"Electric light telephone, head down!"

This is a slip of the tongue that circulated in the Unze area many years ago, when some people looked forward to the development of the motherland in the commune, they took the electric lights that were very bright without fueling or smoking as the goal of the vision.

When the people in the commune said this, in fact, they dared to think that the telephone was just for the sake of rhyme, and even the person who spoke it felt that this sentence was unreliable, so he was very unconfident in saying it.

And the villagers who heard this sentence just regarded it as a smooth mouth, and they didn't take it seriously at all.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, in the vast countryside and rural areas, most people have never seen the entity of a telephone in reality except for seeing the telephone in the movie, and the telephone has always existed in their imagination.

In fact, not to mention the telephone, even the electric light they think is very magical, and they all feel that it is a thing that is very far away from their lives.

Guan Hongda's brick kiln factory, because there is no electricity, can not use the brick machine, so the clay bricks are manually mixed with the soil into the mold, and then dried in the sun for a period of time, can be stacked together, in this way, not only labor, more time-consuming, so the amount of bricks burned has not been up, only in the scorching summer, can slightly increase the number.

It is also after the wire was pulled to Guandimiao Village, the output of the brick kiln really went up, but it is a pity that the previous life just pulled the electricity, Guan Hongda was found to be seriously ill, and Guan Yunshan ran all the big hospitals in China in order to treat Guan Hongda, and even the business of the kiln factory could not be taken care of.

Later, Guan Hongda died, and Guan Yunshan owed too many debts and was run on, so he finally made a wrong decision and had to sell the kiln factory to pay off his debts.

The old hen who laid the golden eggs well was just handed over to someone else by him.

Because he has experienced these things, and after all, he is accustomed to the multimedia society of later generations, so when Guan Zizai asked how to spend money, Guan Xiaojun blurted out that it was a telegram.

Guan Zizai is actually tired of the life of lighting kerosene lamps every day, Guan Xiaojun's proposal is exactly what he wants, and he praised Guan Xiaojun a few words at the moment, "Yes, yes, there are ideas! ”

He thought for a while with his hands behind his back, and said, "This is really not something that can be easily done with money, and the power plants in our area may not have enough electricity, or they may not be able to do it because they have money." ”

Guan Yang saw Guan Zizi leave with his hands behind his back, and curiously leaned into Guan Xiaojun's ear, "Grandpa, what's the matter? It's a little strange, he really has a million? How much does that have to be?"

Guan Shanhu also pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what Guan Xiaojun said.

Among the three, Guan Xiaojun is the one who has the most ideas and the most methods, so although Guan Xiaojun is the youngest among the three, he has gradually become the backbone of the three.

"What do you think? Who can have a million? You are a god when you are a grandfather, and you can make a room of money when you change?"

Guan Xiaojun glanced at Guan Yang, "How much does a million have to be?"

Guan Yang stuck out his tongue, "Didn't the master ask today, I just thought so." ”

Guan Shanhu said: "I heard from the people in the village that the grandfather is going to make a fortune, and the people who buy flowers are willing to spend a lot of money to buy flowers, and this time the grandfather will make at least two or three thousand! One million? That's nonsense, our whole village is sold, and it's not worth one million!"

Guan Xiaojun said with a smile: "Two or three thousand is about the same, I have heard, these flowers of the master, the good ones can be sold for more than a dozen yuan, and the cheap ones can be sold for three or four yuan, these hundreds of pots of flowers, you calculate, how much can they be sold?"

Guan Zizai's big yard covers an area of more than three acres, and nearly two-thirds of the entire yard is full of flowers and plants, which add up to more than 300 pots, all of which have been cultivated and bred by Guan Zizai for more than ten years.

Guan Yang and Guan Shanhu both have extremely smart heads, and after a little calculation, they have already calculated the price.

"In this way, even if a pot of flowers is sold for five yuan, these flowers can be sold for more than a thousand yuan, which is enough to build three large tiled houses!"

Guan Shanhu looked excited, "No one asked for these flowers before when the master gave them away, but I didn't expect them to be so valuable now!"

One million was not enough to make Guan Shanhu and Guan Yang excited, because they all knew that it was fake, but the thousand yuan made the two of them blush with excitement, because the money was logical.

In this era, even if someone shouted with a loudspeaker, saying that Guan Zizai's Junzilan sold for a million yuan, no one in the village would believe it, but would think that the person who spoke was either a liar or a fool.

Don't say a million, it's 100,000 yuan, 10,000 yuan, and these villagers won't believe it.

Can these flowers be sold for several dollars a pot if they occupy a space and are raised with great effort and fart? What are you kidding? Who believes that who is a big fool!

In this era when 10,000 yuan households are extremely rare, things that exceed a few thousand yuan are absurd and unbelievable.

In the days after Hong Guangzhu and Ke Jianzhang left, Guan Hongda never slept well, and it was not until a week later that a large car drove to the head of Guandi Temple Village, and Guan Hongda calmed down.

After Hong Guangzhu got out of the car, he said in a loud voice: "Old man, load the car, load the car!" We have to handle these flowers gently, I have few people, you have to help move these flowers to the car." ”

They also didn't know that the military truck they had found from there had blocked the entire street of the village after the whole car drove to Guandimiao Village.

There was also a canvas canopy on the truck, which seemed to be used by the troops to pull people, but at this time, several rows of flower racks were placed in the carriage and converted into a car with latte art.

"There is nothing else in our village, there is a lot of labor!"

Seeing Hong Guangzhu escorting the car over, Guan Hongda laughed, "I'll call someone to come over to help now!"

At this point in time, there were many idlers in the village, Guan Hongda called a few people, and after one of them gave a pack of cigarettes, these people began to carefully place the flower pots in the carriage under Hong Guangzhu's instructions.

When Hong Guangzhu was about to drive away, Guan Hongda called out a few sturdy young men from the village and instructed them: "You go into the city with me today, these two people want to buy the grandfather's flowers, but the money has not been paid, and when they get to the city, you help me take a good look at them, don't let them run away with the flowers! Listen to my orders, I will let them go, and you will let them go!"

Several young people looked excited, and one of them, Guan Yuntang, the big black man, said: "Uncle Hongda, look at it! If they dare to make trouble, see if I don't screw his head off!"

Guan Hongda's face sank, "Three cannons, don't be impulsive! Let's do business, not fight!"

Guan Yuntang has a bad temper and likes to fight the most, so he was nicknamed the three guns. This guy looks like a tiger, although he is not as tall as Guan Yunshan, but he looks thicker than Guan Yunshan, his two arms are thicker than ordinary people's thighs, and he is covered in pimples and flesh, and he is a martial artist who practices Dahong Boxing.

He is not tempered than Guan Yunshan, drinking and fighting are his two major hobbies in life, and now he has something to do, and his face is red with excitement, "Uncle Hongda, help today, you have to invite us to drink!"

Guanghongda said: "Stinky boy, do you still need to say this?"

The two cars left Guandimiao Village one after the other, leaving in the morning, and it was not until the evening that Guan Hongda and a group of people in the village returned to the village.

One by one, they were tired, and they walked back more than 30 miles.

When Guan Xiaojun saw Guan Hongda from the village, he saw Guan Hongda's face flushed as if he was drunk, and everyone else sighed tiredly, but he was in good spirits and did not see the slightest fatigue.

After seeing Guan Xiaojun, Guan Hongda bent down and hugged Guan Xiaojun into his arms, "Xiaojun, grandpa is very happy today!"

When he said this, he suddenly thought of Guan Yunshan, "If your father was at home, how good it would be!"