This year's income from selling apricot fruits is something that the villagers never dreamed of.

As soon as the wheat harvest was completed, the apricot money was collected in batches. Every household has a sum of money that has never been seen before, ranging from three to five hundred yuan, to a thousand yuan, and the largest family has more than a thousand yuan. These more or less tickets were snatched by adults and children in turn, and they were carefully counted countless times with the saliva on the tip of their tongues. The more you count, the more you want to count, and the more you count, the more you can't let go. Some brand-new tickets, which were originally hard and tied, were pinched and twisted around by the fingertips of the big and small, and became much softer, and there was stubble on the edges. Some people are still worried about the thick stack of tickets in their hands, and they don't know where to put them in to be safe. As a result, there are various ways to hide the tickets. Some were hung on the fence, some were stuffed into the cracks of the walls of the corners, and some were buried in the grain hoards. Others simply sewed the ticket into the pillow and slept with the ticket on the pillow every night, saying that it was only when they fell asleep that they could feel at ease.

While the apricot fruit is abundant, the wheat in the field has also achieved a bumper harvest. The feces and urine that went into the field last year have begun to play a role this year. This year, the rain is reconciled, and the wind is coming, and the rain is going to rain, and the wheat grains are large and the seeds are grown, and the harvest is much more than last year. More importantly, this year, the village primary school has achieved unprecedented results since the establishment of the school, and several children have been admitted to the commune middle school. While the villagers were so happy with their income that they couldn't sleep all night, Xylophone was so happy that the school sent so many students out at once. In Muqin's view, it is only a matter of time before the increase in income, but the children dare not delay their studies in the slightest.

Because of the various experiences of his marriage, Mr. Hu deeply understood the sour apricot xylophones at that time and sacrificed their lives to help him recklessly. Therefore, he made up his mind to repay this kindness. He used all his strength to breastfeed, determined to make an appearance for the villagers to see, and more importantly, to show the bastards in the middle school that his surname Hu was by no means a straw bale bear. He racked his brains day and night to study the textbooks, pondered the path of the test papers every year, and taught in a targeted manner, and finally got such good results as he has today. Eight or nine babies, including Zhong'er, Xingzai, Bangwa, Dongzhi, Ziyan, Zhu'er, Wenwen and Binbin, were successfully admitted to the commune junior high school. Even the people in the commune's cultural and educational group were taken aback and muttered, Xinghua Village is going to produce unprecedented talents.

Muqin personally went to Mr. Hu's house, where he lived in the school, to congratulate him, and invited him and his family to eat at home. Mr. Hu was embarrassed to go, but he couldn't hold back the xylophone's hard persuasion, so he agreed. Hanging Er is already pregnant, the month is not big, and she is still moving freely, so she went to the xylophone house to help cook.

Xylophone made it very rare for Mao Sheng to sit in the courtyard and smoke, talking to Teacher Hu. She cooked the stir-fry herself, and stewed an old hen that was laying eggs, making the intoxicating aroma of meat waft through the yard. The foreign bank and the people followed each other and broke in, looking for something to do with Jing'er. Seeing that the atmosphere in the courtyard was like hospitality, they shrank their heads and were about to go out, when they called out the xylophone to pour dirty water from the pot house. Xylophone called out to them stiffly, saying that they were just looking for someone to accompany the wine, and you two came.

The two of them didn't dare to hide anymore, so they twisted into the courtyard and sat around Mao Sheng and Teacher Hu. Yang Xing and Mr. Hu have long known each other, and they are brothers-in-law and brother-in-law, so they talk nonsense. The foreign bank boasted to him about the many landscapes he saw during his trip to the county seat and city, especially the county magistrate and secretary in the compound of the county party committee, how he warmly received them, and so on. In fact, he didn't even cross the threshold of the county magistrate's secretary, but just stood outside the door and waited with bated breath. He also boasted that when I had the money, I would first install a phone at home, buy a car, and sit on the head of the bed at night and touch the phone to "hey, hey" a few times, and the matter would be done. During the day, I drove around to haul goods, which was simply beautiful. The people teased, you better save your thoughts, it's still early after dark. Wait until you go to bed at night to dream, preferably the dream of marrying a daughter-in-law, it is better than such a dry grinding flower.