When he entered the door, he couldn't help but say that the little grandfather who put down the things picked up Yang Dongxu and turned around, and he became more and more fond of his little grandson.

"Uncle sit, sit, come and buy something. Dad Yang took out a cigarette and entertained the little grandfather.

"What you give your children food, but it's not for you, you don't count. The little grandfather said half-jokingly.

Dad Yang laughed, knowing that Uncle was joking with him. In the past, they only walked down their relatives from time to time, so there were not many opportunities for Dad Yang and Grandpa Yang Dongxu to come into contact, and politeness when meeting was more than actual feelings.

In the past month or two, we have run down together, and my uncle sometimes talks a little bit without giving Dad Yang's face. But for his side, he takes care of him very much, and he is not stupid, so he naturally feels it.

"Little grandpa, how's it going?" Yang Dongxu struggled out of his little grandfather's arms and asked.

"This thing is a bit difficult to get done, I asked if there was a brick machine in the agricultural machinery factory in the city, and through the relationship of Director Li, I invited a deputy director of the workshop to dinner, and told him about the brick making machine you said. It's not a big problem to make the machine simple, but the engine is a problem, and that thing burns diesel, and diesel is not easy to get right now. And ......"

Listening to his little grandfather's narration, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and then he also felt that he seemed to be thinking too much.

It's not that there are too many cars in the future to make it, so a brick machine can't have an engine like a car, but in this era when bicycles are rare, it's difficult for you to even get a motor.

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

In the past six months, especially in recent months, he always feels that his son is becoming more and more uncontrollable, and he is not disobedient. But it made him more and more incomprehensible, could it be that Mr. Zhou's teaching level is really so high, and his son has become a genius? Dad Yang speculated in his heart.

"Nothing came out, 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 only a six-year-old child, he will discuss with you on an equal footing, and sometimes it can even be said to be a typical scholar's thought.

Dad Yang has a lot of temper, something doesn't go well, or he feels that his son is too smart and his old man is a little faceless, so he slapped Yang Dongxu's ass with a few slaps and was not reasonable at all.

"What are you yelling at, what should I do if I scare the child? I think Xuzi will be better than you in the future, you only know a few words, and Xuzi can read the newspaper or in Russian. Seeing that Dad Yang was angry, Grandpa Yang Dongxu was unwilling.

This is his own heart and soul baby, or such a smart and clever heart and liver baby, how can he be bullied casually. Even if this person is Yang Dongxu Laozi, it can't be.

"Uncle, you can't get used to him so much, he's almost lawless. You said that the fertilizer is good or not, I don't know, he directly asked for several bags to be sprinkled in the field, other people's fields are planted with wheat, he has to leave a few pieces of spring and say that he will keep them for next year's watermelon, you say, you say......"

"You talk about it, you know what. I don't have a brain at all, what's wrong with growing watermelons. Don't you see watermelons in the supply and marketing cooperatives? That price is more expensive than meat and is in short supply, you have such a son, you should be stupid, you don't know what to command. The little grandfather glared at Dad Yang with an unhappy face, quite a posture that Dad Yang was going to beat Yang Dongxu when he was unhappy.

"I didn't say anything, didn't I leave a few acres of land. It's just that we haven't grown watermelons before, so I'm a little unsure. Dad Yang said weakly.

Obviously, he was not frightened by the momentum of the little grandfather, even if the little grandfather beat him, he didn't dare to fight back as if he was walking Yang Dongxu.

Instead, he thought of the watermelon he saw in the supply and marketing cooperatives in the summer, just like Yang Dongxu's grandfather said, the watermelon is more expensive than meat, and ordinary people can't buy it.

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

Of course, it is not the main reason why Yang Dongxu encouraged his father to plant watermelons, as a person who has come over, he has a long-term view of things than his current narrow-minded father, even if there are no rich people in the city, watermelons should make money or make money.

The ground is sprinkled with chemical fertilizer, although it is not much, but compared with the current yield of 500 catties of wheat per mu, it is foreseeable to harvest about 700 catties next year.

There is a lot of land in Yangjia Village, and each family has nearly two acres of land, which means that no matter how much wheat can be harvested by adults and children, the rest of the land after handing over the public grain will definitely not be able to be eaten.

When the time comes, don't want money, a pound of watermelon for a pound of wheat is definitely a big profit, the yield of wheat per mu is 700 catties, the watermelon is at least 3,000 catties or more, and the fertilizer and water are enough for four or five thousand catties can also be reached, such a good opportunity to make money Yang Dongxu naturally can't let go.

In fact, this is a very simple truth, and people with brains in later generations can figure it out with a little pondering. To sum up, when there is more wheat and it is worthless, watermelons naturally have a good market.

