The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

The little grandpa who couldn't help but put down his things when he entered the door propped Yang Dongxu up and turned around. He loved his little grandson more and more.

"Uncle, sit down, sit down, why don't you buy something when you come here?" Father Yang took out a cigarette to entertain the little grandpa.

"It's for children, not for you. 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, I only left relatives from time to time, so Dad Yang and Grandpa Yang Dongxu didn't have many opportunities to meet, and politeness was more than actual affection when meeting.

In the past one or two months, we ran down together, although my uncle sometimes spoke a little bit to face Yang's father. But he took good care of himself and he was not stupid, so he felt it naturally.

"Grandpa, how's it going?" Yang Dongxu asked as he struggled down from his grandpa's arms.

"It's a bit tricky. I asked at the agricultural machinery factory in the city if there was a brick-making machine. I found a relationship and invited a deputy director of the workshop to dinner. I also told him about the brick-making machine you mentioned. The machine is simple. It’s not a big problem to make it, but the engine is a problem, and that thing burns diesel, and diesel is not easy to handle now. Also.”

Listening to his little grandfather's narration, Yang Dongxu couldn't help being a little disappointed, and then he felt that he really seemed to think too much.

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

"What's wrong with you again?" Father Yang glared at his son.

For more than half a year, especially in the last few months, he always felt that his son was getting more and more out of control, and it wasn't that he was disobedient to discipline. But it made him more and more incomprehensible. Could it be that Mr. Zhou's teaching level is really so high that his son has become a genius? Father Yang wondered in his heart.

"No moth, absolutely nothing." Yang Dongxu kept shaking his head.

Compared with your teacher, as long as what you say makes sense, even if you are only 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 a typical scholar's thinking of asking for advice.

Father Yang has a lot of temper tantrums, and if something goes wrong, or he feels that his son is too smart, he is a bit shameless as an old man, so he slaps Yang Dongxu's ass with a few slaps, which is unreasonable.

"What are you yelling at? 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. Xuzi can read newspapers in Russian." willing.

This is my darling, and such a smart darling, how could he be bullied casually. Even if this person is my father Yang Dongxu.

"Uncle, you can't spoil him like this, he's almost lawless. You don't know if the chemical fertilizer is good or not, but he just ordered several bags and sprinkled it on the ground, and other people's fields are planted with wheat. He insisted on saving a few pieces for the spring and said that he would save them for planting watermelons next year, you say, you say."

"What the hell do you know? You don't have any brains. What's wrong with growing watermelons? Didn't you see watermelons in the supply and marketing cooperatives? The price is more expensive than meat and the supply is in short supply. You must be silly to have such a son, What do you know or not? Command blindly." The little grandpa stared at Father Yang with an unhappy face, quite as if he would beat Yang Dongxu if Father Yang was unhappy.

"I didn't say anything wrong, didn't those acres of land also stay. It's just that we haven't grown watermelons before, so we're a little uneasy." Father Yang said weakly.

Obviously he wasn't frightened by the little grandpa's aura, even if the little grandpa beat him, he didn't dare to fight back as if he had left Yang Dongxu.

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

In fact, although poor living materials are very scarce in this era, not everyone is poor. There are poor people, and naturally there are rich people. In particular, there are more rich people in the city, such as the leaders of agricultural machinery factories, such as supply and marketing cooperatives, and their living standards are naturally high.

Of course, it wasn't the main reason why Yang Dongxu encouraged his father to grow watermelons. As someone who came here, he took a longer-term perspective than his father with a narrower vision. Even if there are no rich people in the city, watermelons should still make money.

The fields are sprinkled with chemical fertilizers. Although there are not many, compared with the current yield of 500 catties per mu of wheat, it is foreseeable to harvest about 700 catties next year.

Yangjia Village has a lot of land, and each person has nearly two mu of land. That is to say, no matter adults or children, each person's field can harvest more than 1,400 catties of wheat.

At that time, no money will be required, and a catty of watermelon can be exchanged for a catty of wheat. It will definitely make a lot of money. The yield of wheat per mu is 700 catties, and the watermelon is at least 3,000 catties. If there is enough fertilizer and water, it can be achieved by four to five thousand catties. 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 future generations will be able to figure it out after a little thought. To sum it up, things are rare and expensive. When there is too much wheat and it is worthless, there will naturally be a good market for watermelons.

