Everyone left in response, but they were all laborers anyway, and they brought nothing with them except the stone pier.

Wu Yingcheng turned back to the hotel, called Tang Ershan, and ran all the way back to Tongyeben's base.

Wu Yingchun and Han Ying left, and Wang Sufen and Wu Peizhong naturally took it, but no one came to hand over the mat.

I haven't seen each other for a day or two, and the two of them seem to be better, and they should have enough rest, but as soon as they saw Wu Yingcheng, their faces suddenly became ugly.

"Boss, are you back?"

Seeing Wu Yingcheng coming back, Wang Sufen came over, and Wu Peizhong went into the house to smoke a cigarette pouch.

Usually Wu Yingcheng doesn't come back for a day, the second elder can't think about it, he hasn't come back for three days, how can the second elder react like this?

Wu Yingcheng vaguely felt that something was happening.

"Mom, are you hiding something from me?"

Wu Yingcheng didn't have time to guess, so he asked directly.

Wang Sufen glanced back at Wu Peizhong, and stopped talking, just lowered her head and sighed.

Wu Yingcheng knew that Wang Sufen respected her father very much, and she would never say anything that her father didn't let her say.

He walked directly in front of his father, squatted down, and shook the ashes from the cigarette stick to the ground for him.

Wu Peizhong took a long breath and looked at Wu Yingcheng, "Boss, you guys have something to do, are you going a little too far?"

Wu Yingcheng calmed down, "Dad, what are some of the things you are talking about?"

Wu Peizhong said: "As the old saying goes, the earth is the mother of the peasant, and the sky is the father of the peasant.

During this time, we only cared about making money for ourselves, and we didn't notice that we had brought the villagers to a point of no return without food or drink. ”

Wu Deren, you dead old man!

Hearing this, Wu Yingcheng immediately reacted, it must be that this old man had said something bad to his father again.

But his father has always respected Wu Deren very much, and if he doesn't do his work, it is difficult to confront Wu Deren head-on.

took out the calmness and calmness that a sixty-two-year-old elder should have, looked at Wu Peizhong and said, "Dad, then tell me, what kind of road of no return have the villagers embarked on?"

Wu Peizhong didn't pay attention to the changes in Wu Yingcheng's expression and temperament, because in his eyes, no matter how calm and calm Wu Yingcheng was, he would always be a child who worried him.

This is the responsibility and persistence of a good father, and from the moment a child is born, it becomes a curse that can never be broken.

"Let's talk about our team first, in the past few days, seeing that we are going to be busy with farming, there are still many young people running to the second team, saying that they want to ask the master for his experience in making mats.

Let's talk about the three teams, Chen Fuqiang on the team, what a hard-working person he is, I heard people say that they all work in the field before dawn, and only go home in the dark when it gets dark.

But I haven't been working much lately, so I take a gun, get up early and go to hunt pheasants and hares, and then take them to the county seat to sell.

Finally, let's talk about the seventh team, Chunwazi and his second uncle, you should know, he insisted on working in the field before, but recently he poured up a few tea trees, saying that he wanted to make a fortune from this.

But what worries me the most is my eldest sister, she used to love labor, and she doesn't like it much recently.

If you have nothing to do, I will hold your books and read them, saying that when I grow up, I want to do business and make a lot of money like you.

The old people in the village are saying that it was you, Wu Yingcheng, who brought the atmosphere of our Gaoyan Village to ruin and cut off the way of life for their children and grandchildren. ”

Wu Yingchang took a breath, he knew that the real collision of ideas had begun.

Not only from Wu Deren, but also hundreds of fathers and villagers who want to live a good life, but dare not reform and innovate.

And the first collider is his father, the good old man who adheres to morality and dignity, and he will inevitably open his mind.

"Dad, XXX has said it, whether it's a black cat or a white cat, it's a good cat if you catch a mouse.

It is not wrong that the land belongs to the peasants, but no one stipulates that the peasants should cultivate the land, nor does they stipulate what should be planted in the land.

Those young people in our village, they went to the second group to ask the master for experience, but they took on some farm work.

But when he learned the craft, with the hands and feet of a young man, he could make five four-foot-2 mats in four days.

Let's calculate according to the conventional one green and four yellow, one green two dollars eight, one yellow eight cents, four eighty three yuan two, two yuan eight plus three yuan two, that is, six yuan, on average, a day five cents.

It is 45 yuan a month, 540 yuan a year, plus the price increase and fluctuation, after the craftsmanship is proficient, the efficiency is improved, and 600 yuan a year is not a problem.

How much difference can this amount be compared to the money you paid for planting land for a year?

And this can't take care of much farm work, and you don't have to worry so much about wind and rain, you can do it on sunny days and rain.

Let's talk about Chen Fuqiang and Chunwazi and his second uncle, they can use their brains to find a suitable way to get rich in difficult days, what's not to do?"

