Seeing this scene, Xingzi thought that the time had come. He shirked and said, "You don't have to worry about my business, I know it in my heart." I have the final say on what kind of family you want to find, and you can't have an arranged marriage.

Mao Xiang nodded again and again, that's, that's, our family is a democratic family, of course we can't engage in arranged marriages. I'm also the most opposed to arranged marriages.

Xingzi answered, Dad, let me go in advance. There's another important matter to discuss with you, I don't know what your opinion is.

Mao Xiang replied, what's the big deal, you make your own decision, and you need to discuss something with me. All the big and small things in the field will be handed over to you. Consult in all things.

Xingzi was excited for a while and said, So, whatever I want to do, I can do it.

Mao Xiang replied happily, that's, that's. It's a mile to do, and I'm worried about something.

Xingzi didn't expect things to go so smoothly, it was just effortless. He was so happy that he got carried away. He said disregardlessly, that's good, I'll call the money tomorrow, and I won't be able to make my aunt feel sad and anxious.

Mao Xiang became alert. He asked, "What is the money?" and where is the money going.

Xingzai's heart sank, and he replied, it is the preserved fruit factory. Their funds are tight, and they can't even pay their salaries. I promised to help them, so I lent them a hundred thousand. They also agreed, and they will return it in less than two months, and they are ready to pay us interest.

Before Xingzai's words were finished, Mao Xiang slammed the wine glass on the dining table, glared at the beads of his eyes and shouted, No, absolutely not. Whoever you lend money to make it successful, even if you don't lend a penny to the preserved fruit factory, not even half a penny.

Mao Xiang's sudden anger frightened the family's eyes. Suddenly, the room was as silent as a vacuum.

Xingzi knew that he was too anxious, and left all the grievances between Mao Xiang and the preserved fruit factory behind. He still couldn't help but ask, why. It's all a village business, so you have to help me, I'll help you. It doesn't have to be like that.

Mao Xiang was already burning with rage. His eyes were still as big as copper coins, and his voice was still high, as if he was fighting desperately with someone. He replied sharply, why, don't you know. How did they kick me out. How ruthless their methods are. I, Song Maoxiang, remember it in my life, and I won't forget it until I die.

Zhu'er kindly persuaded, uncle, don't be so angry when you are old. If you're angry, it's not worth it. People are in trouble, and Xingzi wants to help each other, which can be regarded as an adult field for his family. Once we have any difficulties in the future, there will be someone to help us, someone to help.

Mao Xiang glanced at him lightly and said, This is a business in the field, not a private matter at home, so I can't help you interfere.

Zhu'er was so blocked that he couldn't say a word. His face was even redder, and even his neck was covered with bruises. He stopped squeaking, just sat down and drank tea.

Apricot can't stand it anymore. He said, "Dad, you're not right." Brother Zhu'er is right, you can't do everything. If you do it, it is equivalent to blocking your own back road. No matter how you put it, the preserved fruit factory is also the lifeblood of our village. Who doesn't have an apricot orchard to join in? If the factory closes down, it will not be a loss for a few people, but for the whole village. You think, if we borrow money to help the preserved fruit factory, aren't we helping the whole village?

Mao Xiang interrupted him rudely, hating and saying, you think I am a living bodhisattva. Who helped me when I was unlucky before? No, not even a child. How much effort I have made for the preserved fruit factory, who can see that it is taken to heart, and there is no one. They all wish that I, Song Maoxiang, would die, and then go to escape the famine and ask for food, and then carry the work and wander. That is what follows their hearts and accords to their wishes. They're all waiting to see my jokes and kick me down. Fortunately, God was not blind, so he called me Song Maoxiang to kick out of the field again. They began to blush again, and they followed me like pugs. I also know how to call my brother and brother, and I also know how to call my uncle and my master. Xingzai, think about it, there are still a few good people in our village, and all of them are white-eyed wolves. I used the money to buy bones and feed them to the dog, and the dog knew to wag his tail and show me the nursing home. If you help them, and then tell them to work together to fix me? There is no door.

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