If it weren't for the fact that Dad Yang didn't listen very much when he was young, Yang Dongxu even wanted to plant watermelons on the whole family's land. Order something else. As long as the things you grow are rare and high-yield, you can make money by exchanging others' 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 the large-scale pig raising cannot save costs, the rural pig raising will not make a lot of money at all. It is just that some odd money for pig food that usually looks inconspicuous can be praised and turned into whole money.

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

At one or two o'clock in the morning, Dad Yang started to get up, wash up casually, refresh himself with cold water, hold the lantern, and walk towards 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 will take it to the supply and marketing agency in the city. I have already greeted Director Li two days ago. There is also a shortage of vegetables there, so there is no need to set up a stall to sell it as planned. vegetable.

Compared with those aquatic products in summer, cabbage is naturally more resistant to transportation and storage. Putting wheat straw on both sides of the cart, as long as the Chinese cabbage is not squeezed hard, there is basically no loss.

Getting up at this point to deliver food is obviously not in time for today's morning market, but it doesn't matter, Chinese cabbage is very resistant to storage in winter. If it is delivered in the morning and then sold tomorrow, it will still be fresh, and buyers will not pick anything, even if they get up in the morning and deliver it at night.

But Dad Yang obviously didn't want to spend the night in the city, so he was uncomfortable going to Yang Dongxu's second aunt's house, and he felt sorry for the money if Director Li arranged for him to stay in a hotel.

So it’s just right to get up and start at this point, go to the city in the middle of the noon, take the money after selling it, buy some things you need, treat a casual breakfast as lunch, and come back before dark to catch up with dinner.

"Where are you going to join the army?" The kerosene lamp at Grandpa Yang Dongxu's house in the back house was already lit, and Father Yang, who was a little on tiptoe with his right leg, was opening the door and pulling the car outside.

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

"Just get used to it, and see if you can get used to it for a lifetime." Father Yang muttered unhappily and went to the side room to pick up the cow.

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

Naturally, this wasn't some kind of breakfast, but something to eat on the road. Now I just got up and have no appetite, but I am hungry after walking a long distance. If the bamboo basket is not kept warm, if you wait until the morning to eat, everything will be cold and you can’t eat it in winter. So after walking a certain distance, when the food in the bamboo basket was still slightly hot, Dad Yang and his father were probably hungry, so they just had a meal.

"Be careful on the road, and come back early after selling things." Seeing that Father Yang put the cow on the cart and was about to set off, grandma Yang Dongxu urged.

"Understood, mother, it's cold outside, you go into the house." Father Yang walked forward with the lantern in one hand and the cow in the other, followed by Yang Dongxu's grandfather who was a little tiptoe.

"Dad, you can take the car, I'll just lead the cow." Seeing his father's inconvenient legs and feet, Dad Yang said.

"It's not that precious, and besides, you'll be frozen in the car in this cold weather, so it's better to walk." Grandpa Yang Dongxu shook his head.

Although I thought that my right leg was a little on tiptoe because I had the surgery to cut the sore, but there was no muscle atrophy or other symptoms in the leg. Except for the ugly walking, my right leg was no different from other people's normal legs.

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 night, and it was really not comfortable to walk in the cold in a bullock cart, so he raised his hand and blew out the lantern in his hand to save some fuel. Grandpa Yang Dongxu walked in front with 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 he didn't have much work to do in winter, so he could take his sister with him, and Yang Dongxu was finally free for a while.

When he walked to the carpenter's house, he was stunned for a moment, turned around and opened the door and walked in. He heard rightly that the one who yelled just now was his uncle joining the army. At this time, a group of people were playing cards. Either a corner was missing, or there was only half of it left, but a few people had a great time playing, and there were many people watching.

"Daddy, didn't you sell vegetables in the city?" Yang Dongxu shouted. Now many rural people send eggs to the city, so Yang Dongxu doesn't have to cover it up anymore.

"Just one car, enough for two people, I don't need to go." Joining the army didn't raise his head, and started to play cards at the same time: "A pair of hooks, call the police, and there is another card, do you want it?"

Glancing at his younger father, Yang Dongxu, shook his head, turned around and walked out. It's not that he doesn't know what kind of virtue his younger father is. It must be because he didn't get up in the middle of the night, so he didn't go. If it wasn't for the freshness of many things in the city, he probably wouldn't go to the city during the day, but hid here and played cards happily with others.

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