too cold and he can't get up. Let's go today and let him sleep at home." Grandpa Yang Dongxu said.
"Just get used to it, let's see if you can get used to it for the rest of your life." Father Yang muttered unhappily and went to the side room to take care of the cows.
Grandma Yang Dongxu came out of the kitchen, holding a few steaming steamed buns in a towel, and placed them in a bamboo basket with a few pickled salted eggs and a large water bag.
Naturally, this is not breakfast prepared, but something to eat on the way. Now I have no appetite when I get up, but I feel hungry after walking a long distance. If the bamboo basket is not insulated, everything will be cold again in the morning and it will be impossible to eat in the winter. So after walking a short distance, when the food in the bamboo basket was still slightly hot, I guess Father Yang was also hungry, so they just had a meal.
"Be careful on the road, and come back early after selling everything." Grandma Yang Dongxu warned her when she saw Yang's father tying the cow to the cart and getting ready to set off.
"I understand, Mom, it's cold outside, please come inside." Father Yang held a lantern in one hand and led the cow forward with the other hand, followed by Yang Dongxu's grandfather who was a little tiptoe.
"Dad, please ride in the car. I'll just hold the cow." Father Yang said, seeing that his father's legs and feet were inconvenient.
"It's not that expensive. Besides, you'll freeze in the car in this cold weather. It's better to walk." Grandpa Yang Dongxu shook his head.
Although I thought that my surgical incision had touched a nerve, and my right leg was a little on tiptoe, there were no muscle atrophy or other symptoms in my leg. Apart from walking unsightly, my right leg was no different from other people's normal legs and feet.
Father Yang obviously knew what was going on with his father's legs and feet. It was indeed extremely cold in the middle of the winter, and sitting on an oxcart in the cold was not as comfortable as walking. So he raised his hand to blow out the lantern in his hand to save some gas. Grandpa Yang Dongxu walked in front holding a lantern, and he followed from behind.
After dinner in the morning, Yang Dongxu walked towards Mr. Zhou's house. His sister Hongying was on winter vacation and there was not much work to do in winter, so he could take his sister with him. Yang Dongxu could finally be free for a while.
When he reached the carpenter's house, he was stunned for a moment. He turned around and pushed the door open and walked in. He heard correctly that the person who was shouting just now was his brother-in-law joining the army. At this time, a group of people were gathering around to play cards. Although the cards were very old, Either a corner is missing, or only half of it is left, but a few people were having fun, and there were many people watching.
"Daddy, you didn't go to the city to sell vegetables?" Yang Dongxu shouted. Nowadays, many rural people deliver eggs and other things to the city, so Yang Dongxu no longer has to cover up.
"It's just one car. It's enough for two people. I don't need to go." Joining the army responded without raising his head, and at the same time he started playing cards: "A pair of hooks, call the police, and another card, do you want it?"
He glanced at his little father, Yang Dongxu, shook his head, turned around and walked out. It was not like he didn't know the virtues of his little father. He must have been up in the middle of the night, so he didn't go. If it weren't for the fact that many things in the city were new, he probably wouldn't have gone to the city during the day. Instead, he would hide here and play cards happily with others.
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