In the past year, he has been to some places, carried heavy work, and worked part-time jobs. Eventually, I stayed at a construction company in the city.

With his three-inch tongue skills, he found a good job. It is to help take care of the construction materials on the construction site and become a material custodian.

It wasn't long before he figured out where some of the building materials came from and what they were used for. Gradually, he discovered that some of the materials were made of a type of white stone.

After careful questioning, I learned that this stone is called dolomite. It can be polished to make many construction materials, such as putty, lime, cement additives for construction, as well as plastics, fertilizers, papermaking, refractory materials and so on.

It's very useful, and it's in short supply. This kind of stone, the more Mao Xiang looks at it, the more it looks like the stone on the white stone line in the west of his village.

He didn't dare to make a noise, but secretly went back to the village to get a bag of stones, transported them to the company, and asked someone to inspect them.

In the end, it was determined that it was this kind of stone. He went to the stone site more than 100 miles away and carefully inspected the equipment and technology of excavating the stone.

I feel more and more that the equipment is simple, the process is simple, but there is a lot of money, and it can be done in the village, and the prospects are even more promising.

These days, he is in contact with several professionals, ready to do a big job. This is the confidence and root cause of Mao Xiang's courage to go crazy and ruthless.

At this time, the noon Xinghua Village was as comfortable as ever. People who have left work are hurrying towards their homes.

Get some food to eat as soon as possible to fill your stomach and take time to squint for a while to get rid of fatigue and cope with the heavy work that will start in the afternoon.

A few elderly people pulled the-eating cubs, hid under the luxuriant apricot trees, and the east and west families talked about some shadows and shadows.

The dried-out fingers clutched the worn-out fan, shaking it unhurriedly, and from time to time scolding the restless little cubs around him.

Suddenly, student cubs poured out of the school gate, wriggling like a swarm of ants.

The puppies screamed loudly and ran like hungry wolves to their doors.

At this noon, wisps of green smoke came out one after another in the small courtyard of the farmhouse. There is a faint fragrance of fried green onions in the increasingly hot air, waving a warm and warm home atmosphere.

It is this kind of smell that immediately reminds people of their own yards, their own pots and stoves, and the cleaned rice and washed vegetables placed on the pots.

As a result, few people can endure this kind of **. One by one, they all threw down their work like ghosts and ran towards the gate of their homes.

The smoke coming out of the chimney of the Sifang restaurant is the thickest. I think there's another diner in the restaurant. The Quartet must be sweating and busy on the big stove with the tongue of fire rolling, turning the big frying spoon in his hand hard, and flipping the aroma of the food to the streets and alleys as far away as possible, so as to attract more lazy and trouble-saving gluttonous cats.

Mao Xiang can't stand the fragrance anymore. He no longer squatted at the base of the mountain and was alone, but hurried towards his home.

He wants to tell Full Moon that he has an amazing secret to making a fortune. She is about to become a rich man with a lot of money, and she is about to become a rich lady that everyone envies.

More importantly, Xingzi finally recognized his father from his heart, and he finally had a bigger and better head in the second half of his life.

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