Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 188: Welcome again next time
Wang Jianzhong was unwilling to agree at first, but the flower-patterned shirt could not stand it.
Carrying the burden was excruciating, and his shoulders were tired from the pole after he had just carried it.
Instead of carrying a load of dirt on the mountain, he prefers to drive a tractor for three days.
With the help of a large iron ox and the joint efforts of the villagers, the new melon fields in the mountains behind Taoxi Village had been fertilized entirely in less than three days.
Get the job done on the last day, and the sun is almost setting.
Wang Jianzhong's uncle and nephew squatted on the roadside in shame, holding a water bottle and looking at the neatly arranged mountains.
The land at the top of two hills, and the horseback riding place, were all the hard work of their uncle and nephew.
I haven't made much effort on my own land.
After three days of hard work, both of them lost a lot of weight.
The big green iron cow stopped not far from the two of them. The villagers who had finished carrying their cargo stopped and did not leave. They all gathered around the big iron cow, patting here and wiping there.
His face refused to part, as if to say goodbye to his brother.
Some residents even took buckets and washcloths, as well as brought water from roadside gutters to help wash dirt and debris on the body of the truck.
The children playing nearby saw this and shouted for help. A cloth was torn into several small pieces. You wipe the generator while I wipe the car tire.
With a little effort, a dusty and smelly tractor will look new.
The flowery shirt tightened the lid of the kettle, pursed the lips, "A group of old hats, I will clean the car twice in the shallow river, it takes a lot of energy."
“You have been working in the village for three days, and the tractor has been running for three days. Everyone in the village thanked me. Help me wash and wash the car. It doesn't take much energy, and it'll save you some effort." The old village chief put his hands behind his back, coming cheerfully from the other side.
Wang Jianzhong became angry when he heard his voice, and he did not even bother to pretend, "I am very grateful for the money. The tractor had been running for three days, and several light boxes of diesel oil had caught fire. Is there any point in saying something good?"
"Here, it's two hundred yuan. There are people in our village who have cultivated land and paid 50 cents per hectare of land. I've already gathered the entire amount, so I don't want you to suffer in vain."
The old man's dark and rough hands, covered with brown age spots, held a stack of banknotes in his hands, and handed them to Wang Jianzhong and a flower-patterned shirt.
A penny and two cents, fifty cents each, a thick stack.
It doesn't look very good if it's cut into pieces, but it costs two hundred yuan, which is definitely not a small amount.
The flower-patterned shirt did not say a word, took the banknotes and put them in his pocket.
Originally, fertilizing the soil in Taoxi Village was none of his business. If his uncle doesn't pull him hard, he won't come.
He had been bored for the past two days and was unhappy, but he did not expect that the people in Taoxi Village knew how to behave.
Put the money in your pocket, and a floral shirt will feel more comfortable.
Wang Jianzhong did not say anything about his actions of raising money, and snorted at the smiling old man, with his yin and the strange one, "Very generous, why don't you give me watermelon seeds from your village?"
The old village chief laughed out loud and quickly said, "You want watermelon seeds from our village? Yep! If you leave later, I'll wrap the bag for you."
"really? You don't want to fool people? This is the most profitable thing in your village." Wang Jianzhong's eyes flashed with surprise, and he finally looked straight at the old village chief.
Little Qilingua not only made money, but also throughout Hagilu City and even throughout Hui City, this was a unique thing, one that was not available anywhere else.
You could say a small Qilin melon can be sold at a good price. In addition to its good taste, the main reason is its uniqueness.
If Li Laogen really gave him the melon seeds, wouldn't that mean he created a competitor for himself?
Only those whose brains were kicked by such a stupid donkey!
After all, if it was him, he would definitely not be so generous, and he would definitely hold the melon seeds tightly. Anyone who dared to go against the idea of melon seeds had to challenge Wang Jianzhong.
As he left Taoxi Village, Wang Jianzhong carried a large bag of seeds in his arms.
The Taoxi villagers who escorted them were very enthusiastic and kept waving to them, "Master Wang! Come again next time!"
A flower shirt with a face as black as a paint pot, holding a tractor handle, gritted his teeth and said, "Come, Dad!"
Don't give me the money!
Driving a tractor to pull dirt, the smell is so pungent, anyone who likes to do this kind of work will do it!
Wang Jianzhong held the melon seeds carefully, not speaking, his old face was deep and he did not know what he was thinking.
The tractor drove on a sturdy road in Taoxi Village, there were almost no bumps, only loud and rumbling sounds.
On the side of the road, a curly yellow-haired young man in a trendy look while holding a baby, spoke while walking, looking lazily from behind, full of vigor.
Hearing the sound of the tractor, the little milk baby turned around, with a sweet smile on his face, raised his little hand and waved, and said something in his mouth.
Chug chug was too loud to hear the baby's voice, but Wang Jianzhong and Hua Shirt understood the shape of his mouth—welcome again!
Both of them were very impressed with this little pulled-up baby boy!
Especially the flower-patterned shirt, she was beaten by Xiaowazi with a fire stick two days ago.
Shit, like an adult beating a disobedient child, he was captured and beaten!
The two of them averted their eyes, without squinting, and left the little milk baby far behind.
Before driving away, two more people appeared in the roadside alley.
Men and women, although all dressed normally, even wearing plastic sandals are not good, but at a glance can be seen from the city.
My wife, uncle and nephew knew each other.
Song Yueliang, a well-known businesswoman in Huicheng, donated 500,000 yuan to support the city.
The two men had never met before, but their attitude showed that they were not ordinary people.
After getting in and out of the car, the man nodded to them with a smile in his eyes, very polite.
"Stop the car." Wang Jianzhong said suddenly.
The flower shirt was unknown, so he stopped his tractor by the roadside, and the roar disappeared. She was just about to ask what was going on, when she heard the voice of the little baby boy behind her.
“Dad, Mother, are you here to pick up Qiqi?”
Both of them shook their heads and looked at the same time.
The sight that caught their attention shocked the two of them.
The little milk baby dressed like a sunflower rushed up to Song Yueliang and threw himself into her arms.
That flower shirt has a toothache.
He still remembered the day when he sold the watermelon in Taoxi Village, he and Song Yueliang faced each other at close range, and the woman's eyes and words made him instantly pinch his tail.
Damn, the woman who was more arrogant than this man was the mother of that little child?
"It is fitting that Taoxi Village is so stubborn this time, even senior lawyers have come here, and the God of Wealth covers their heads!" The flower-patterned shirt trembled and looked at the people around him, "Uncle, I'm afraid Taoxi Village won't be able to handle it in the future."
Wang Jianzhong lowered his head, looked at the watermelon seeds in his arms, and said after a moment of silence, "Let's go."