Lao Mu, who had just arrived home, didn't have time to catch his breath when he heard a voice outside the gate: "Is Brother Mu at home today?"

This voice is familiar, it is Wang Tiancheng's voice, he must have something to do, this classmate who has been busy being a "pig official" recently, is now going to the Three Treasures Hall with nothing to do, Lao Mu thought of this, Tiancheng had already entered the door and greeted him: "Brother, I have been here twice, the first time you walked on the front foot, I arrived on the back foot, I didn't touch you, now it just so happens that I saw you coming back on the street, so I hurried to find you." ”

"You're a busy person now, why do you have time to think of me again?" said Lao Mu half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Now how could I forget you, brother, look at what you said, as if I am a merciless person. Tiancheng said funny.

"In the past few days of the festival, my mind is full of ideas for the child to solve the problem of sleeping, and I don't care about going to your place to sit, no, I just came back from Liu Xuefeng in Zhangji Village!" Lao Mu said and walked into the house, and Tiancheng followed.

"Xuefeng, you know, and I'm still a little close!" Tiancheng immediately said when he heard Lao Mu mention the three words "Liu Xuefeng" in Zhangji Village.

"If you know, then you know him very well!" Lao Mu suddenly became interested in the Xuefeng that Tiancheng talked about.

"I know a lot! When he graduated from high school, he took the entrance examination to what school, it seems that he can do machinery or something after graduation, it happened that there was a big flood that year, we have flooded the roads here, everyone only cares about disaster relief, plus the transportation is inconvenient, and failed to go through the admission procedures, and then the water went down, everything returned to normal, more than a month has passed since he left school, he went to the school to register, the school told him that it was too late, and he could not enter, so he missed the opportunity to go to college, but it's a pity! Later, from time to time he wrote a small draft for the newspaper to earn some soy sauce money, and he was also half a literati, for some reason, he stopped writing later, his three brothers, he was the eldest, the second was the old man of Binhu Middle School, and the third was now the secretary of the party committee of the township, and he was a good person in the village!" Tiancheng said so much in one breath, Lao Mu was not interested in it, what Lao Mu wanted to hear was what he was doing now to make a fortune, and the courtyard built at home was one of the best in the village, which was enough to show that the current Xuefeng was really extraordinary.

"Then what is he doing now? He doesn't look like an ordinary person!" asked Lao Mu.

"He has a good brain, I heard my daughter-in-law say that in the past few years, he has been doing food sales, and I heard that he has made a lot of money, and he has let his sister-in-law sell food in the market while selling, and naturally he has made money and come back, and his family lives in the village. Tiancheng said, his face overflowing with pride.

"Looking at his courtyard, it's really unusual!" Lao Mu's tone clearly showed envy.

"Look, we're just talking about his relative, what do you say?" asked Lao Mu with a smile as he looked at Tiancheng.

"Brother's thoughts, you have guessed what is on your brother's mind, I really have something to ask you!" Tiancheng replied.

"I can't help you with the things in the pigsty now!" Lao Mu felt that Tiancheng was in addition to the pigsty every day, it was the affairs of the village, the affairs of the village, Tiancheng never asked for others, he could handle it freely, and asking for help could only be his own private matter.

"Don't say it, it's about the pigsty!" Tiancheng replied earnestly.

"Then what else can I help?" Lao Mu was a little puzzled.

"This year, I plan to focus on raising sows, breeding piglets for sale, and want to give my pigsty a name!" Tiancheng felt that Lao Mu was superior to himself when he was in school, and he had been teaching in school for many years, so he naturally had more ink in his belly, and his name would be more elegant.

"It's just a sow pen, what name can it be, brood farm, breeding pig farm, these are all common names!" Lao Mu pondered for a while, looked up at the sky, and was thinking.

Mu Zhen, who was standing in the courtyard and listening to the two of them, seemed to be interested in the name, ran into the house and took a piece of paper and pen, and wrote down the words "joint production contract responsibility system", Mu Zhen felt that this pigsty should have something to do with joint production, so he wrote the words "joint production breeding farm", thoughtfully walked out of the house, came to Lao Mu and Tiancheng, and handed over the paper with his own words.