If it weren't for the fact that Yang Dad didn't listen to it very much, Yang Dongxu even wanted to plant watermelons on the whole family's land, and when others saw that they were rushing to plant it to make money, they could change to wheat and soybeans or something, and then focus on something else. As long as you keep the things you grow rare and high-yielding, you can make money no matter how you exchange other people's excess wheat.

After the adobe was dried, Yang Dongxu's family built a pigsty and replaced it with two little piglets from the town and threw them in.

In Yang Dongxu's view, if you can't save costs by raising pigs on a large scale, you can't make a lot of money from raising pigs in rural areas.

When the fog rises and the frost falls three times, people are already quietly entering the cold winter.

At one or two o'clock in the morning, Dad Yang began to get up, washed up casually, carried the horse lantern with cold water, and walked towards the back house with the yellowish light.

Yesterday afternoon, I collected a cart of Chinese cabbage and put it at Yang Dongxu's grandfather's house, and today I will pull it to the supply and marketing cooperatives in the city, and I have already greeted Director Li two days ago.

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

It's obvious that getting up at this point to deliver vegetables won't be able to catch up with today's morning market, but it doesn't matter, Chinese cabbage is very resistant to storage in winter. It will be delivered in the morning and bought tomorrow and it will still be fresh, and the person who buys it will not pick anything, even if it is delivered in the morning and at night.

However, Dad Yang obviously didn't want to spend the night in the city, he was awkward to go to Yang Dongxu's second aunt's house, and he was worried about the money if Director Li arranged to live in a hostel.

So it's just right to get up and set off at this point, go to the city in the middle of the afternoon, sell it and bring the money, or buy some things you need, and treat a casual breakfast as lunch, and come back before dark to catch dinner.

"What about joining the army?" came to the back house, Yang Dongxu's grandfather's kerosene lamp had been lit, and Dad Yang, who was a little tiptoe on his right leg, was opening the door handle 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.

"You just get used to it, see if you can get used to it for the rest of your life. Dad Yang muttered unhappily and went to the side room to take the cow.

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

Naturally, this is not any breakfast prepared, but eaten on the road. I have no appetite when I wake up now, but I am hungry after walking long distances. The bamboo basket is not warm, if you wait until the morning again, everything will be cold again, and you can't eat it in winter. So after walking a distance, when the food in the bamboo basket was still slightly hot, it was estimated that Yang Dad and the two were also hungry, so they just had a meal.

"Be careful on the road and come back early after selling. Seeing that Dad Yang put the cow on the cart and was ready to go, Grandma Yang Dongxu advised.

"I know, mother, it's cold outside, you can come into the house. Dad Yang walked forward with a horse lantern in one hand and a cow in the other, followed by Yang Dongxu's grandfather who was a little tiptoeing.

"Dad, you can get in the car, I'll just lead the cow." Seeing that his father's legs and feet were inconvenient, Dad Yang spoke.

"It's not so expensive, and besides, it will freeze in the car on this cold day, so it's better to walk. Grandpa Yang Dongxu shook his head.

Although I thought that I had undergone surgery to cut the sore and hit a nerve, my right leg was a little tiptoeing, but there was no muscle atrophy and other symptoms in my leg, except for the ugly walking, my right leg was no different from other people's normal legs and feet.

As for the situation of his father's legs and feet, Yang Dad obviously knew in his heart that it was indeed extremely cold in the middle of the night in the cold winter, and it was indeed not comfortable to walk while sitting on the ox cart and being cold, so he raised his hand to blow out the horse lamp in his hand to save some oil. Grandpa Yang Dongxu walked in front with a lantern, and he followed from behind.

After eating in the morning, Yang Dongxu walked towards Mr. Zhou's house, his sister Hongying was on winter vacation, and there was no work to do in winter, so he could take his sister with him, and Yang Dongxu could finally be free for a while.

When he walked to the carpenter's house, he was stunned for a moment, turned around and pushed the door and walked in to take a look, yes, he heard what he was shouting just now is his uncle joining the army, at this time a group of people are playing cards around where they are, although the cards are very shabby, either missing a corner, or only half is left, but a few people are having a good time, and there are many people watching next to them.

"Little Dad, didn't you go to the city to sell vegetables?" Yang Dongxu shouted. Now many rural people are sending eggs or something to the city, so Yang Dongxu no longer has to hide it.

"Just one car, enough for two people, I don't have to go. The army didn't raise his head in response, and at the same time began to play cards: "A pair of hooks, call the police, and a card, do you want it?"

Glancing at his little father, Yang Dongxu shook his head, turned around and walked out, he didn't know what kind of virtue his little father was. He must have not gotten up in the middle of the night, if it weren't for the fact that many things in the city were fresh, he probably wouldn't have gone to the city during the day, but hid here and played cards happily with others.

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