Bitter in the mouth, spicy in the heart, hot in the stomach, this is how Han Jiabao felt when he drank liquor for the first time.

After he drank it, he felt uncomfortable, and he really wondered why some people had a soft spot for such a bad thing!

"Jiabao, eat a piece of meat, it will feel better. Han Ruifeng picked up the braised pork and put it in Han Jiabao's bowl.

Han Jiabao hurriedly put the meat in his mouth, chewed it vigorously and swallowed it slowly, the original bitter taste disappeared in an instant, and there was an incredible and indescribable taste.

A mouthful of meat, a mouthful of wine, mixed together, makes people flutter! Maybe that's why drinking wine and eating meat are addictive!

The two of them clinked glasses and saluted each other, as if they had a feeling of hating each other! At this moment, less than a quarter of a whole bottle of wine was left!

After all, Han Jiabao drank white wine for the first time, and as he drank it, it gradually increased, and his little face was like a ripe tomato in autumn.

"Jiabao, it's almost, don't drink it. Su Ruoshui "saw that the situation was not good" and persuaded on the side.

The son is the mother's heart, and she is afraid that the family treasure will have an "accident".

"Old Han, don't drink it, I don't think it's going to leave! I'll serve you dinner. Aunt Qi reached out and took the rice bowl.

"No more, no less, just right!" Han Ruifeng said with a smile.

"Grandpa, it's just not enjoyable! Come, come, I'll accompany you to continue drinking! This time, the two of us are not drunk or happy!" Han Jiabao filled the wine cup again, and did one himself.

After Su Ruoshui was stunned for a moment, she couldn't help but lock her eyebrows, her breathing became heavier, and she wanted to reprimand her son.

Han Ruifeng turned his head and glanced at his daughter-in-law, signaling not to be angry.

"Jiabao, do you have something on your mind?" Han Ruifeng's "alcohol" battlefield, knowing that a person who pours himself into himself must have unspeakable hardships or sorrows.

"How come?" Han Jiabao poured himself another drink, "Grandpa, don't think about it, what can I have on my mind?"

"Do you miss your daughter-in-law?" Han Ruifeng blurted out.

Su Ruoshui "chuckled" in her heart. She secretly glanced at her son, long thighs, strong chest, broad shoulders, raised Adam's apple, and a few small black beards, he was indeed of marriageable age.

Han Jiabaosao's face was flushed.

"Jiaying, are you full? If you're full, go out and play quickly. Su Ruoshui said with a glare.

Han Jiaying climbed down the kang with a roll, like a gust of wind, and ran out of the house.

"Grandpa, you're making fun of me again! I didn't tell you before that it was my regret in my life that I didn't get admitted to college, but it doesn't necessarily mean that I won't be productive in the countryside! As for the matter of my daughter-in-law, I will definitely not consider it at present, and only one day, when I break out of my own world, will I ......" Han Jiabao did not continue, but replaced it with drinking.

Su Ruoshui let out a long breath, and the hanging heart finally landed safely. She felt a little guilty in her heart, don't look at her son as the village chief, but in her eyes, she always felt that her son was still young, and she really didn't pay attention to her son's marriage.

"Son, I know you have pursuits and ambitions, and that's a good thing! But don't hide anything you have! This is home! Since it's home, there are no outsiders, just say it happily, maybe everyone can help." Han Ruifeng's eyes were like a sharp sword, straight into Han Jiabao's eyes.

"I ...... I ......" Han Jiabao hesitated, refused to speak, and reached out to get the wine bottle again.

"I ...... What am I!" Su Ruoshui grabbed the wine bottle, his eyes widened wider than a lantern.

"I ...... I still don't drink it!" Han Jiabao hung his head, like a rooster that had been defeated.

"Ruoshui, give me the bottle. Han Ruifeng said softly with a smile.

Su Ruoshui didn't understand what he meant, but still handed the wine bottle to his father-in-law.

Han Ruifeng personally filled a cup for Han Jiabao!

"Son, drink it! Drink it if you want! Grandpa loses it!" Han Ruifeng said meaningfully.

Han Jiabao picked up the wine cup and wanted to pour it into his mouth, but when the wine cup touched his mouth, he put the wine cup back on the table.

"Grandpa, let me speak, can you help me?" Han Jiabao's eyes widened.

"Didn't I tell you, there is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of people with hearts! Besides, I am your grandfather, I don't help you, who do I help!" Han Ruifeng still smiled.

Han Jiabao took a deep breath, and everyone pricked up their ears and listened quietly.

"I need 800,000 yuan now, whether it is a loan or a loan, it is okay to set up a chestnut deep processing factory, one can generate income, the second is to solve the employment of rural labor, and the third is to digest the chestnut inventory, so as not to let others lead the way. After Han Jiabao finished speaking, his eyes were full of expectation.

Su Ruoshui and Aunt Qi were dumbfounded, while Han Ruifeng's brows furrowed slightly, and he fell into deep thought.

