Guan Yunshan is a good wine, and he likes to drink a few glasses when he is young.

After the payment of the grain, the whole busy wheat season is over, and in a relaxed and happy mood, it is natural to drink a few glasses.

When I was drinking, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the people at the grain center had already left work, and some of the people who were still waiting in line drove the car home again, while others simply slept under their own carts, waiting for the grain center to open the next day.

The peasants of this era are so hard, they are the ones who farm the land, they are the heroes who pay public grain to the state and feed more than one billion people, but they are the most wronged and helpless!

They are like tree roots, feeding the country with the nutrients they absorb, making the tree taller and more lush, but only the branches and green leaves in the high places enjoy the sunshine, and the roots can only be buried in the dark soil, looking up to heaven in the dark.

They struggle hard at the bottom of the world, poverty and suffering have always accompanied them, but because the whole society is almost like this, they don't feel how bitter it is.

Because everyone is poor, they don't feel that life is difficult, and there are still a few rich people like Guan Hongda's family.

Later, after the abolition of the grain tax, many people often feel surprised when they recall the original days, "How did I survive when I was so miserable?"

However, Guan Yunshan didn't realize how bitter this era was, and this difficult era in other people's memories was a high-spirited and most nostalgic era for Guan Yunshan.

Just like now, he is sitting in a small restaurant with a dilapidated threshold and extremely greasy and gloomy in the township, with two bottles of wine in front of him, and sitting opposite is Pang Li, Xie Luming and the rest of the people from the grain institute, Cao Hongshan, the director of the grain institute, also came, he and Guan Yunshan are old classmates, he is not very old, he is about thirty, he is extremely shrewd, but his head is a little big, and he has a nickname called "Cao Datou".

At this time, several people pushed cups and changed lamps, and the whole private room was lively.

Cao Hongshan drank a little high, and kept reprimanding Pang Li and Xie Luming, "What are you doing today? Hmm? If this really kills people, you all have to wait to fight for your life! When is this? The wind above is so tight, you can't look for death like this! I still want to live for two more years!"

Pang Li and the others only promised, "Don't dare anymore, don't dare again!"

Guan Xiaojun thought they were noisy, and ran directly to the table in the hall to eat, there are no harmful ingredients of hormones in meat food in this era, chickens, ducks and geese are all real green food. Anyway, it was a white strip from the grain office, and Guan Xiaojun was unceremonious when he called for vegetables, so he directly ordered a chicken and a fish, and took a big pot of meatballs.

The owner of the hotel, Huang Yuanbiao, is very familiar with Guan Yunshan, and he also knows that Guan Xiaojun is his son.

Guan Xiaojun said softly: "The balls are mine, and the fish and chicken are ordered by me for my grandparents!"

Huang Yuanbiao cocked his thumb, "Good boy, filial piety! Wait a while, Uncle will do it for you!"

When Guan Yunshan came out of the restaurant after eating and drinking, he saw the food box that Guan Xiaojun was carrying, and said in surprise: "What's going on?"

Guan Xiaojun smiled and said: "This is what I brought to my mother and grandmother, and they are all recorded in the account of the grain station!"

In the 80s and 90s, the style of eating and drinking was very strong, and there were white slips everywhere, and the same was true for the grain station; this time Guan Yunshan was originally the guest to be the east, but how could Cao Hongshan let him pay for it? It was directly hung on the account of the grain center.

For the things of this era, Guan Xiaojun can only reap a small benefit, as for the problem of the general environment, he has to rely on special personnel to govern, what can he do with a five or six-year-old child now?

Although Guan Yunshan drank a lot of alcohol, it did not affect the driving, and after driving the Wuling car to the house, he hugged Guan Xiaojun softly, and then plunged into the room and fell asleep.

Lu Xin'e scolded Guan Yunshan a few words, waited for him to fall asleep, and then went out to eat.