"This.... ”

Wu Peizhong wanted to say but had nothing to say.

Whether it is a farmer or a worker, who is busy all year round, who is not to earn some money and support his family.

Wu Peizhong is honest, but not stupid, although he doesn't have much culture, he has a clear mind, and his persistence is not unreasonable.

Of course, Wu Yingcheng would not give him a chance to refute, and directly turned the finger to Wu Deren.

"Dad, you tell me the truth, is it that grandpa has put some moths in the village again?"

"This...?"

Wu Peizhong's rebuttal thoughts were interrupted, thinking about the unpleasant words Wu Deren said, he was a little annoyed and a little unconvinced.

This old man is too ugly to speak, and his son is no longer right, but it is not a thousand-year-old scourge?

It's not the kind of street rat that everyone gets and is punished, why should the whole village be mobilized against him?

Wu Yingcheng saw the expression of calf protection on his father's face, sincere and helpless.

Don't ask how you see it, a son with a conscience should be able to see his father's expression, instead of blindly being arrogant and treating his father, the mountain that should be relied on, as a mountain that hinders him.

But his hesitation, his hesitation, and his sorrow were like an autumn wind, which made Wu Yingcheng feel a little cold.

He even began to wonder if his beautiful dream, in the eyes of these closed and short-sighted people, was like the wildflowers on the roadside, beautiful but no one wanted to stop for a moment.

But he couldn't get rid of that temptation, and he couldn't forget the trace of obsession when he was reborn, the thought of that moment.

In life, success or failure is not something to say by oneself, but to be judged by others in the future.

Some people are reborn for fame and wealth, and some people are reborn to make up for the regrets of their past lives.

But when he lived to his age, he knew that fame and wealth were like clouds, and there would never be a perfect life in the world.

When the tired bird returns to the forest and the giant kun falls into the sea, you will know what you want in this life.

It is nothing more than the harmony of neighbors and the reunion of relatives, and seeing that childhood partners are willing to hug themselves is far more satisfying than hugging a big boss, and seeing that all of them are promising, which is far more gratifying than bringing down a competitor.

So, he had to persevere, and he had to have his father persevere.

"Dad, let me tell you this, what your son wants to do, not everyone can do, and not everyone can do it.

One in ten thousand is already a difficult thing, and the road ahead will not be easy to walk, and there will be many opponents.

Please believe only one thing, your son will not embarrass you, nor will he embarrass the old Wu family, let alone push the villagers into the fire pit. ”

Wu Yingcheng's eyes, which became wise because of thinking, seemed to have captured something at this moment, and moved slightly.

"Boss, what are you going to do, Dad will definitely believe you, but others don't believe it, there are already many people in our village who refuse to buy you mats. ”

"What?"

The old tree fell, not because of the strong wind, but because of the emptiness of the heart, the old dog was unstable, not because of fear, but because of the danger.

Wu Yingcheng has a feeling that his heart has been hit, the depth of love, the depth of hate, and the pain of injury.

The two lives get along, and he has special feelings for everyone and everything in the village.

As the old saying goes, it is better to give a fish than to give it a fish, and the one who gives the fish is good, and the one who teaches the fish is good.

But what he Wu Yingcheng wants to do for these villagers now is not only to give them fishing, but also to give them fish ponds, which can be good.

But as for them, their opposition is not limited to words, but also to action.

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, can't I, Wu Yingcheng, live without them?"

This sentence was in his mind, like a wild dragon, constantly circling, savagely colliding, making him sixty-two calm, almost shattered in an instant.

But he still didn't say it after all.

The villagers are not wrong, but the fault is this troublemaker, this grandfather Wu Deren, who was supposed to help him realize his dream.

"I'm going to look for this old thing now! I'm going to ask him face to face, what did I, Wu Yingcheng, do to bring the villagers to a point of no return?"

"Boss!"

Wu Peizhong stood up, and at this moment, he found that his son, like Yue Fei in the mouth of the storyteller, could not be played with tears, and could not sue if there were grievances.

From this moment on, he was convinced that his son was the pride of his life, and he would never do that kind of thing that annihilated his conscience.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

Wu Yingcheng turned around and paused for a moment.

"Dad, I can do it. ”

Father and son want to see, one glance is enough, no need for many eyes.

Wu Peizhong didn't follow, but just took out a dry tobacco pouch, looked at Wang Sufen who came over, and smiled with satisfaction.

...

Old but not dead, for demons, dead but not rotten, for stiff.

If Wu Yingcheng wanted to use one word to describe Wu Deren at this time, he felt that it was most appropriate to use the word demon stiffness.

At this time, he did not have drunken nonsense, nor did he look at the confusion and helplessness of the large barren mountains opposite his home after the summer rain.

He has a clever tongue, comparable to Su Qin and Zhang Yi, and he is white-haired and arrogant, such as Lian Po and Huang Zhong.