In recent years, the purchase price of chestnuts has reached about ten yuan, but unfortunately it is very unstable, especially in the year of bumper yields, the price is very low, you do not sell but someone sells, and the chestnut can not be eaten as a meal, put it for a long time, if the storage is not good, it is extremely easy to mold and deteriorate, and finally no matter how low the price, it will still be handed over to the traders, and the traders are transported to the south, open a sugar fried chestnut shop, at least earn three times the difference, the most infuriating thing is that the cooperatives under the Foreign Trade Bureau will also "take advantage of the fire to rob", it is low or high.

The grain is cheap and hurts the peasants, and the chestnut peasants are on fire in their hearts, but they are miserable.

If Han Jiabao can do a good job in the deep processing of chestnuts, it can indeed solve the current embarrassing and passive situation of chestnut farmers.

Han Ruifeng had no reason not to support it! However, he hesitated again in his heart, for fear that his grandson Jiabao would be like his son Shaoning, and after becoming rich and rich, he would embark on an incorrigible road.

His worries are not strange or superfluous! Once a person is full of ambition, it is easy to be blinded by wealth and status, just like a small boat, after going through the wind and frost, passing through rivers and lakes, and finally coming to the sea, but in the rough sea, it can only swing and flutter, and it cannot be autonomous at all, and has no direction at all!

At the beginning, he didn't want Han Jiabao to be elected as the village head! He just wanted his grandson to be an ordinary farmer like his eldest son, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, three meals a day, coarse tea and light rice, full of children and grandchildren, and enjoying himself. However, after graduating from high school, Han Jiabao showed his talents in the village, and was recognized and approved by the older generation, and was finally elected with a high vote. At that time, no matter how much Han Ruifeng had opinions, he could only bury them deep in his heart, and besides, he didn't want to use cold water to extinguish the flame of his grandson's passion.

His grandson is processing chestnuts, not digging mines, and Han Ruifeng's heart is still a lot more steady! He also admires and appreciates his grandson's extraordinary courage and courage! He looked at his grandson's anxious and enthusiastic eyes, and really wanted to take out the coffin at the bottom of his box, but for 800,000 yuan, it was just a drop in the bucket!

"Jiabao, for the deep processing of chestnuts, I raise my hands in favor, but, 800,000 yuan, that's not a small amount, I'm not afraid of your jokes, even if our family smashes the pot and sells iron, we can't make up this number!

Han Jiabao's slightly red and bright eyes instantly dimmed!

"Jiabao, you have ambition, but grandma can only support you mentally. Aunt Qi patted Han Jiabao's shoulder and hurriedly comforted her.

"Son, your idea is good, but you have to eat the meal one bite at a time, and the road has to be taken step by step, you can't open your mouth and want to become a fat man! I think this matter, for now, it is not very reliable, let's wait until later!" Su Ruoshui said while serving the meal.

"What are you arguing about?" Han Shaoan got up and took the rice bowl with his hand, "I've patronized and drunk, I haven't eaten rice yet!"

Han Shao'an was like a second monk who was confused, he glanced at everyone stupidly, and then lowered his head and swallowed the rice in a big gulp.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, no matter how knowledgeable Han Jiabao is, no matter how courageous, without silver, everything is utopian. At this moment, he has really become a "purple eggplant" hanging after the late autumn frost!

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat! You don't care about your son's affairs at all! You don't learn from the third child, you see how good people are!" Su Ruoshui said angrily.

Wake up the dreamer with a word!

Han Ruifeng suddenly thought of his third son, Han Shaoping, and when he got up early, he also talked to himself on the phone, wishing his father a happy birthday, saying that there was something wrong, just open his mouth.

"Son, don't be discouraged yet, when it's night, I'll call your third uncle and ask him if there's anything he can do. Han Ruifeng stroked Han Jiabao's brain and said.

Han Jiabao seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and finally raised his head, but he still smiled bitterly: "Grandpa, no matter how things go, I still want to thank you! In addition, I took out all the thoughts that I had been holding back for several days, and my heart opened up a lot! Come, let's do the last cup and eat!"

Han Ruifeng nodded slightly.

Full of wine and food, Han Ruifeng returned to his courtyard and lay motionless on the kang, quietly waiting for the sunset.

After ten years of hard work, coupled with the dredging of his father-in-law's family, Han Shaoping became the deputy director of the General Office of the Provincial Government.

Now Han Shaoping is in charge of a lot of affairs, and he is indeed very busy! Except for getting up early and at night, he rarely answers the phone!

The sun was already in the west, Han Ruifeng came to the ground from the kang, picked up the phone, thought for a while, and put it down again. He secretly thought: At this point, his son may not be home, maybe he is working overtime at the unit, or he may be in a meeting.

To put it in his heart, although Han Shaoping was brought up by him with a handful of and urine, he didn't want to disturb his son! He had the ability to solve it by himself, and he would never use others! In addition, he was also a little stunned in his heart, now that his third son is an official, even when the two of them are talking on the phone, they will come up with three or two official words, and even have an official tone, which makes him very unaccustomed and uncomfortable!

Han Ruifeng thought about it, returned to the kang, still looking out of the darkening window.