"Joint production breeding farm!" Tiancheng read out loud, patted his thigh, and exclaimed: "This name is good, joint production and continuous production homonym, this kind of pig farm wants quantity, continuous production indicates that there are more piglets, plus in recent years, the joint production contract responsibility system has been mentioned so loudly, joint production breeding pigs, these words are easy to remember, I look okay, old Brother Mu, what do you think of this name?" Tiancheng's tone of solicitation interrupted Lao Mu's train of thought.

"Co-production breeding pigs, this name is loud, as you said, this name is associated with breeding farms, just right!"

"Just use this name, tomorrow is a good day on the ninth day of the first lunar month, first write it on red paper and hang it out, and at the same time please set off firecrackers to celebrate!" Tiancheng paused when he said this.

Lao Mu understands that Tiancheng's celebration is actually to publicize it, so that more people know about his breeding farm, so that more farmers who want to feed pigs come to him to buy piglets!

"That's good, not only invite people from the village, but also invite some people from neighboring villages to come, let them know, and give you publicity!" Lao Mu proposed.

"That's what I mean, with a name, you can let more people know, so that you can sell the piglets at a good price!" Tiancheng said with certainty.

"Then you buy a few pieces of red paper as soon as possible and write your name!" Lao Mu reminded.

"This red paper has been bought, so please write it!" Tiancheng knew that when Lao Mu was in school, his handwriting was the best in the class, and every time he went out on the propaganda column, Lao Mu was the protagonist, and this inscription belonged to Lao Mu.

"This thing can help, but where to find the brush for writing big characters!" Lao Mu heard that Tiancheng handed over the inscription to him, and accepted it happily, and directly thought of the problem of the pen.

When it comes to the pen, Lao Mu thinks that when he was in school, he saw the art teacher cut the hemp rope, then disassemble one end, and press the homemade big brush on the ground, and he immediately explained: "I will solve the problem of the pen myself, you just have to invite the people from the neighborhoods to participate!"

Tiancheng nodded: "Okay, I'll go and please!" After speaking, he turned his head and walked out of the gate and walked towards the street.

Looking at the back of Tiancheng, Lao Mu suddenly felt that this classmate was tall, although he was not as good as himself in learning back then, but today's Tiancheng is much stronger than himself, dare to think and dare to do, only in this way can he achieve great things, and he is self-contained, many times, he also gives himself a reason not to do it, especially in the face of problems, the biggest thing is that his emotions are out of control, anxious like ants on a hot pot, and in the end nothing can be achieved. And Tiancheng's handling of things is not only praised, but also more than steady, has ideas in case of trouble, and is not confused, which responds to the words of the ancients that "I am born to be useful".

Lao Mu snuffed out the cigarette butt with that familiar action, went into the house and took out a hemp rope, took a knife to cut off a section from one end, then carefully twisted the twisted hemp with his hands, and gently smashed it flat with a hammer on the tablet, and then tied a piece of rope with a wooden stick, and a simple brush with a thick pen was ready.

Lao Mu first wet it with water, and then tried to press it on the wooden board, and then quickly wrote out a "link" word, although Lao Mu's line of grass and calligraphers can not be compared, but also the pen is powerful, like flowing water, ordinary people are difficult to have this foundation.

Lao Mu was admiring his masterpiece, and a child ran in outside the door, holding a roll of red paper in one hand and a large bottle of ink in the other, panting and saying, "Uncle, I asked me to give it to you!"

"It's just the right time!" Lao Mu untied the paper roll, folded the paper in half, cut it into two, and spread it on the board that had just been covered with old newspapers, and then took a porcelain bowl for eating, poured the ink into the bowl, put the pen peak of the homemade hemp brush into the ink of the porcelain bowl and dipped it in the ink, stood still, held the bundled wooden stick in his hand, drove the pen peak under the stick, used the wrist together, the pen was free, and it was integrated.