During the meal, Guan Hongda said a little strangely: "This morning, someone inquired about the grandfather in the village, saying that he heard that the grandfather was a flower raiser, and wanted to see what flowers the grandfather raised, and they were going to buy a few pots." ”

Wang Xinfeng said: "What's so strange about this? Our grandfather raises flowers and grows flowers, who doesn't know about ten miles and eight towns? People want to buy flowers, come and inquire about our grandfather, what's wrong?"

Guan Hongda said: "You old lady knows a fart! These people have a Northeast accent, they are far away, why did these Northeast people come here to buy flowers?"

Guan Hongda broke into the Kanto region when he was a child and worked with the Japanese people in the Northeast, so he knew the accent of the Northeast people as soon as he heard it, he scratched his head and said curiously: "I ran thousands of miles to buy flowers from us, which is a bit confusing." ”

Guan Xiaojun thought for a while and interjected: "Grandpa, maybe the flowers in the Northeast are suddenly expensive!"

Guan Hongda said with a smile: "You kid, this flower has a price, no matter how expensive it is, how expensive can it be? Where is there no flower sold in the Northeast? Why come here to buy it? If you really buy it, pull it back, it's not enough for the travel fee!"

Guan Xiaojun said: "If a pot of flowers is sold for a thousand yuan in the northeast, they won't lose money, right?"

Guan Hongda laughed, "A thousand yuan for a pot of flowers? Oh, my grandson, you really dare to think about it! Don't say a thousand yuan, it's a hundred yuan for a pot of flowers, and they also make a lot of money!"

Guan Xiaojun said: "I heard Uncle Cao say in the township today, he read the newspaper, and it said that in Changcun City in the northeast, the orchids there are sold very expensively, and a pot of flowers can be sold for dozens of dollars!"

In fact, today Cao Hongshan only cared about drinking and bragging with Guan Yunshan and a few people, where did he talk about the Northeast flowers, but Guan Xiaojun urgently needs someone as a prop now, and this Cao Hongshan naturally became a prop for him to use.

Anyway, Cao Hongshan drank too much today, and he may not know what he said.

"Are you Uncle Cao?" are you talking about Cao Hongshan?"

Guan Hongda was a little skeptical: "Does the newspaper say that flowers in the Northeast are very expensive?"

He is illiterate, and he has a natural sense of awe for newspapers, books, and other things, and he is convinced of what is said in the newspapers.

In today's era, the purchasing power of dozens of yuan is terrifying, and when you hear a pot of flowers for dozens of yuan, not only Guan Hongda doesn't believe it, but Lu Xin'e and Wang Xinfeng don't believe it either.

Lu Xin'e said with a smile: "Then if there are dozens of flowers in a pot, and hundreds of pots in the master's yard, how much do you have to buy?"

Guan Xiaojun said: "Anyway, I heard what Uncle Cao said!"

After eating, after the children had gone to sleep, Guan Hongda walked around the yard, restless.

He is shrewd, and he will grasp the opportunity, today I heard Guan Xiaojun say that the price of flowers in the Northeast has risen, and his intuition told him that this may be an opportunity to make a fortune, but just listening to the child's words, this matter is still uncertain, since Guan Xiaojun said that this is what Cao Hongshan saw from the newspaper, let Guan Yunshan take a newspaper tomorrow to see.

Wang Xinfeng saw that he was still not sleeping, as a husband and wife for many years, Wang Xinfeng naturally knew Guan Hongda's thoughts, "What Xiaojun said, you really take it seriously? A pot of flowers is dozens of yuan, how is it possible? A child listens to the wind is rain, he must have heard it wrong!"

Guan Hongda said: "What do you know? I heard the grandfather say that good flowers are indeed very expensive, if it is really a pot of flowers for dozens of yuan, it is actually not very expensive, but this is only a very few excellent varieties, it is impossible for all flowers to be so expensive." The rest of the flowers are still very cheap. ”

He didn't say much here, and said, "Go to sleep, let Yunshan read the newspaper tomorrow to know if it's true or not!"

Although Guan Hongda doesn't believe in the price of flowers in the Northeast Changcun City, he has already begun to pay attention to this aspect after all, and what Guan Xiaojun said still has an impact on him after all.