Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 291: studying the heartbeat
Xizhong Village.
Wang Jianzhong was also preparing the melon seedlings at this time, and had just been moved.
Last year, he pulled out manure for three days in Taoxi Village, and got a packet of watermelon seeds, which he kept as a treasure.
After the beginning of spring and just entering March, she could not wait to plant watermelon seedlings, and waited carefully until now.
Squatting in the fields and looking at the transplanted melon seedlings, each padded and green, Wang Jianxin was extremely excited.
This is a small unicorn melon, a small unicorn melon in town that can sell for eight yuan!
Hua's shirt crouched there with him, looking at the soft seedlings that were shaking under the wind, excited but also worried, "Uncle, this number seems to be a little less, do you think Song Yueliang will accept it?"
He did not have many watermelon seeds, so he managed to plant two acres.
At the time of harvest, it was estimated that there were only about a thousand.
Wang Jianzhong turned his head and glared at him. "Stupid or not? Why do you want Song Yueliang to accept it? He only earned fifty cents for the melon he received! If we sell them in our own city, they cost eight yuan each! Do you count how many times the difference is? You've been in business for years and you still don't know how to pay off bills, so you deserve it every time!"
After being scolded, the flowery shirt was not only not irritated, but his eyes were bright.
Actually, he also meant that in his heart, but he did not dare to say it.
Afraid his uncle would say that he planned this little unicorn melon.
"Uncle, since this is the case, I will sell it for you when the time comes? You don't know this city very well. I've been there a few times, so I know where I can set up a stall!"
"We'll talk about it later, the melon hasn't grown yet, why the rush? Serve this melon well first."
"Okay, whenever you need my help, just let me know! I will definitely handle it well for you!"
The sun in May was already very hot. If you crouch in the field for a while, your entire body will feel hot.
After working for half a day, I sweat a lot and get dizzy.
Wang Jianzhong stood on his knees. Before leaving, he looked back towards the melon seedlings that were swaying gently in the wind. His eyes showed kindness, like seeing his favorite child.
This year, these two acres of tiny unicorn melons are her golden cakes.
Turn around and sell for money, and trade it for a big TV at home!
Wang Jianzhong hummed a bit of the song in a good mood, and walked back to the village slowly with his hands behind his back, his back straight.
The sun was scorching, but it did not melt his joy.
On the other hand, Taifeng Real Estate.
Song Ziyu lost the bet and had to go to Song Yueliang's company to work for him as a long-term worker without a salary for ten years.
But in any case, he refused to give up, and he also did not want to lose so badly.
Moreover, the Song Group was now at the bottom of the valley, and there were no projects to take on.
So the father and son combined and consolidated the land to at least recover the costs.
If lucky, street food and apartment rent after completion can give them an unexpected wave of dividends?
In the current Song family, mosquito legs are also meat.
I didn't expect there to be any problems with the land just two months after construction began.
Song Ziyu reported to Song Yueliang when she received the phone call.
After listening to the content on the phone, his face turned pale, and he turned around and rushed out.
Song Yueliang sifted through the documents she had just submitted, put them aside, then turned to ask Chen Mo who was standing by the table, "What's wrong with him?"
"Mr Song, wait a minute. I'll ask." After a while, Chen Mo came to report, his face looked rather smooth, "At that time Song Ziyu said that our land was covered in soft mud, and we could not build a house. I don't know if it was retribution. A layer of soft mud was also found beneath its soil, and unlike our soil which had underground rivers, there was a radial crack under its layer of soft mud. The crack was long and narrow, covering a quarter of the total area. And the position occupied by the gap was also strange ... Well, Song Ziyu's previous plan might not work anymore."
That was, Song Ziyu's land could not only not build a gourmet city according to his previous plan, but it could also not be turned into a beautiful place like his land.
The plan failed, and even if the plan was re-done, a quarter of the land would be unusable.
Song Ziyu was probably grieving in her heart right now.
"Where are those cracks?" tanyakanya.
Chen Mo's expression became even more refined, "The land next to our land should be a layer of soil extending from the underground river beneath us."
Song Yueliang, "..."
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly lifted the corner of his lips, "You found a way to get a copy of the geological map there."
"What does Mr Song mean?"
"Use fire to rob."
"Okay, I'll do it now."
Returning home at night, Song Yueliang was in a good mood, which attracted the people flying around her like flies.
In a futile attempt to capitalize on the good mood of the daughter-in-law, entered the room in one fell swoop, and successfully climbed onto the bed.
Qi Qi sighed many times, and at the same time was confused, "Eggy, why did my father do this? Even if you can't sleep with mom and me, you can sleep alone. Is there any difference? "
Eggy, "Your father's mind is not healthy, and his actions are not right. Honey, close the door early at night and remember to put up the bolts, so your father can live a long life."
Hearing that it was about his hundred-year-old father, Qiqi immediately turned serious, "OK! I will definitely lock the door tightly!"
After speaking, the little baby found a dark corner next to the stove, and shouted inside, "Dad, don't knock on the door at night, so that father can live a long life! Remember that! Qiqi will lock the door early!"
By this time, the people in the small courtyard had already eaten dinner, and it was already evening.
The corner next to the stove was dimly lit, and there was no one around. This is a good time.
Fu Yanchi had just pulled his wife, and was just about to bite her, when his father told him that he was about to fall to the ground.
My wife pushed him aggressively.
Fu Yanchi raised his forehead, "Qiqi, father will teach you a new lesson tomorrow."
"What housework?"
"Should I have a vision in terms of a light bulb?" As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yanchi kicked his wife again, and the pain was so painful that he almost shed tears.
Song Yueliang walked out of the corner quickly, carried her dazed daughter and left, "Don't listen to your father's nonsense."
"Mom, it's so dark inside, what are you and dad doing there?"
"..."
Fu Yanchi, "Mother is discussing my condition with Father, studying my heartbeat."
Zai'er's face became increasingly confused, unable to understand anything.
What Dad wants is he doesn't understand.
Walking out in weak steps, Fu Yanchi stood under the warm yellow light and looked up at the sky.
He had never considered himself miserable before.
Now is a very sad reminder.
Could it be that he really had to go to the hospital to book a VIP room in order to fulfill his long-cherished wish? Then smile and fall asleep on the coffin board?